Cod Almighty | Diary

Send in the chopper

4 February 2021

As we head further away from December's shortest day, we are now closer to spring than the middle of winter and the prospect of the end of Town’s dark ages under our non-chairman is tantalisingly close. I suggest the Fenty era is forever known as the "Dark Ages". I have a bottle of fizz in the fridge waiting and I don't care if the takeover happens on a school night, I'm bloody opening it. I'll probably do a celebratory dance. Stuff that, there is no "probably" about it. I've been delaying writing today's diary, just in case the announcement came. How sad am I? Not at all; we need this to happen.

I don't know about you but Monday brought me a buzz of positive news with our flurry of signings but then nothing. I used to have a job where I could work in different locations, now it’' just scroll the internet, walk the dogs, scroll the internet. Shall I sit in the kitchen or the living room? In the times we're living through, any positive news about Town has become a nugget of gold in an otherwise listless day. Since the rollercoaster of "it's on, it's off" at Christmas, we've been just waiting for, well, all our Christmases at once.

Am I naïve enough to think the garden will be rosy? No, not for a minute but an ethical club at the heart of our community would be amazing. One step short of a fan owned club but certainly the best we've had in my time of watching Town. We'll have our ups and downs, and could start with a down, but I have faith that we will ultimately be heading in the right direction.

I'm looking forward to On this GTFC day in a few years when we can look back and celebrate how far we have come. I don't look back fondly on non-League. We had some great awaydays and those who keep a tally can add a few obscure grounds to their list but we're Town, we always have great awaydays. I still haven't got past that feeling in 2010. We're Grimsby Town. We have history. We really shouldn't have been allowed to sink to this level without a fight.

That feeling pervaded my life for six years. A lot of life happens in six years. I met my husband and spent a significant part of our first date bemoaning the mismanagement of our club and how we shouldn't have been allowed to drop to non-League.

You either get football or not. We do. There's a new era on the horizon. The future is bright, the future is black and white.

UTM! Fenty Out! (Hoping it's the last time I ever have to type that).