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Diary - June 2009
Tuesday 30 June
What's better than Ryan Bennett signing a new four-year contract with the Mariners? I'll tell you: Ryan Bennett signing a new four-year contract with the Mariners, sacking his agent and denouncing as "corrupt" the parasites who used his name without permission to further their own worthless careers, and chucking in a sideways insult to the mighty O'Peterborough United, who of course exhibited abject underhandedness, nouveau-riche arrogance and and an extraordinary lack of class and dignity throughout their recent failure to sign him. "I never asked the club to leave and never would," says Town's 19-year-old star player and captain. "I saw the chairman a week ago and told him I don't want to leave unless a deal comes in that is right for the club and they accept it. Only then would I have considered looking at it and leaving." And when that time comes Bennett's transfer value should be enhanced by the new deal, which commits him to GTFC nominally, at least until 2013. Y'know, there's been precious little to smile about since the Diary began way back in 2002, but the way this summer's chapter of the Ryan Bennett story has ended makes me so happy I could nearly blub.
"Town target Warren Feeney is reportedly set to join Leeds United," is the way Blundell Park's communication and publicity team chose to announce, via the club's superb new official website at something approaching midnight last night, that Town were trying to sign Warren Feeney. If nothing else, the revelation at least demonstrates both the Mariners' ambitiousness in the transfer market this summer and just how close to his chest Mr Re-Newell is capable of playing those cards.
FORMER Grimsby Town midfielder Paul Bolland has signed a one-year contract with Macclesfield Town, meanwhile. The likeable and professional but knack-prone Yorkshireman left BP at the end of last season when his contract expired and the Mariners quite understandably declined to offer him a new one until he could prove his ability to stand up straight for more than three minutes without incurring major internal injuries. Good luck, Bolly, and thanks again for 200506! At least you didn't have to join Chester after all. Or indeed Gainsborough, for that matter.
Monday 29 June
From time to time the Diary struggles to find enough news to fill this space every day. Mostly I get by with a little help from my friendly readers, who keep me posted with a nice, steady supply of emails, providing just enough reading matter to fill in on those days when the Grimsby Telegraph has to fill its "FORMER Grimsby Town [playing position] [player name] has joined [new club] after his release from [old club] earlier this month" template. Even when there's a relative avalanche of Mariners-related news, there is never really any pressing need to use the rolling clockwatch style of update adopted by the Yorkshire Evening Post to relay matters related to Leeds United, prefixing every item with the date and time, precise to the very minute. The Diary has been watching this page closely for any developments in the proposed transfer of Peter Sweeney to GTFC, which will be rivalling Ronaldo-to-Real in the long-drawn-out-saga stakes any moment now, but all I have learned recently about the seventh biggest club in Yorkshire is that their game against Huddersfield next February has been brought forward by two and a half hours and Accrington Stanley are interested in one of their goalkeepers. The latter item is stamped Thursday 25 June, 9:03am. You'll never forget where you were when you heard that Sky Saxon was dead and Accrington said they'd like to sign Alan Martin.
Nevertheless, your regular Diary is glad to be back, even if there's only one other thing to tell you about today, and it's an email saying I might as well have stayed away another week. "Well done with last week's Diary," writes Lee Bradley. "Sometimes the absence of mister regular Diary is quite noticeable but last week was like a fresh cool breeze in hot stuffy weather. Great reading every day from all involved. Cheers." Thanks, Lee. You cheeky sod!
Friday 26 June
"Next month we shall be cleaning up politics and taking people safely through the recession," said our beloved Scottish prime minister yesterday. So having saved the world earlier in the year he will now dot some 'i's, cross a few 't's and go off on his (austere but expensive) holiday at peace. Manager Newell has had his holiday so, recession a thing of the past (phew! I hear you sarcastically retort), us Town fans can concentrate wholly and exclusively on waiting for signings and planning which pre-season games we will deign to attend. By the way, that Brown soundbite came from a speech where he thundered on (and on) about values, transparency, honesty etc. It seems to me that if you have to tell people you are honest, then you are almost certainly not.
Mike Newell is an honest man; we know that from his turbulent past. And we increasingly detect signs that players consider the Newell factor when thinking about joining Town. This means we are punching above our weight again the first time for years. Persuading a talented young Londoner like Mr Widdowson to sign for us and up sticks to Grimsby is an excellent example of that, in your Guest Diarist's opinion. The fact that Sweeney hasn't dismissed our small beer offer out of hand is even greater provenance of our renewed pulling power. The signings to be made in the next three or four weeks will affect us all for the next year. And the signs, I reckon, are good. It's just the waiting that is an intense frustration.
I also like the impression I have gained that the manager is the most important person at the club. He decides. And that is right (within the bounds of financial possibility, of course). It came across strongly that the board asked his opinion about selling Bennett. The second offer was a substantial one all too easy to accept. I think if Peterborough had offered more cash up front it would have been harder to resist, but with the prognosis that clubs have got to start going bust at some point soon, coupled with a natural wariness about get-rich-quick clubs reliant on flash harry millionaires, that caution can be seen as a virtue. And Newell told them to wait; that Coun. Fenty took his advice is another good sign. But gentle reader, I hasten to add that this entire paragraph is speculative please take these ramblings with a pinch of my salt. Well, you could if the police hadn't confiscated it but that's another story.
Town's longest-serving player took his turn to give quotes to the Telegraph today. Hegggaarty told them his long-overdue wrist operation had gone ahead and it is to my own credit that I hereby resist speculating how his right wrist came to be damaged as a teenager. Our flexible and determined left-footed friend has been around for ages and taken more stick than the average Spanish donkey to whom he has also been compared. But last season was undeniably his best and the knack of creating goalscoring opportunities for others now and again, coupled with his enthusiasm, makes him a good player to have around just now. More power to his right arm, eh? See yer.
Thursday 25 June
So, farewell to Steven Wells, as much an inspiration in your Idle Diarist's teenage years as Dave Gilbert, Thomas Hardy, the Smiths, and Jan Boyd the English teaching queen of KEVIS were. I can't remember the last time I thought someone outside of my mates was "an inspiration". After years of being surrounded by people desperately trying to justify their role, their expense, their very existence with the tiniest piece of something, my cynicism has consumed possibly not just my outlook, but also my very being.
The weekly plod has brought me to Thursday, but already I've got a Friday feeling. Not a very groovy Friday feeling either. Why? Because Town are already bastard banging on about bringing games forward from their preset Saturday kick-off day. Why? Because Northampton have asked us to. Why? Good question, no answer, as Town again seem to facilitate another club's wishes, before reeling out some half thought through attempt at justification their, ahem, Friday Family Night Football initiative. "Initiative". It's too governmenty, almost desperate even.
The SNOS then drivels on "the club believes that through pro-active marketing we will be able to achieve an improved attendance for certain games" using that age-old PR technique of distracting you from the reason they are taking this action in the first place. Which was? That's right Northampton asked Town to drop their kegs and take it up the arse. Therefore the club spinning this fixture move as part of their pro-active marketing is bullshit. No brainstorming or blue sky thinking there.
So why move a game now when it is to be played so late in the season? If Town were doing well come the back-end of this coming campaign admittedly something even the most rose-tinted of fans cannot predict given the mental scarring of the past few torrid seasons would the club still shift the fixture? The club have 'rescheduled' games once the season has started before, and I suspect they will do again. Are the club anxious about being accused of being too reactive, scared of appearing to have no long-term planning, and also fear the poison pen of the IRATE SEASON TICKET HOLDER OF TWENTY YEARS?
