Cod Almighty | Diary

It's time that's killing this planet

26 July 2019

The Globe Arena — a somewhat inconvenient name for a venue that’s rectangular in shape — is where the Mariners will begin their 2019-20 adventure a week tomorrow. Tickets for the match are now on general sale.

It’s likely that we'll take a sizeable following because the majority of fans who made the effort to go to Oldham or Colchester at the end of last season have had ample time to forget the monstrosities of those performances and focus instead on the possibilities of the positives that might happen this season.

Time is a true healer. Your West Yorkshire Diary has left games feeling down, disappointed or frustrated more times than I'd care to remember, and in the heat of the moment I, like many before me, have promised not to return any time soon. But, to use a phrase my grandad used to say when I was probably too young to hear it, as sure as there's a hole in my arse I'd return the following week because, come Monday, I'd realise I couldn’t face a week at school, or a week in the office, if there wasn't the promise of a Town game at the end of it.

And if you think about it, Town haven't lost a league match since Saturday 27 April. Sure, we still look short of creativity in the middle of the park, and I'm not convinced we've given enough game time to the players I expect to be in our starting XI come 3pm on 3 August, but it's a new season; a fresh start. A chance for new players to show us what we've been missing, and for current players to show how they've improved.

We are, of course, on the eve of our final pre-season friendly. Tomorrow Peterborough will give us a kick-about at Blundell Park, which is nice, and at the end of it we'll park any rational thinking and decide whether Town are going to be abysmal because they lost 3-0, or whether (to quote Matt Green on the day he signed for us) we'll be "going for it" because we won 3-0.

Time, as always, will tell.