Cod Almighty | Article

by Alistair Wilkinson

30 January 2007

We've put the ren in child and we went wild when his
first game was a win, but from Torquay to Torquay
it's all gone wrong. Wake up, bing-bong, before it's so
long.

Strong…

It'd been beautiful, fanciful and uncontrollable. I had a
tingle in me tinkle, a waggle in me winkle. Sexy
football's original. We were all a Dapper Dan Man,
remember Stan!

Shouted, sweated, laughed, cried, swore, blinked,
thought, sought, found, danced, jigged, edged, ants,
pants, smiled, joy. Flying, trying, not skying. Even
Newey wasn't annoying…

Issues with trust; I'd thought we must. But it's been a
bit Torchwood. Worse, it's been Robin Hood, the new
one on BBC. Who'd have thought it'd be better on
ITV. Not me, never seen how or wow. But now.

Hoping the graceful Jones can make safe the camp
and remember the exception that was Rising Damp.
We're ITV now, dunt matter how. We're a steaming
pile of Jeremy Kyle, and it's been more than a while.

A legacy-seeking chairman presides over the fall, how
many care at all? Are Town still important to me?
Can we defend Buckley? Yes, and Town can go down
the list but any more and they'd certainly be missed.

One win and seven defeats from Torquay to Torquay,
a greased vine from tree to tree; heroes can fall to
their death, clubs can breathe their last breath. See the
danger, not even any anger. Has our time been?