Squirreled away at the bottom, the more immediate match against Accrington at the end of October has also been brought forward, as has the obligatory pre-Christmas-shopping-friendly shift, Morecambe's visit to Cleethorpes also now a Friday night affair.
Still no official word on Peter Sweeney becoming a comrade in Newell's upcoming revolution (when Peter Bore will find being "first against the wall" isn't a promise of a frisky encounter round the back of the Main Stand), so in the meantime drop us a line about what you think of the Sweeney and why he should sign up with the Mariners.
Oh, and before I leave you waiting for the rural charms of Guest Diary tomorrow, a quick hello to Stephen McNally, a solicitor in Wetherby. Thanks for being a fan of our work! You should be careful who you brag about reading Cod Almighty to, y'know! See yer!
Wednesday 24 June
It's Lincolnshire Showtime baby!
On Thursday 18 June 2009, throwing his last summer dice in an attempt to drum up user-derived content in these torpid days of hot longueur, Mr Normal Diary begged for clarity on what historians will call "the Sonagoan Incident" and memories of pubs you have known. Yes, curry houses and pubs in the last resort. Well, I, Deviant Diary, have eaten in the Sonargo(a)n, and lived in the Trawl for a month in 1975, where all I remember is watching Space 1999 while sat at a baby grand piano, underneath a very large rubber plant. Like Flash Gordon, I am still alive.
Who will save us from this torment of nothingness?
Ah-ha! Guess who just got back today Re-Newell is back in Town, Re-Newell is back in Tow-ow-ow-ow-ow-own. Cool Hand Mike is seriously relaxed about signing a keeper, is seriously relaxed about signing The Sweeney, and is generally seriously relaxed. In the source material, a seriously relaxed saunter through the canyons of his mind with Delightful Dale, the Peter Levy of the SNOS,ฉ the manager with the dancing eyes foxtrotted across the ballroom of Town's future confirming that he's looking for a goalkeeper plus three new players, before throwing in a tease about a long-term loan. To save you the bother of hunting high or low for his exact comments, here it is (with the umms and aahs and Dalesque diversions removed): "a bit of pace in the wide areas right or left, a midfield berth (Sweeney), a keeper and another striker". And don't get too excited; he knows who he wants and he'll get them before the season starts. No panic, no worries.
All of which will disappoint big Town fan and Posho chairman Dairmid O'Hanraha-hanrahan who bleated to his local o'ragfest about, ooh loads of things, which is paraphrased and filleted for Bennettian bones of local confection by our local ragfest: "We of course missed out on Bennett which annoyed me big time as we put together a deal that would have earned Grimsby up to a million over time and I am sure it would have allowed them to bring in four or five good players that may have given them a good push in League Two."
Now there's a figure that sets a benchmark for expectations, especially for Mr Taxman and Mr Bank Manager. And of course Mr Nesbit of North Messageboard-in-the-Marsh. Before the frothers in the fens get too excited, just note the words "over time". No dates, no facts, just a bald assertion without context.
Football is run by idiots, we know that, we're not fools. "An example would be two players offered to us over six weeks ago on free transfers. We could have secured them for ฃ1,800 per week, but they weren't for us... they have now joined League One clubs for 3k per week thus illustrating my point about how some clubs are run." Dairmid, the millionaire backer of a small town club with low supporter base, rails against clubs spending beyond their means. Which neatly brings the recurring theme of failure to crisis club number 43 this summer: Stockport County, the even madder Hatters. No board, no management, no players, no ground and now they've sold the shirts off their own backs. They are naked before the world, without dignity or garish polycotton fibres. At least Mr Fentycon has been ahead of the curve here.
Talking of selling, after just two English weeks there are over 1,000 season ticket holders already. Everybody's laughing, everybody's happy.
How can we end but with the never popular Gigs in Wigs feature? News seeps out that Phil Spector is a sensitive needs prisoner after his wife claimed he was mistreated, forced to sleep naked on the floor for two nights and to eat out of a bowl with his hands like a dog. Dogs don't have hands.
And on that bombshell I'll hand you on to another furtive diarist in these dogs days of summer. Chicka ferdy para sol. Tomorrow is just another day.
Tuesday 23 June
"New signing imminent" would be a promising headline to the latest bulletin on the SNOS, except that it actually reads ""New signing imminent?" That question mark lends a plaintive air to the article, and indeed it proves to be a rehash of remarks already published elsewhere, with the suggestion that if there is a new signing, it will be Peter Sweeney and that it certainly won't be a goalkeeper. However, the article does say that Mike Newell is back at Blundell Park today. Middle Aged Diary can exclusively reveal the answering machine messages he has returned to:
"Hi Mike, it's John here. It was so difficult having those important conversations on a crackly mobile wasn't it, but anyway, as I said last week, it is, OF COURSE, your decision about Ryan, but I was wondering if you'd thought through all the implications. Let's have a proper chat when you get back."
"Hello, Mr Newell? You don't know me, but my name is Anthony Williams, and I hear you are looking for a goalkeeper. Though I say it myself, I built up quite a rapport with the Grimsby supporters in my time there, so... oh hang on, my wife's just reminded me you'll be able to check what I'm saying is true... better leave it I think."
"Hello Mike, it's Mike here... you know, Michael Owen, scored lots of goals for England, once. I just wondered if you'd got the brochure my agent sent? I know you've got some good forwards there, but I'd be happy to compete for a place on the bench with Danny Nor... just a minute, that's Phil Brown on my mobile. Must dash... metaphorically, I mean wouldn't want to risk dashing with my hamstrings... oh blast... you didn't hear that did you Phil?"
In other 'news', if you bruise easily, make sure there are no careless people with feathers in your vicinity as This is Grimsby reveals that Robbie Stockdale is looking forward to the League Cup game at his former club, Tranmere, and he thinks that Danny Coyne, if he is still playing at Prenton Park, will also be looking forward to it. Admission prices for this happy reunion have, of course, been "slashed".
Monday 22 June
How's it going? Mardy Diary here in a relatively good mood, I must admit. But then I'm not at work today and that generally makes me happy.
Nothing much to report again, I guess because players are still sort of under contract or on holiday or whatever else it is they do in June. It has me wondering though do lots of footballers jet off on their holidays in the middle of June? And do prices go up as a result? You know if you've got school age children and you want to go on holiday then generally you can only go during the summer holidays. As a result there's a lot of demand and people charge what the hell they want, so it costs about ฃ3,000 a night for a skip in the Fitties. Well surely there should be similar premiums in June for those cash-rich footballers going on their yearly break? Where do they all go anyway? Have any of our readers set off on holiday around June only to realise they're surrounded by a plane full of lower-league footballers? Or have you ever booked a couple of weeks break in a resort and arrived to find yourself sharing the pool with the entire reserve team of Hartlepool? We want your holiday/footballer stories to the usual address, please.
Anyway, in these times of scarce news all credit to the Telewag for somehow still managing to run at least one story on Town EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE WEEK. I mean that genuinely though and admittedly some of the stories are tenuous to say the least but all publicity is good publicity as they say and the club can only benefit from being on the back pages of the local rag everyday.
And so I leave you on this quiet Monday still with that pleading look in your eye and that mantra running through your mind: "please sign Sweeney, please sign Sweeney". Tomorrow you will be in the ever capable hands of another guest diarist our regular Diary having booked a week in Spain to go footballer spotting.
One last bit of breaking news though. It was reported that Mike Newell had sent a few texts to 'Sweens' when he was on holiday. One of our technical experts has managed to intercept one of these messages, and we print it in full here: "Playa u is well wikid c u at bp in 2 wks n tings ight brup brup". You heard it here first. Seeya.
