Cod Almighty | Diary

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16 April 2014

Well, your London Diary is not entirely sure what to write today. I want to hug you and tell you that everything will be OK, as I'm a glass totally fun kind of guy, but I'm not entirely sure what the hell's going on at the moment. Last night we lost 1-0 to a team that are registered as part-timers. FC Halifax Town have only lost one league game out of their last ten, and by all accounts, were much better than the full-timers last night.

We are still in the play-off places and, luckily, other results went our way but it seems that a lot of people lost hope last night. I texted a friend of mine who was at the game asking if it was as bad as Twitter was reporting. His reply: "Imagine being locked in a 1994 Ford Mondeo and someone's just shit themselves and the windows are broken". In all honesty, I have no idea what he really means by this, but it doesn't sound ideal.

So what now? I don't have your answer: I'm just a man in my pants. No, we haven't sorted out the perfect strike combination. No, we haven't cemented the perfect stalwart back four that is watertight. No, we don't have the perfect combination in midfield that serves the front and helps out at the back. But somehow we're still at the top of the table. Nobody deserves to be in this league and nobody deserves to get out of this league. Some weeks our gaffer is a hero and some weeks he's being accused of soiling a Mondeo. But we have three games left and there's no point asking for change now, is there?

Again, I have no answer. I'm going to be behind the sofa for the next 48 hours. UTM!