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22 April 2014

"One Ross Hannah goal and a one-all draw at the Hive, result happiness."

We are living in moonshine, an ephemeral moment of joyful relief. In two weeks' time, we may be blushing at the memory of it; or in four weeks it might have been blazed out of sight in the full light of a fine new day. It's like a drunken snog: fun at the time, embarrassing the next morning but perhaps one day something to remember, occasionally and vaguely, with amused tolerance.

Mr Micawber was always sure that "something will turn up". In this he resembles the typical Grimsby Town fan, except that where Mr Micawber hoped for something to get him out of a predicament, the Mariner is always certain that disaster is lurking. Your Middle-Aged Diary has read a few too many times for it to be dismissed, over the last week, that Braintree were one of the form teams in the Conference. Their record over the six matches before yesterday was the same as ours. Needless to say, no Town fan will draw from this the conclusion, despite what Hannah tweeted, that we're the in-form team in the play-offs.

However, Hannah's status is, for now, such that were he to state that Hull winning the FA Cup would be good for the region, he might just get away with it. And when he says we have no cause to fear anyone, he is on to something. Hannah himself is in goalscoring form. We've ten days to get Alex Rodman of the match-winning wonder goals back to full health. And if our football is not what it was before Christmas, we remain hard to beat.

In the same collection of players' tweets, Scott Kerr also has a point. If nothing else, we've a good cup run to show for our efforts this season. As Humphrey Bogart so nearly said, we'll always have Scunthorpe. This is no time for fatalism. It is in our own hands to turn a good-ish season into a great one.