Cod Almighty | Diary

He wears curtains really well

14 May 2014

We're at the part of the year where your various Cod Almighty writers have to fill a page about their beloved Grimsby Town FC without anything actually happening at their beloved Grimsby Town FC. The season is over, we're looking ahead to the next one, and you'd expect there to be a little lull in proceedings while we wait for all teams to finish their games to see who's available. But because we haven't yet signed a full squad, there are a few people who are voicing their concerns. Let's all take a nice little break and calm down like your London Diary is. Look at that weather.

Thinking about Paul Hurst and his plans got me wondering what Paul Hurst uses day to day to keep track on players and do all his tactics. Does he use a laptop? A PC? A lovely Moleskine notebook he got from one of the lads at Christmas for secret Santa? Also, where do you think he does his writing? In a study? In the office? On the sofa? I like that story that Stuart Pearce told that in his first attempt at picking a starting XI when caretaker manager for Nottingham Forest, he didn't realise that he'd forgotten to select a keeper until his wife pointed it out when he was writing the team sheet up in bed. Not really related as such, but a good story all the same.

If I were a journalist during these quiet times, these are the kind of questions that I'd be asking the gaffer. Does he use a notebook? Favourite place to work? Have you got any slightly leftfield questions you'd like to ask the manager formerly known as Shorty? Mail them in and I'm going to do my best to ask him them.

Lastly, yes, I am in mourning. I whelped when I saw the news on Twitter that footballer/hairgod/sexman/goalscorer/future husband Alex Rodman has decided to leave the club. I've not been discreet in hiding my feelings for the man. Not since the days of Martin Gritton have I felt this strongly about a footballer. He's gone and I have to move on. Apparently he's had some offers from Football League clubs and possibly even Scottish clubs (Scotland is in Europe, apparently).

Well good luck to you, my fair Rodman. I only hope that there's a diary sat in his pants waiting for you at your new club ready to worship that hair of yours. I'll never forget that moment when you scored against Coalville and then looked over at me. I nearly dropped my double cheeseburger. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Sorry, did. Safe journey.

Anyway, UTM!