Cod Almighty | Diary

You cast the spell so break it

13 November 2013

Hello there good people, your London Diary here today. Apologies for the diary being later than usual but I am in Wales. It's beautiful, but sadly lacking in internet. So I've had to strap this entry to a pigeon, send it to CA Towers and hope that one of our many clerical staff will pop it up online.

So, some of us are going to Scunthorpe next week. Undoubtedly we'll sell our allocation with no problem, but I wonder how many the home side will shift. In Wales last night I bumped in to a Scunthorpe fan who said that we could have probably had a few stands as he doubts that Plucky Scunny will fill their share. This is a shame, if you ask me.

I'm also halfway through Sir John of McDermott's book at the moment. He talks of days when the crowds at BP were always a decent number, when derby days against Scunny and Hull were packed to the rafters. If you haven't read the book yet, I urge you to do so. There are too many exclamation marks in my opinion, but it's a lovely honest read from a lovely honest man! Some cracking stories that genuinely made me feel giddy and wish that I was friends with Mark Lever.

I don't want to talk about the 'good old days' like a Daily Mail-reading righty, but by 'eck we used to be good, didn't we? Not all the time, but some of the time we knew what we were doing. People knew what we were doing, and they used to come and watch, before the days of Premier League piffle, Heat magazine's torso of the week, Fentyisms and Louis Suarez. Wouldn't it be nice if you walked through Freshney Place and you saw all the Premiership shirts replaced with the black and white. Start from home, shove the Premier up your rear.

Speaking of violence, have a read of this. Too Good To Go Down yet again with another fantastic piece of writing. Like a literary Mark Lever. BE MY FRIEND. See ya lads.