Cod Almighty | Diary

I'm only happy when it rains (causing further postponements)

7 February 2014

Mardy Diary writes: So with the latest rearranged games it looks like Town have one free Tuesday until the end of the season. And if they get through to the FA Trophy final then that Tuesday will be taken with a further rearranged game.

I'll probably be in a minority here, but that just makes me shrug a bit really. Two games a week for three months? It's not that big a deal is it? If the players weren't playing what would they be doing? They'd be training. Or 'practice' playing. What's better than practice? Doing! It seems to me that two games a week may well work in Town's favour. After all, Mansfield packed 21 games into the last three months of last season and did pretty well for it (Town currently have 23 games).

People talk about the 'distraction' of the FA Trophy – as if you can be distracted from playing football by, er, playing football. Like being distracted from your Sunday dinner by your cup of tea. Nonsense – it's a game of football, and I think the players have shown this season that they like winning cup and league games by, you know, winning cup and league matches. Winning is winning, games are games. It's all football: there is no 'distraction', despite what some overpaid pundit or two-bit tabloid journalist may suggest.

Of course further postponements may cause issues, but further postponements haven't happened yet – being, as they are, possibilities from the future. I'm the sort of person who worries about things when they happen, so I'm not prone to needlessly harping on at the wrong person on a social media platform about something that hasn't happened yet. I suggest those with twisted knickers untwist those knickers until such a time occurs as those knickers need re-twisting. May I suggest the end of the season as the earliest time that may occur?

In the meantime there are games to be played and won. And you know what? We're doing pretty well at the moment and looking pretty good. So pull your grumpy face out of your mardy arse and enjoy a bit of sustained 'being any good' time. We've not had much of it in the last ten years, eh?

Have a good weekend.