Friday 19 June
Priceless. Our beloved clubs superb new official website's copy writer(s) have excelled themselves with their piece this morning explaining the odds for promotion next season. After the expected jingoism about how Town represent amazing value at 10/1 to get out of the fourth division, the article goes on to explain that "Crewe and Bury are the clear favourites for promotion from League 2 at 3/1, with Northampton Town second favourites at 7/4." Now that surprised your Guest Diarist, who hadn't expected the likes of Bury to be top of the heap and who was labouring under the impression that 7/4 was quite a bit shorter than 3/1. The article then proceeds to append a handy table showing all the odds for promotion. The top six in the betting are Northampton, Shewsbury, Rotherham, Bradford, Notts County and Chesterfield. Given that one of the Town directors is a horse racing trainer known for his long odds coups (especially at Cartmel, I remember), this catastrophic failure to understand betting odds, write a descending table or, indeed, read what you have just written defies belief really.
Meanwhile the Telegraph, biting its lip at the disappointment that none of the area's MPs had claimed for anything particularly controversial on expenses, brings us some news. First the sad bit, with the burning down of Darley's hotel (aka the Leaking Boot), and then the important bit about how Town have 14 signed-on players and manager Newell wants a squad of 18. Newell apparently told them: "A number around the 18 mark is my target we have 14 at present. I would say I'm looking for another four or five before the season starts. I don't want too big a squad because then you get players who are just out of the picture and not involved that's a waste. Last season when I arrived we had over 20 players and some were never going to play. I think it's wiser to have a smaller squad of players, who are all competing for a place."
So we need a goalkeeper and a midfielder or two (one hopes Sweeney will crack under the pressure of all those text messages from Conlon exhorting him to come and live it large in Meggies). And maybe a centre-half to replace young Bennett. I don't think anyone can confidently predict whether we will get the benefit of our young skipper for another season, but I bloody hope so. A settled squad
with numbers under 20 on their backs always cheers me up better the devil you know, I always say.
Now our ambassador to Vietnam these days hails from Horncastle. And back in the spring he brought the deputy Vietnamese foreign minister to a Town match, where she met Mike Newell. A very smiley lady who, it would seem, gave our Mike a shirt. Her trip is mentioned on the ambassador's blog where Mr Kent wrote: "T๔i rโ́t mừng bởi thành ph๔́ nhỏ Grimsby dường như đã trở n๊n n๔̉i tí๊ng sau bài ví๊t rโ́t sinh đ๔̣ng của Linh. T๔i xin trโn trọng giới thị๊u với các bạn loạt bài ví๊t của các bạn phóng vi๊n." The only Vietnamese to English translator I could find in 30 seconds told me this said something about giving birth with friends. Let's just hope she "looks out for our result every Saturday", eh?
After that brief and out-of-date report from our Asian correspondent, I can't resist musing on our starting line-up next season. A back four of Stockdale, Bennett, Atkinson and Widdowson looks pretty damn good to me full of youth, ability and decent attitude. We have plenty of strikers to choose from but any two from Conlon, Proudlock and the Frenchman ought to produce at least one goal in any game next season. We need a goalkeeper and it is a great shame in a way that the new arrival will be compared to Henderson, who is out of our league. In midfield is where the key signings need to be made. Clarke and Boshell are decent squad players but we need two strong signings to be able to challenge those teams around the play-off places. The next couple of weeks will reveal if we get Sweeney (my guess is that one is about 40:60 but then I'm a natural pessimist). If not, we need a ball winner and a playmaker. Dream on, eh? See yer.
Thursday 18 June
As you probably caught yesterday, O'Peterborough United have officially declared an end to their interest in pissing Town about over Ryan Bennett by conspiring with his agent and giving misleading statements to the media in a concerted strategy to unsettle the player and acquire him for less than his potential worth. Not that this will mean an end to O'Posh's comedy director of football Barry Fry bringing embarrassment to his club and any of its supporters with a sense of shame, as an endgame report in the Peterborough Evening Telegraph demonstrates with painful clarity. Clearly unable to contain his anger at the epic failure of his underhanded scheming as little Grimsby thwart the imperial ambitions of the mighty O'Peterborough, the former Barnet manager has tried to save some face with a laughable dig at Town in the local paper. "They think they can get a couple of million for the boy so good luck to them. I'd be amazed if there's anyone out there prepared to match what we offered," concludes Fry, clearly having given up completely on the idea of retaining any trace of class or dignity whatsoever.
Diary reader Tom Carpenter has a distinctive take on Town's rejection of O'Posh's reported half-million-quid offer for Bennett, believing it is more the work of the manager than the chairman. "Ha!" he begins in an email to the Diary. "Only a young Peter Cook could have come up with something as funny as Mr Fenty's wistful confirmation of Town's rejection of Peterborough's record breaking offer. The whole thing reads on the SNOS like Fenty, pound signs ablazing in his Tory eyes, was desperate to let him go, but Mike Renewell put his foot down. Well done to him, and to Mr Fenty for making me laugh so hard I've spilt tea all over my keyboard." Tom has been particularly shrewd in making a link to Mr Fenty's political inclinations: after all, it's not like the Tories' previous spell in government didn't establish a long track record of selling off key assets at knock-down prices.
Yesterday, Wednesday 17 June 2009, at around 3:28pm BST, I came across something interesting on Vital Football. It's a page on the Lincoln City section of the site, about the Imps' forthcoming meeting with either Town or Scunny in the Lincolnshire Cup. It's interesting because it explains that this local tournament was the very reason for City being founded in 1884, which the Diary must admit I had no idea about. The page also links to a Wikipedia entry all about the Lincs Cup which details the various formats the competition has taken over the 128 years of its existence and lists every winner. Learning all this stuff has been a very satisfying way to spend a few minutes of the close season, other than that it's left me with a nagging ache to find out who were the Grimsby All Saints FC who won the competition in the 189596 season.
Just before your regular Diary departs for a short break, leaving a ragtag band of mercenaries to stand in here next week, some of you have emailed about the badly named local restaurants I rather capriciously ripped the piss out of here yesterday. The Sonargaon, Mat Hare explains, "is a tandoori place in Meggies marketplace. Named after the ancient capital of the Benga presumably." Oh, of course that ancient capital of the Benga. Michael Robinson (of Soccer Books publishing fame) adds that the Sonargaon is "much beloved by some friends of mine. It's reasonable, I suppose, but Eastern Delights (literally) next door is the better option. They give you Mintoes there after your meal, you know. Oh, and a rose for the ladies. Mainly they don't seem to give you gastroenteritis, which is always good in a curry establishment."
Martin Robinson, meanwhile, has found another, well, interesting name for a local venue: "Gypsy Tears is the name of a bar in Cleethorpes," he announces. "Something to do with Borat? What's all that about then? Oh, and the Trawl is going to be a 'Hungry Horse' family restaurant/bar type place. Another local pub bites the dust..." Well, that's something else to talk about. While I'm away, readers, email diary@codalmighty.com with your reminiscences of favourite local pubs, clubs and stuff that aren't around any more, and either we'll catch up when I get back or the reserve diarists can pick it up next week. Cheerio!
