Cod Almighty | Diary

Press pause and sit down

27 August 2014

Happy Wednesday to you all, it's your London Diary here, back in the capital, back with wi-fi and back with a massive smile on me face. What a weekend, yes, I know Middle-Aged Diary touched on it yesterday, but this weekend was bloody brilliant. I had to live both games through Twitter, mainly through the club's official account (which I have to say, is getting better and better each game). This tweet in particular made me giggle – a bit of personality from the club, good on ya. Twitter is the new Ceefax. You heard it here first.

This season, I purchased a season ticket when I saw the summer signings, a season ticket which I'll probably use a dozen times, but I don't care because love makes you do weird things. I once drove a girl I knew from college who I had a crush on to Bristol from Grimsby because she had missed her train and she looked distraught. It was only when we got onto the M5 (junction 4), when I asked her what she was doing down in Brizzle, that she responded: "Just going to spend a week with my boyfriend, I haven't seen him for two weeks."

Basically, I'm a mug. I will do anything for love, and I probably would do that.

Yesterday, with the the stark realisation that I'm not going to get to any games, I purchased Mariners Player because I really wanted to watch those seven goals. Quite frankly, that annual subscription has paid off already. It was an amazing afternoon.

I watched the game first on my laptop, then I hooked it up to the TV and watched it again. It was an amazing afternoon. The workrate, the passing, LJL's opening goal, Neilson's swagger of a goal, Scott Brown's machine, Caine Winfarrah's thighs… THE LIST GOES ON. It was like falling in love all over again and I would drive any of the those sexy blighters to Bristol any time of the day.

If you haven't seen the goals yet, I urge you to do so; you'll lose an afternoon but you'll find love in a hopeless place.

A colleague of mine who is a Wycombe fan has spoken at length about how good JPP is, and if we manage to keep him fit (he has a history of picking up niggling injuries) then he could be an incredible player. He said that at one point he was arguably the best player in Wycombe's team and would have scouts there every game. That glimpse on Saturday was enough. Keep it up boy, and never, ever leave us.

Obviously, loved-up deluded idiots can get carried away and start being all optimistic about their team, and we all know that CA is not a place for optimism, oh no. But just stop for a while, press pause; when was the last time you felt like this? Yes, it's only two games, but we look like a team who can play football, score goals and like each other. One of the things I picked up on the highlights was that every time a player did something either good or bad, the surrounding colleagues would go over and give them a little congratulatory or consolatory pat on the back or hand. It's like they like each other. It's like we have the team spirit that Macca (original), Livvo and Gallimore played with week in, week out.

Now that I've said all this, yes, we'll probably take a thumping on Saturday, but wasn't this week nice. We'll always have August. I would dearly love to be there at Aldershot to see us score eight but in a complete balls-up with my working diary, I find myself in Newcastle this weekend, Aldershot the next, and in Lincoln on the day before our first 'derby'.

Anyway, savour this moment – you deserve it. UTM!