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Diary - Friday 29 June 2012

29 June 2012

Mardy Diary writes: Sitting back and watching other diarists deal with such a dearth of news this week, I allowed myself a wry smile knowing that by the weekend there was sure to be a hint of another signing. You know, whet the appetite, give season ticket sales a little boost ready for Monday's news article which shows we've sold three more season tickets than this time last year. Unfortunately I've been sadly let down. There is nothing.

Still, at least the Telegraph has returned to its trusted non-news stories to fill up the lack of news. I was surprised midweek when there wasn't even an article about, say, Mark Smith taking over manager of Sydney Prawns FC or some such tenuous GTFC news story. They've done summat-or-other about the players running around today though, so have a look at that if you're as bored as me. I've got no news for you.

The squad is quietly confident for the new season. Good to hear, although clearly not that quiet that they couldn't help but mention it to a publicly accessible newspaper which will place the story on the newswire to be picked up by other football publications. That's not my version of quiet, no. Perhaps they could issue a new piece next week that upgrades the squad status from quietly confident to just standard confident. That should set us up nicely for slipping in to over-confident by the time we play Dartford at home.

There is nothing else happening. Nothing. No other football, no other high-profile sporting events. Nope. None of that is going on. There is just a void. A void with a sign that reads 'currently covering in defence for GTFC'. Ah, but what's this...

Phil Ball has saved the day by responding to West Yorkshire Diary's request for great quotes uttered at BP. Phil says: "I kind of liked 'Get out of your fucking pear-tree!', hollered from behind me in the old Barrett Stand. The gentleman in question was referring to another mistake by Malcolm Partridge, once a promising player with Leicester, but who was soon struck down by the Town disease once he arrived in Grimsby, and reverted to trying his best to be a shit player. Which he actually was."

There's not a lot more I can add to that. See you next week.