Wednesday 17 June
In football, as in life, everyone has their own ways of doing things. If you're an unscrupulous bastard in life, you might spread lies about a rival at work or have it off with the partner of your best friend. If you're an unscrupulous bastard in football, you might talk to the agent of a player you want to sign, rather than the club he's contracted to, and place a few stories in the media, in an effort to unsettle the player and lower his value before you lodge an official bid. Just because O'Peterborough United choose to conduct their transfer business in a certain way, though, doesn't mean Scunthorpe United must do likewise. Yesterday John Fenty revealed that Scunny and Blackpool were among several other clubs interested in signing Ryan Bennett presumably because officials from those clubs had spoken to him about it. Today, however, the Scunthorpe Telegraph reports that the Irons are not in the hunt for Bennett just because his agent says so. "I have not had any contact with anyone from Scunthorpe United," explains the all-seeing, all-knowing Darren Bossons, seemingly oblivious to the possibility that Scunthorpe or any other club might go about its transfer business legitimately and directly approach the club that their target player is attached to, instead of grubbing around insidiously with his agent and the media. Still, if they did, I guess he'd be out of a job.
And so to the fixture list. Town's first game of the suddenly very keenly anticipated 200910 season will be away at Cheltenham which comes as bad news to the two clubs but good news for those of us who like football to be played at the time God intended, as they surely can't move the opener to a Friday night. On the last day of the season, says the Mariners' superb new official website, Town have "a home game against Burton Albion"; the Mariners' superb new official website is wrong, because it's an away game against Burton Albion. And in a break with traditional Boxing Day derbies against close local rivals Accrington and Macclesfield, the Mariners face a long haul to Notts County.
It's some time since the Diary went out for a meal in the Grimsby area, which has long been the final culinary outpost where prawn cocktails are still served (at least without a garnish of irony). And my absence from local eateries seems unlikely to be ended by the sheet of discount coupons for local leisure and retail businesses that is sent out to Town fans when they buy season tickets. One of these coupons is for a place called Sonargaons, or the Sonargon; both spellings are used, and both sound less like a place you'd go out for a bite to eat than a murderous race of aliens from Doctor Who. Another applies to an outlet by the name of Oscablax, which could be a restaurant but, going by the name and the frankly very scary typeface it's presented in on the coupon, could just as easily be a horror film about a virulent and terrifying virus which mutates from fish life to wipe out the entire human race. For crying out loud, Grimsby, stop being so utterly rubbish at everything just for five minutes or DIE with the rest of your PUNY SPECIES!
If you've eaten out at Oscablax, Sonargaons, or indeed the Sonargon, if you're the horrified proprietor of one of these establishments suddenly acknowledging the terrible mistake you've made, or if you'd like to talk to the Diary about anything else that has or hasn't appeared on this page, please email diary@codalmighty.com.
Tuesday 16 June
In January 2006 Town rejected Luton's ฃ325,000 offer for Michael Reddy: a costly gamble which failed when Reddy's hips turned to powder approximately six minutes later, bringing an abrupt end to the player's professional career. Three and a bit years later, club chairman John Fenty (Con) has given Barry Fry his best poker face, pulled down one of those funny green visor things over his eyes, and said no to an even bigger wedge of Irish punts from O'Peterborough for awesome teenage centre-back and club captain Ryan Bennett. It's probably a bit of a perverse comparison really, given that young Ry's value is only likely to rise over the two more years he's contracted to the Mariners for not to mention that his hips aren't about to become powder and consign him to wikimythical wandering in Greenland and the Falkland Islands but it was quite a good way to start the Diary, don't you think?
So what's been said? "It's a good offer and an offer which would potentially set a record for this division," admits JF(C), but adds: "The manager, who is influencing our thinking on this matter, has suggested that this is not the best time to be letting Ryan go." Today's Grimbo Telewag speculates idly that O'Peterborough's offer may have been in excess of half a million quid, but adds a revealing quote from Fenty that "we have other clubs like Scunthorpe and Blackpool showing an interest and at least two other high-profile sides at that level and above also keeping an eye on the situation". Yes, I know the Irish punt was replaced by the euro in 2002. It's just not clear when the same will happen to the complete and utter punt O'Peterborough call their director of football.
The League Cup or to use its proper sponsored title, the Fosters Cup has been a kinder competition to the Mariners over the past two or three decades than the more revered FA Cup. Indeed, Town's sequence of eye-catching Fosters Cup wins against Everton, Aston Villa, Liverpool and Tottenham, among others, was followed by a first round victory last season against no less a power in English football than Tranmere Rovers and bugger me sideways if this morning's draw hasn't paired the two teams again in the first stage of next season's tournament, albeit this time at Prenton Park. "It gets to your thirst fast," admitted new Rovers boss Mr J Barnes.
Jan Przeniczny has sent a marvellous email to the Diary on the recent subject, in Jan's words, of ichthyology and micturition or if you prefer, "we piss on your fish". Here it is:
When I arrived in Grimsby, I soon found that fish 'n' chips meant haddock. Cod is what you threw back. In Scunthorpe FnC meant cod and chips, with haddock as a 'special' if they had any. In Wakefield FnC meant some kind of white fish in batter. Could be fillet or minced. Some posh chippies sold cod as a special. Now I write this to show that Grimmies/Meggies know a thing or two about fish, and that anointing the fish before dispatch sent a strong message out there not to mess with 'us'. Hence it's an actual thing, not figurative.
However, on reflection, this is dangerous, for it may be fairly easy to segregate fish between NE Lincs and the rest, hence a quick spray before despatch, but what about Barton, Caistor and Louth? Surely pockets of Mariners fans are digesting the fish we have 'prepared' for our enemy? Also, I've worked in the fish industry and technical controls are not what we think, so some/lots of fish are being anointed for 'home' consumption anyway. I suggest that a campaign is set up by CA to change the chant to a more accurate, however, admittedly, less frightening "we piss on all the fish". Yes, it's a weak chant, but in these litigious days where peanut packers must put "may contain nuts" on the outer and the frozen pea manufacturer must remind people that the chips, steak and plate are not inside the bag, only peas, we either must stop the chant, or become more accurate. A vague 'custom and practice' is no longer good enough for the 21st century.
"We piss on all the fish." I could get used to it, I suppose although we might have to alter the melody to 'La Donna e Mobile' from Verdi's Rigoletto.
Finally today, Jason Crowe has joined third division Leeds United. He used to play for Grimsby, you know.
Monday 15 June
Hello, readers! Did you have a nice weekend in the sun? Let's hope you did, because you wouldn't want the 72 chairmen of Football League clubs to have had all the lovely weather to themselves at their conference which was held in Portugal just because they fancied a little break somewhere nice for very sound football-related reasons indeed as they relaxed with cocktails by the side of the pool as sexy ladies rubbed sweet scented oils on their shoulders discussed very important football matters with the best interests of supporters at heart.
And the shoulders of John Fenty (Con) in particular, it must be said, seem in need of a rest from carrying the weight of the world upon them. "Quite frankly there is nothing much to be said," Fenty told the club's superb new official website as soon as his return flight touched down at Kirmington, only for the chairman to then launch into a 500-word dissertation about Peterborough's increasingly tiresome attempts to sign Ryan Bennett, the league's new rules on tax debt, and some idea called a 'hero fund', which the chairmen were all excited about during their weekend jolly and seems to be some kind of loan which clubs would be able to take out against the anticipated value of their star players (God forbid that the writers of the SNOS should actually do some research and be able to contextualise these kinds of quotes now and again). JF(C) himself, however, comes out very much against the idea, seemingly having missed the obvious wheeze of borrowing some money from the hero fund on the value of Ryan Bennett to pay off the club's tax debt without having to sell him to Peterborough.
Another idea discussed by the chairmen on their working holiday was that of copying the Premier League, not by instituting a tedious plutocracy whereby every competition is won by a tiny, unrepresentative elite of rich clubs or at least not yet but by allowing managers to name seven substitutes instead of five, starting next season. The move was proposed by second division Derby County and accepted in a vote, despite objections from third division chairmen that more substitutes would further skew the competitiveness of the league in favour of richer clubs with large squads, and from fourth division chairmen that they couldn't afford the work needed to lengthen their substitutes' benches.
