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Diary - Monday 8 April 2013

8 April 2013

Miss Guest Diary writes: "Andy Cook, Andy Cook, Andy, Andy Cook; when he gets the ball he scores a goal; Andy, Andy Cook." And that's exactly what he did on Saturday - he saw the ball, he wellied it and it went in. Which is why I love him. Well, not literally, as I've never met him and I'm way too old anyway. But it's why I love him playing for Town.

I have written before about what I see as the difference between 'Town players' and those who simply happen to play for Town, and I definitely see Andy Cook as a Town player. My other half calls him the new Livvo, which I take to mean he's not too proud to score with his knee, or his bottom. But I appreciate Cook because he never stops trying: constantly challenging, winning headers, falling to his knees at times, so anxious is he to connect with the ball. He has started four games in eight days and worked his socks off the entire time he was on the pitch, scoring two goals in the process. He is now Town's leading scorer and the fact that he also tops the table for most fouls committed might be an indication of his commitment. Or might possibly confirm his resemblance to Livvo.

If you feel the same way about him, why not vote for Andy Cook as the Young Player of the Year in the National Game Awards. I'm going to.

I was surprised that the shorter of Town's management duo chose to spend most of his post-match interview on Humberside whingeing about fans criticising the team. My surprise was partly due to the fact that I didn't hear anything adverse in the Pontoon and partly because I thought he would have learned from the backlash to last year's rant from the Shouty one. Another complaint he made, this time to the Telegraph, that the Macclesfield manager wasn't particularly welcoming last week, paints him as a sensitive soul. If he can't take a bit of grumbling from the dentists in the Main Stand, he wouldn't have lasted long a few years ago when the first misplaced pass had the Pontoon baying for Buckley's head or calling on Grovesie to "sort it".

And finally, the club has given us a heads-up on the dates for the semis and final of the play-offs. Sneaked into the article is the news that the final home game of the season on 20 April is a 5:15pm kick-off. This to accommodate the televising of one of the Conference Premier games by some obscure TV channel. At the risk of incurring censure from the Cod Almighty supremoes for using a prohibited word, I pose the question: how tinpot can you get?