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Diary - Monday 26 September 2011

26 September 2011

Miss Guest Diary writes: I have been following all the hoo-hah about Mr Fenty's resignation last week with only a limited amount of interest. Having studied some company law in the dim and distant past, I am able to grasp the technical details, but I have found myself simply unable to care who is chairman of GTFC and who isn't, who owns what shares and who doesn't. Short of a rich sugar daddy willing to invest millions into the ailing company - which, as Marge Simpson would say, "ain't gonna happen" - it seems to me irrelevant which local businessman next gets to try his hand at steering the good ship GTFC away from the rocks.

This is in sharp contrast to some of the male occupants of Cod Almighty towers who seem endlessly eager to debate the issues. Maybe it is a male/female thing or maybe I'm still too influenced by my 1950s upbringing, where women didn't bother their little heads about things like business, or football for that matter. This led to me wondering, if we were back in the 50s, how unusual would I be as a GTFC supporter or a contributor to this site. So I did a little research and came across this article about the history of female football fans, which says women actually started to attend matches in numbers in the 1920s. I really wish the Football Supporters' Federation would bring back the 'Football Queen' competition.

But back to reality: my partner and I are still operating the cashback scheme whereby I give him £10 a game for the use of his spare season ticket and, if the game doesn't provide sufficient value for money, he must give me a refund. For just over an hour Saturday's game was on course to be complete value for money, even after we went 2-1 down. Eagle and Hearn were playing well and linking up nicely, Hearn's goal was well deserved and Town were still creating chances. Then came the substitutions and the move to a 4-3-3 formation. Shouty and Shorty - or, as I am coming to think of them, Witless and Pointless - had changed the game from one where Town looked like they might come back and sneak a draw to a bunch of headless chickens with no plan and no hope. I felt particularly short-changed by Eagle leaving the field - he must have been playing too much football - so I demanded £5 cashback. I promise to spend it wisely.

On a happier note, I've been following the cycling world championships in Copenhagen over the last few days and would like to congratulate the British team, both male and female, who topped the medals table. Even people who aren't interested in cycling can't help but know that Mark Cavendish - the Manx Missile - is now the road race world champion. I nearly passed out with excitement watching the last couple of minutes of the race. The last time I felt that excited during a Town game was probably when Wayne Burnett scored his golden goal at Wembley. I'll leave you readers to ponder on what that says about the last 13 years of watching Town; I'm off to bake some biscuits.