Scarborough Athletic have announced a friendly at home to Grimsby Town on Saturday 18 July. The Grimsby Telegraph has announced that the game may not go ahead because of the Mariners' involvement in that tournament that their kit suppliers are putting on in Devon. Grimsby Town have announced... nothing at all. If you could announce something though, please, Grimsby Town, that'd be nice, as I was hoping to take a short break with Mrs Diary and Baby Diary on the North Yorkshire coast next month and it would be quite nice if we could get along to Scarborough for the football. Cheers.
Finally today, you may remember that the Diary asked last week whether Town fans' "we piss on your fish" chant is meant literally or figuratively. Mat Hare has emailed to say: "I always assumed the chant was meant to mean that we literally urinated on the fish before it was shipped off. I assumed that because Grimsby was the major fishing port and presumably much of the country got their fish from loads (or whatever the technical term is) landed at Grimsby docks. With so many people dependent on us for food, it seems only right that we piss on it to show our sharing, caring nature. After all, if it was meant as a chant of dominance 'our fish is better than yours' why is it we piss on your fish, and not our fish pisses on your fish? And who else really had much of a fishing industry to talk of? Who would we aim the chant at?" Good points, Mat, but perhaps it was meant as a chant of dominance in terms of the fish served, rather than landed, in Grimsby, because "the freshness of the seafood on offer in our takeaway food outlets, combined with the culinary expertise of the staff therein, makes for a local fish and chip offering the quality of which far exceeds your own" might not scan too well.
Friday 12 June
That Steve Wraith has had his apparition in the news again today as the Telewag runs an encouraging piece about how the club has sold over 400 season tickets over half to new lambs to the Town slaughter (or old mutton-to-be returning for a last season, whichever the case may be). We get these encouraging noises about season tickets every year about this time, but for once they seem to be confirming a bit of a rise in the feelgood factor about the place, admittedly from a wretchedly low level. The club is targetting a hundred grand's worth of sales by the end of the week let's hope they beat it.
After reading Mr Fry's quotes extolling the virtues of his much-improved verbal offer to Coun Fenty (Con) on a golf course somewhere in Portugal, the official site has confirmed it is true. Your Guest Diarist feared as much: the piece has the chairman saying: "Although we have received a substantially improved offer from Peterborough, we are not in a position to respond until I return from the Football League meeting in Portugal, and when we have evaluated further interest being shown by other clubs. I must reaffirm that the club has no desire to sell Ryan although it is pleasing that other clubs are showing an interest in our players."
To my mind this moves the sale one step closer first you get the 'derisory' cry, then you get this, then I reckon you are one final haggle away from a deal. The Telegraph claims that the deal may involve part-exchange(s). So idle minds can run through the Posh squad with a fine-toothed comb looking for potential Town nits. And no, I don't expect we can have Frecklington or McLean. Manager Ferguson has said he is looking for a central defender, a midfielder and a striker after signing winger Tommy Rowe and the aforementioned Freckles. Rumours that Fry's second bid included a bag of spanners on top of the original derisory cash sum can not yet be confirmed.
The supporters' trust is quiet these days, so it was comforting to read their self-effacing piece about how they supported the Yoof last season to the tune of over two grand. Well done, eh? But they need more cash in case the lads don't get knocked out in the first round next season so click here if you can help them out with a few quid.
This fourth paragraph, like its predecessor, is given over to advertising today. So if you are skint or cynical skip it. The Cod Almighty T-shirt man, mindful of the recession, has reduced the price of the famous Cod Almighty 'Grimsby is not in Yorkshire' T-shirt to six quid including UK postage. These are proudly worn by exiles all over the flipping place so why not get one or replace your two-year-old model which has gone a bit grey and baggy in the wash? All profits go to the club after paying our hosting fees. Go on, order one.
I've even run out of adverts now, so will take my leave, wishing you as quiet or as riotous a weekend as you fancy. See yer.
Thursday 11 June
It is unlikely you, unlike Idle Diary, will have logged on to the interwebs and found an email from the Grimmo Telegraph with the subject line 'Newell in agent fury', and wondered if the Re-Newell one has bagged a part in one of Marvel's myriad of upcoming Avengers-based films. No, you'll have thought: "Oh Christ, here we go, Newell's off on an ANGRY RANT against football agents."
So, to find that the local rag has managed to drag a whole story out of a very brusque quote is somewhat a surprise in some ways. (And not so in other inch-filling during-a-quiet-week ways.) Just skip to the end of the story, past the bit about Bennett's two-year contract, past the bit about Barry Fry saying he's offered more money, and definitely miss the bit from Bennett's Mr 10%. "Ryan's agent is like most agents," starts maddened Mike, the lack of exclamation marks revealing it was all uttered in a calmer manner than the headline suggests, before leaving the reader to speculate that "if the FA and the Football League did their jobs properly" this would solve "the mess [the game] is in right now". And it is in a mess." What mess? What mess?
Thankfully, Guest Diary has been digging this morning to help join up some of the dots. Y'see, Barry Fry is 'avin' it large down at the chairmen's convention in Portugal, and 'avin' 'ad 'is first bid for the boy Bennett turned down, 'e's taken the chawnce, sat next to that geeeeezer John Fenty as 'e is, to offer 'im a bigger bag of wonga for the lad. While the offer has been raised, Fry has lowered his ability to be a irritating twat with a reasonable assessment of the situation: "We are going to try to bring him in, but Grimsby feel they have got an asset in the lad and they don't want him to go cheap, which is fair."
Such sense is refreshingly adult-like behaviour after Fry's recent crap attempts at psyching out Bennett, Newell, and Fenty. And as your diarist is having to rely on recruitment agents at the moment to procure further employment, I hope the Town manager also starts to put aside his dogged, continual digs at agents and gets a resolution that is best for everyone concerned. If Newell still doesn't get it, then maybe he should have a word with Nick Hegarty and his very astute and balanced take on the matter. Very sensible.
Wednesday 10 June
First there was the long and drawn-out transfer saga that preceded Thierry Henry's switch to Barcelona. Then there was the even longer and, er, drawn-outer transfer saga that preceded Cristiano Ronaldo's switch to Real Madrid. Then the biggest club of all decided they needed a galactico of their own, and Peterborough United moved in for Ryan Bennett. Peterborough's director of unsettling transfer targets via his friends in the southern media, Barry Fry, has been working through the stages of his carefully constructed plan to ensnare the Grimsby captain and has this week reached phase three: get the agent to tell the media Bennett wants to move, and that way he won't forfeit his loyalty bonus by asking for a transfer, and Posh can save a few quid on his signing-on fee. Hence the appearance yesterday of stories about Bennett "wanting" and "asking for" his dream move to Cambridgeshire, and "urging" GTFC to let him go.
So was it just part of Fry's campaign of shit-stirring when he responded to Town's initial brush-off by claiming that "certain things have changed, as they always do in football"? Or does he know something we don't? In a near reprise of the classic administrative blunder that allowed Crystal Palace to sign Danny Butterfield for free, did Town forget to activate their option to extend Ryan's contract, so that the only alternative to the "derisory" offer that came in from London Road last week would be a fee decided by a tribunal? Or is Fry just a cynical bastard who couldn't believe his luck when a bored Irish millionaire stuck in a pin in a map and the nearest club was Peterborough?
