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Cod Almighty | Diary

Don't mention the war. Or Ryan Reynoldses.

15 September 2021

"Try not to carried away". We could take this good advice but where's the fun in being sensible. Daubney Diary was the only Cod Almighty diarist not in attendance last night at a pulsating Blundell Park and reserves the right to overcompensate by completely losing the run of himself. You are encouraged to do the same.

The Rough Guide upset some sensitive Wrexham fans so I'll try to avoid Hollywood or Chester references and the scoreline. However, who's writing Town's scripts? The Barnet win wasn't bad and now twice in four days we've been treated to the sight of a local stripey speeding away for an injury time clincher. Igniting what the kids appropriately call 'limbs'. Five games, four wins, one draw. "We can't keep this up, can we?" I asked of eldest when I'd caught my breath. "Why not?" was the answer. Good enough for me.

The night was another triumph for Luke Waterfall. The centre-half once again proved that, contrary to terrace, barstool, and Twitter opinion, there are no bad professional footballers. Just professional footballers who play badly from time to time. Every time you watch a professional game, you are looking at the best of the best. A profession which breaks dreams at every age from seven onwards doesn't spare bad players.

When they have those bad games, they don't need their fans caling them names. While we're all feeling good, if you're on Twitter, search your username and 'Waterfall'. Some accounts that should know better could learn from this.

For those of us not at the game, footage like this of Waterfall's superb header were nuggets of gold to accompany the wireless commenatry: 

They also framed the Findus Stand in a light that would make you want to stay at Blundell Park forever. Or at the very least scramble about trying to change every family plan you have in an insane Covid-busting attempt to get to the Eastleigh game on Saturday. It's hard to see any of last night's full house not wanting to be there again. The rest of us want to be there too.

In a post-game chat last night, the CA letters editor stepped away from the mail sack for a moment to mop his brow and suggest that this "could be our Lincoln moment". It takes a seismic shift to double or triple your regular attendance as our county neighbours did. Max Wright's goal kept the needle on the seismograph moving. Open up the Osmond and put the green corner seats on standby. Paul Hurst's Black and White Army is on a roll to match the one already started off the pitch.