Cod Almighty | Diary

Session beer for me please

11 February 2015

I really want this to happen. I want this season to be our season. I've been saying that last sentence for the last eight years or so, but I have a good feeling about this season, just like I do every year. Make no mistake, your London Diary is a deluded man.

People come and go, just like your boy Neilson. He seemed a good lad, but even plush mansions have woodworm. So now he's gone with Aswad, presumably to China White's via the Sugar Hut. Grimsby doesn't have a Sugar Hut – we have the Barcelona, and if you don't like it, you're wrong. I remember when they opened that bar called Amishi in Cleethorpes, filling the void that once was Baton Rouge, and they tried to emulate a swanky/wanky 'southern vibe' with its white interior and no trainers policy. It failed miserably. Now the venue is a Wetherspoons and is thriving. What I'm trying to say is: Grimsby is a real ale town, Neilson is a strawberry daiquiri.

So now we have a team of real ale drinkers who are in it to win it. Our very own band of Gallimore miniatures.

When we dropped through the divisions we dropped supporters too. For whatever reason they had had enough. Maybe they felt cheated, they may have got better offers, they might not even like real ale; pah. But what we have now is a concentrated unit of supporters and players who are in this together. Sure, we'll cry some more along the way, but at least we all have the same destination in mind and can cry together.

Yes, I'm deluded. Yes, I love Grimsby Town. Yes, I'm hungover. UTM!