"Dear Diary," writes Will Douglas, in an email to the Diary rather than an entry in a journal of his private reflections, "Following your intended chant tuition with your six-month-old bairn, please can you put this to bed once and for all?" Well, I try, Will, but Baby Diary won't go down to sleep until he's watched the DVD of Town beating Spurs the other year with Daddy waving his arms around like a nutcase at the end. Oh, hang on there's another question. "Is it 'Mike Re-Newell's barmy army'? Or 'Mike Re-Newell's black and white army?' Yours bewitched, bothered and bewildered, UTM, Will." Well, there's a good question, and the Diary's not much of a singer, so perhaps you readers would like to email in and enlighten us. And that reminds me when we sing "We piss on your fish", do we mean we literally empty our bladders on to the other lot's cod before we send it down to them, or do we mean it figuratively, as in our fish is simply much better than their fish? Email diary@codalmighty.com with the answers to these questions and anything else you like.
With that I bid you goodbye in an early end to the week, as your regular Diary is off to London in an hour or so, for my last chance to see The Pains of Being Pure at Heart in a reasonable venue before they move on up to the Carling O2 Natwest Shockwaves Academy circuit. Guest diarists will, of course, see you through Thursday and Friday. So long for now.
Tuesday 9 June
Football it's the new craze! The only thing cutting-edge on the south bank of the Humber, even the proudest Grimbarian would admit, is the aural membrane-splitting way we pronounce our vowels. Accordingly, almost two decades after Paul Gascoigne blubbed his way out of the World Cup and the rest of England decided this football thing that they used to play in the old days might not be so bad after all, the population of Grimsby and Cleethorpes seems to have caught up at last, with the GTFC club shop shifting gajillions of new replica shirts and recording the biggest first-day season ticket sales in 23 years. "We were anticipating a tremendous first day of sales but this has far exceeded our expectations," beams Town's accounts manager Mr Steve Wraith, looking forward to Grimsby soon joining the rest of the developed world in enjoying other modern innovations such as broadband, Indian food and hot running water.
It's a funny old game indeed that expects supporters to become dewy-eyed over the issue of which large private company pays some money to have its name put on part of the stadium. That is precisely the scenario, though, as large private company Findus pays some money to have its name put on the part of Blundell Park that was opened in the early 1980s on the site of the former Barrett stand. Granted, it was Findus that stumped up most of the costs of building the thing and thus became the first sponsor of the stand that has since been named after several different kinds of really shit beer but whichever way you cut it, it's still a story for the suits, so you can colour me not particularly interested really. Now if they issue a replica shirt with the Findus name running vertically down one of the white stripes, that's a different matter entirely.
After Sky came to Blundell Park last year to do that daft crossbar challenge thing and a leading first-team player introduced himself to the camera by saying "Phil Barnes, goalkeeper, out of contract this season", he presumably went home, sat back and expected a flurry of offers for his services from football clubs of vastly superior status. So what has happened since Barnes was sent packing, along with Tom Newey and Gary Montgomery, and Town suddenly became good? Well, the going home and sitting back part all went pretty well and, although the player has yet to receive a megabucks deal from the likes of Barcelona, Internazionale or Peterborough United, there is a firm offer on the table from Gainsborough Trinity.
Over now to the Diary's inbox, where Mark Stilton has reprised the issue of interesting ways to travel to Town matches, which last week brought us tales of Lambrettas, narrowboats and cross-Channel ferries. "I expect if you asked the same question in ten years," muses Mark, "you'll get lots of replies saying: 'I used to walk, yes, WALK to football matches. From a local pub. Can you believe it?' If we're just making all these new grounds accessible to motorists then wouldn't the best thing be to just build them all at various points up the M1? Or maybe in a big ring around Birmingham." A valid point indeed, as with every day that passes the Mariners' plans for the edge-of-town Fentydome look more and more dated architecturally, socially and environmentally. Bring it back into town, councillor, and you might find as much support for the new stadium as there is for the new team.
"Whilst I have no novel method of away travel to share with you," writes Jan Przeniczny, "I thought I would add a bit to CA as it's a lean time until the first ball is kicked in the 2009-10 season. Anyway, a few crumbs is better than no loaf!
In 1996, Saturday 27 January, I set out with my son and his mate for the Mariners v West Ham fourth round FA Cup match. It had been snowing the night before so we set out bright and early, suitably provisioned for polar exploration. I was on the A1 past Donny when BBC Humber announced that the match had been called off. (This is not the story just a backdrop/padding out session.) Few days earlier a group of factory employees asked me if they could use the company Transit van over the weekend. No reason given, but... that Saturday they arrived at Upton Park at 1:30 pm. The radio in the van hadn't worked for months. As an aside, they took a settee in the back (citation required) with cases of beer (citation not required empties left in the back). No fridge for cooling required as the heating in a transit was never designed for total heating of van. The van was never asked for again, as the ribbing the six got must have put them off." Um... "Will try harder for a story next time." Thanks, Jan! It's either that or we run a piece about Simon Grand.
Monday 8 June
Did you catch all that, then? Colourful larger-than-life football 'character' Barry Fry has been shit-stirring again in the latest chapter of his ongoing strategy to unsettle Town captain Ryan Bennett. This time the Peterborough United whatever-his-job-title-is-now has come in with a first official bid albeit tokenistic or, as John Fenty (Con) described it, derisory and a knowing-chuckle aside that, despite the Town chairman's earlier throwaway comment about Bennett not being for sale even for a million quid, "certain things have changed as they always do in football". Peterborough, of course, are little more than nouveau-riche social climbers, the used car dealer trying to gatecrash the croquet lawn; a sort of King$ton Communication$ FC-lite, without the windfall of a municipal stadium; indeed, like Plucky Scunthorpe United, they have only belonged to the Football League for a mere 40 or 50 years; now think of your own blustery put-down and then post it somewhere else on the worldwide web in a laughable e-squabble with another team's internet supporters. In reality, though, Fry's disrespectful conduct is probably just par for the course these days when a club with a few quid wants to sign a player from a club that happens to be in a lower division, but Town fans just aren't used to it because it's the first time in a decade that we've had a player who's good enough for clubs higher up the league to actually be interested in signing him.
Mike Newell's strategy of getting the squad players in first and then adding the first XI continues with news that the Town boss has been talking to Adrian Forbes about a permanent move to Blundell Park. The 30-year-old AM/F R has been released by Millwall and has already said he's well up for returning to North East Lincs next season after spending most of a recent loan with the Mariners on the bench or shouting at referees, and Mr Re-Newell is in today's Grimsby Telegraph saying "I've been in touch with Adrian so he knows we are interested. But you have to remember he is coming from a club at the top end of League One and that would more than likely mean a drop in wages. Whether that will be something he would go for I don't know but it's nice to hear he is keen to discuss a move here." Forbes seems dead keen, though, so the Diary feels certain they'll thrash something out and we can only hope our Mike finds first-choice players with as much enthusiasm for the job, because God knows the last few managers have struggled with that.
That'll have to be all for today, as I have to log off for an unscheduled midday session with Baby Diary who, at the age of six months, is already displaying a fondness for activities involving clapping, so I think I'll spend the next hour teaching him the words and actions for 'Mike Newell's Barmy Army'. Until tomorrow, comrades.
Friday 5 June
Grimsby Town chairman and Conservative councillor John Fenty shared his continuing dreams for the club with us humble fans today, writes Guest Diary, via a free-to-watch answer session with the redoubtable Mariners World interviewer Dale Ladson. Coun Fenty (Con) showed his Tory colours by telling a poor student from Hull that he hoped he could find a way to buy a season ticket despite the club not offering any discount scheme to adult students at all. Fenty said, and I paraphrase, that overall ticket prices had come down and so if a few students lost out then they should console themselves that prices had been reduced for the Main Stand dentists. He carried on in similar vein, explaining that it didn't matter that junior tickets had gone up from ฃ20 to ฃ50 because not many people bought them. In that case surely you would have hardly lost more than a few quid by leaving the status quo, eh, Mr Fenty? And preserved a nice dose of goodwill to 'hard working families'.
