Cod Almighty | Diary
Who even carries ID - it’s 1353?
5 August 2020
BOTB Diary's usual state of being is that of a GTFC addict, craving the highs of victory and suffering the cold turkey of defeat. In a way this lockdown period can be seen as a long withdrawal from my drug of choice, helped along by the methadone of Ian Holloway interviews in which he tells me that he's gonna score some grade A strikers for the next season-long session. Which is why I was especially surprised to discover, upon being asked to write this diary, that I hadn't actually thought about football for about three days. I'm clean. I've got a lust for life. Something about hypnotising chickens.
The last thing that caught my attention was non-League related. I cocked a quizzical eyebrow at Harrogate joining the merry league of gentleman, mainly because I remember their ground as being like a shed showroom enlivened only by the sight of about 15 red kites wheeling over the local tip and Podge scoring a couple to send us home happy. I assume they have added a few more sheds and are now League-worthy, and are going to rip up the comedy pitch and rewild it (Not yet: they'll be playing at Doncaster for a time - Ed). I suppose I should be pleased by their success but I'm not. I'd rather play Notts County. There's no point in staying out of the non-League if it's going to follow you about like an irritating puppy.
What else? Well, the FA Cup was between two teams who I don't have the energy to be indifferent to and was played in front of nobody, therefore rendering it forgotten before it was remembered. Town are back in training, although they are now so few in number they would have struggled to have a game of three-a-side with cones in goal. And it's going to be hot this weekend, just in time for the non-start of the non-season. So, great non-news, our non-signings can non-impress the non-crowd on a scorching summer's day.
I do have an anecdote about Arthur Askey if anyone's interested? Anyone at all? No?
Okay, I'm off in search of a new and interesting drug. And can you blame me?