Cod Almighty | Diary
Reign stopped play
12 September 2022
It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.
What were they sacred of? The Daily Mail and the bedroom-based confederacy of reactionary snivelling snowflakes? What a bunch of craven cowards we have in charge of, well, everything.
Still, it stopped the Trojan Horse arriving in town.
Yes, your Deviant Diary is tutting and rolling all of his eyes at all of this nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, where no decision relating to football made sense. Plus ça change, as they say down the Nunny. And après moi le déluge of drivel as they are almost certainly observing down the East Marsh this, and most, lunchtimes.
Good grief is not just a phrase but an academic study, there are professionals in this field you know. And what do they tell us? I'll turn to my left and ask our resident expert (and yes we do have a resident expert in bereavement counselling deep in the bowels of CA Towers). The very worst thing to do is nothing, for life goes on.
When you boil bereavement down it's as simple as that really.
Yes, we all deal with death and other disappointments in different ways. We all have to have coping mechanisms, but we're with our Chair in recognising that cancelling the weekend footie was a missed opportunity for a collective, cathartic moment.
Deprived of the distraction of action, what did you do to fill your time? Pick some potatoes? A little light shopping? No, the only sane and rational thing to do was watch the play-offs in full again. For those who haven't watched the final yet - no spoilers.
Deprived of an afternoon of sport, Radio Humbs were reduced to a space-filling four hours of music and chat with Matt, including our own, our very own Chairman Wow wooing with his trademark chatter-patter and all round common sense. The summary is simply:
• They've signed up the third Chuckle Brother and Deputy Doig “to take away any doubt they are with us for the long term”.
• No he won't say what the deal is as that's “giving information in the market so they can be poached”.
• He's not scared of losing them he just wants to “ensure they fulfil their potential and that we can match that”.
• After a reasonable 18 months in charge they're revisiting the strategy as “we aren't here to make up the numbers”.
• The transfer window is rubbish – they'd agreed everything with the pesky Owls and Little Alex ages ago.
• They have to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time.
• Dave Smith is a wonderful chap, welcome back anytime if he gets bored, but the club needs to maximise its commercial opportunities.
There you are. Isn't it so relaxing to have a professional in charge - a man, a club with sense and sensibilities.
And so finally, finally, life restarts tomorrow with the visit of the gormless Gills, those Kentish men of Kent floundering in the foothills of the farcical fourth. It would be nice to win, but nicer still simply to be back where we belong.
Home, home again. We like to be there when we can.