In answer to a pertinent question about Rob Jones (the player Fenty allowed to slip through his fingers because he said you can't pay good centre-halves as much as lower league strikers) the chairman confirmed that Town will receive 15 per cent of any fee in excess of the undisclosed amount for which Town sold Jones. I am reliably told that the word 'undisclosed' is code for ฃ150,000.
In answer to another good question about Town's Fentydome design being surely well out of date by now, ten years after it was drafted, Fenty's tone became dreamy. The project has been skewered by the recession, he told us, but in his mind the stadium remains at the forefront of modern stadium design, yet without ever being unaffordably expensive. One assumes he imagines that the sun will always shine there and the birdlife will clap their wings in delight as they flutter over the adjacent skies. A place where the clogged car park will be emptied in eight minutes after the match (by magic Fenty has seen the future and it's called Harry Potter).
Fenty went on to explain that even with a recession he was in active discussion about an exciting but admittedly unfeasible alternative to a retail anchor tenant. Also, if people like ice skating why don't they start a petition the Fentydome would welcome them. The alternative doesn't have legs, he confessed, but hey, we all need a dream. And Fenty, by way of reply to a question about what the future holds for Town, is convinced that in ten years' time, Town will be living that dream, occupying a superb new stadium and playing "at least" Championship football. The former will only happen if the council wins the Euro lottery or Coun Fenty masters hypnosis and assumes total control of its budget, gentle reader, and the latter, some would say, is about as likely as, well, ermm, that.
The new Harry Potter film is out soon hey, perhaps we should groundshare with a quidditch team. See yer.
Thursday 4 June
Newspapers have to fill their pages somehow, and when the companies that own them are sacking thousands of journalists because their profits have shrunk from massive to merely enormous, the job gets harder still. The Grimsby Telegraph sports desk, as we saw the other day, is feeling the pinch worst of all this summer as news on the Mariners dries up, and is heroically creating stories about goalkeepers who played or rather, didn't play for Town during a spell on loan from Chelsea fifteen years ago. Inspired by the valour of the Telewag team, the club's superb new official website is following suit with a 'where are they now?' series, bringing us up to date with the careers of such key figures in GTFC history as Steve Chettle, er, Chris Thompson, and today, um, Robbie Busscher, who made one appearance as a substitute for Town in 2001. Unlike their professional counterparts at Riby Square, however, the crafty SNOS team have made sure they can still devote plenty of time to successful marketing and communications activities by simply lifting their Busscher article almost word for word from Wikipedia. Smart thinking, guys!
That's about yer lot, really (although Mike Newell says Danny Boshell is good, which could also be news), so let's crack on with your email tales of travel to Town games. Can Ben Gresswell match a Lambretta or a narrowboat? "I travelled to see The Mariners play West Ham (FA Cup 1996, 1-1 Laws scored for Town and we beat them 3-0 in the replay) in a removal van. I was working for local firm Goodwins at the time and I persuaded the gaffer to let me go as driver's mate so I could go to the game. Spent the night in the wagon as well! Those were the days." The days when you could get nice perks from work, or the days when Town were any good? Meanwhile, the doyen of this week's Diary inbox, Jeremy Baily, went by "cross-channel ferry for games at Brighton, Ipswich, Gillingham and some London games (plus tubes of course) when living in Germany. Hitch-hiked in my youth too, when it was safe to do that sort of thing (has it ever been safe?)." If there's a hitch-hiking story to rival Tim White's epic jaunt to Hartlepool and back, then it needs to be told!
Lastly, Mark Wilson has another tip for how Andy Holt and his lovely missus might spend a day on the Coventry-to-Derby section of their forthcoming visit to the UK. "If Andy goes to Derby via the M6, M42, M1 route he'll virtually drive past the Tamworth SnowDome so he could go skiing in the summer! There's also some kind of mining museum near Coalville I recall. After that he could go and have a look round Donington Park (I believe they have a museum) and swing by the Stanton concrete pipeworks between Nottingham and Derby and drive into Derby via Brian Clough Way. It's a dream day out and I bet Mrs Andy would love it as well." Mrs Andy, incidentally, is still notorious among the Cod Almighty team for chucking out all our left-over curry at the CA end-of-season pyjama party in 2007, but in fairness I guess in New Zealand they probably don't have spinach dupiaza with tarka dhal and chilli naan for breakfast. "Isn't it great not to be nervous between 1 and 4.40 on a Saturday!" concludes Mark, tangentially. I wouldn't know I spend the whole weekend worrying about what I'll put in the Diary on Monday.
That's yer lot from yer regular Diary this week, so thanks for reading and emailing. It's been good, this week, hasn't it? Like a lovely night down the pub. Remember to come back tomorrow as Guest Diary gets the final round in!
Wednesday 3 June
The good news? Grimsby Town remain very much an option for Peter Sweeney. The bad news? Peter Sweeney very much has other options. Perhaps the most effective of all Mike Newell's loan signings last season, the 24-year-old midfielder has a year to run on his contract with plucky Leeds but expects to leave the brave Elland Road underdogs next week and, judging by his comments in the Yorkshire Evening Post today, has more than one Iron in the fire. "I've spoken to Mike Newell a couple of times and he's told me Grimsby are interested in taking me. I won't be ruling that move out, but I have to wait to see what options my agent gives me. But Grimsby is one I'm certainly looking to go to," said Sweeney, drumming his fingers and glancing anxiously at his mobile. Get yer trahsers on and come to Blundell Park!
Uninspiring pre-season friendlies against nearby clubs alert, woo woo, uninspiring pre-season friendlies against nearby clubs alert. The Mariners will face Doncaster at home on Tuesday 28 July, while Humberside Police will be pencilling in Monday 20 July for babysitting duties when Scunthorpe are likely to visit BP in the Lincolnshire Senior Cup and a few dozen thick-browed mouth-breathers on each side convince themselves that violence would be the ideal way to settle their differences if they actually had any. Town's superb new official website interestingly points out that the county trophy has been won 36 times by Grimsby since it began in 1884, while the Irons have claimed it 15 times and Lincoln 37 the other 32 titles presumably having been whisked surreptitiously into the Boston history books by Steve Evans when everyone was looking the other way.
Thankyou so much, readers, for your emails this week if it stays like this all summer we'll fill the Diary easily without recourse to Jason Crowe, let alone Nick Colgan. Tomorrow, following Martin Wilson's narrowboat to Stoke and David Elvidge's Lambretta to Derby, we'll return to the subject of interesting ways you've travelled to see the Mariners, but for now Jeremy Baily has a word of explanation for the Diary after my recent anxieties about the colour of the canal in Kidsgrove. Oh, do keep up. "Brindley built one of the Harecastle tunnels in 1777 and then Thomas Telford built one in 1827," explains Jeremy. "They are both in Kidsgrove. If you had been sat there stagnant for over 180 years you'd be a funny colour too!" Funny you should say that there were times last season at Blundell Park when that's exactly how I felt.
