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So how much does a Greek gurn?

30 June 2014

You own, your very own Deviant Diary is still discombobulated, if not disconcerted, by Alex Sabella being Argentina's hand-flappy manager. Whatever happened to his hair? The last time we saw him he was flopping around Blundell Park behind Joe Waters. 1980. Was that the acme of human existence?

Where are we now? June. Still only June. What does summer mean to you? Tennis, tea shops, the trite platitudes of Andy Townsend and the Irby summer fair. Ah, olde England crammed full of old maids cycling in warm beer. The golden summer of British sport has barely started, yet it's already over. Real Football is about to crank into gear – forget this beach football they keep showing on telly – for the rag-tag of chiff-chaff and naff will be trotting around Town this very week.

It's here! Pre-season chugging is about to commence!

So, new players and that, eh? Town may sign a striker or two, but might just borrow a wheelbarrow instead. The Manager Formerly Known As Shorty has spoken with Connor Jennings' agent. Nothing new in the news, it's the same old, same old, same old, same old, same old song. Pffft, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, just to tut over.

Are you interested in Jamie Macc and Shaun of the Pearson having shares in a racehorse? You are? Why? What about that mystery fashion shop the Town players spend all their leisure hours in? Is Greenwoods still open? It is! Why?

I've got a dental appointment now, my first since 1980. I'm going out now, I may be some time.