Earlier this week, you might recall, we asked for suggestions to fill the itinerary of former CA contributor Andy Holt on his forthcoming visit to the UK; specifically, Andy will have a day free en route from Coventry to Derby. Unfortunately for Andy who concluded, after guzzling vast quantities of nasty supermarket booze as a frail teenager and then spewing up, that he must be allergic to beer most of your suggestions involve alcohol. Ian Jackson "was going to suggest the National Brewing Museum, Burton on Trent, but it looks as if it has closed. Otherwise I'm suggesting it would be worth a visit to any British real ale pub between Coventry and Derby before they all close down. It'll make a change from Speights, Tui and Monteith's." I'm assuming those are something to do with the antipodes, where Andy and Mrs Andy now live, but for all I know we could be talking about the firm of solicitors handling the sale of New Zealand to a Middle Eastern oil tycoon who wants them to field a team in the Premier League.
With a name like Loughborough Mariner you'd expect Loughborough Mariner to be quite good on things to do between Coventry and Derby, because if I lived in Loughborough then I'd spend as much time as possible elsewhere. "If the weather's nice and Mr Holt doesn't want to be cooped up indoors," offers LM, "then I can recommend a walk in Bradgate Park and a spot of lunch at the Wheatsheaf in Woodhouse Eaves. The pub has some decent real ales on (anywhere with Timothy Taylor's Landlord on tap is alright in my book) and the Woodhouse Smokies are divine!" The Diary is with you all the way on Landlord, Loughborough; if only Andy would see the light. Our final hope rests with Jeremy Baily again: "May I suggest a visit to the National Memorial Arboretum (just off the A38), a sobering place which as the grounds mature is improving as a pleasant wander around joint, especially if you like remembering our history and war dead." Sobering, eh? Now that sounds just the ticket.
Tuesday 2 June
"Grants available for people without jobs" is a new subject line that's popped up in the Diary's spam folder recently. And how fitting that is. Certainly, there's a degree of thumb-twiddling called for from anyone who tries to write about football over the summer but the Grimsby Telegraph must be heartily congratulated today on taking to a new level the search to create news out of minor events in the careers of FORMER Grimsby Town players. After recent articles beginning "FORMER Grimsby Town striker Jamie Forrester" and "FORMER Grimsby Town midfielder James Hunt", the local rag has bagged a brace today with "FORMER Grimsby Town defender Jason Crowe" and, in a feat of barrel scraping that is nothing short of astonishing, ""FORMER Grimsby Town loan keeper Nick Colgan". In filling column inches with news that Sunderland have released a player who made no appearances for Town's first team during a brief spell at Blundell Park A DECADE AND A HALF AGO, the Telegraph has truly raised the bar for us all.
It's not that today is even as eventless, from a GTFC perspective, as your average day in June, as the world's most inoffensive midfielder, Danny Boshell, has signed a new contract with the Mariners. After briefly claiming that the player's new deal was just one year in length, and then being corrected by the Telegraph, Town's superb new official website confirms that Bosh's contract will keep him with the Mariners until 2011, without, this time, apologising profusely for the error. Curiously, Danny is pictured on the SNOS clasping hands with Town's accounts manager Steve Wraith, who has presumably either been given responsibility for contract negotiations while Messrs Re-Newell and Stein leg it up and down the country checking out alternatives to Peter Sweeney, or is just shaking on a bet that Bosh won't start more than ten games next season.
After spending at least 20 minutes, meanwhile, without issuing a poorly phrased official GTFC statement about a throwaway comment on a web forum posted in Canada at 4am and read by approximately 13 people, John Fenty (Con) has dashed back into the limelight today with a chirpy and really quite nice rallying cry thing on the SNOS and a poignant plea for help in the Telewag. At first glance the Diary thought Town's Tory chairman was offering supporters a say in the running of the club "If there are people out there who are interested in helping us and working with us, let's have a conversation" but closer reading reveals that it's another appeal for new blood in the boardroom; in other words, only the rich need apply. Now I wouldn't dream of criticising the job JF(C) has done overall, of course, but given the job that the moneyed classes have done in running the global economy recently, perhaps now is not the best of moments to insist that GTFC remains a plutocracy.
"Whilst perusing all the leaflets that came with my season ticket renewal on Saturday," writes Loughborough Mariner in an email to the Diary, "I noticed that the club has replaced last year's Sponsor-a-Goal scheme with the new fangled Count-a-Point scheme, which boldly states that 'by taking part in this scheme you will be sponsoring all points that are earned in both league and cup games during the 2009-10 season.' Err, points in cup games? Have the FA Cup, League Cup and tin-pot paint trophy gone the same way as the European Cup and changed their format so that there will now be a league stage? I must have missed it when that was announced!" The Diary's season ticket renewal forms still haven't turned up in the post, Loughborough, so I can't yet comment with any great authority (no change there, then), but perhaps the 'points' in cup games referred to are just, for the purposes of the sponsorship scheme, notional, imaginary points much like the points Town fans have dreamed of for most of the past decade.
On the subject of interesting means of travel to away games, Martin Wilson has been in touch. "I didn't travel to an away game on a Lambretta but did go by narrowboat once," he explains. "Well, not all the way my brother-in-law has a narrowboat and lives near Stoke. His narrowboat was moored a few miles south and we met up with him and travelled on the morning of our game with Stoke on 19 November 1994. We moored up a short walk from Stoke's old ground and walked to the match, taking my nephew for his first look at the Mighty Mariners. Needless to say, that was his last look also, as we were thumped 3-0. The only other point of note that day was I remember we were huddled round the radio that evening, to hear the very first lottery draw. There was not much else to do on a narrowboat." Strangely enough, the Diary got off a train at Kidsgrove, near Stoke, last Saturday and was amazed by the bright orange-brown colour of the adjacent canal. Does anyone know whether it's supposed to look like that? Not that I spend half my life worrying about the colour of canal water there just wasn't much else to do in Kidsgrove.
So Lambretta, narrowboat... if you've travelled to a Town match in a similarly unusual way, the Diary would love to hear about it, even if asking makes me feel uncomfortably like Alan Partridge appealing for calls during his early morning slot on Radio Norwich, so email diary@codalmighty.com and tell us. And in tomorrow's Diary we'll look at your many suggestions for Andy Holt's itinerary as he travels between Coventry and Derby!
Monday 1 June
You've all seen The Damned United by now, right? In which the almighty Brian Clough is forced to kneel and beg Peter Taylor to come back and work with him again in a touching, funny and really quite homoerotic scene towards the end of the film? The popularity of this fictionalised account of Clough's career, in both its recent film version and David Peace's novel The Damned Utd, has reminded us all of the importance of the assistant manager and Brian Stein seems positioned as the Taylor to Mike Newell's Clough in today's Grimsby Telegraph. Ten years or so Newell's senior, Stein aims to revisit the huge success achieved by the duo at Luton, and the Town boss can be found bigging up his number two in the local paper as we speak. "He's also not one of those people that will just agree with everything that I say, which is important. There is no middle ground with him. It's either 'yes, you're right' or 'no, you can't do that' and that's good for me as the manager," says our Mike. "You are a bloody disgrace! Hey, Baz! For missing the target from there you want bloody shooting!"
Pointless football website Teamtalk, meanwhile, has finally cottoned on to Stein's appointment as Newell's number two. This, you will doubtless recall, was announced by Grimsby Town Football Club at 7:42am on Saturday 9 May three weeks, two days, three hours and 53 minutes before Teamtalk caught up and its story finally appeared, like one of those emails which mysteriously circle in the ether for ages and ages and then you finally get them and read them and have a really gormless look on your face for a few seconds as you stare at the text in absolute perplexity before you realise it's from ages and ages ago. A gentle round of applause for Teamtalk, please, readers.
The Diary, as you know, seeks to be constructively critical of Town's PR and communications staff, offering gently humorous and affectionate commentary on all their many monumental fuck-ups in the hope that those responsible might acknowledge the room for improvement and resolve to really earn the wages that the supporters pay them. With their latest mistake, however sending out season ticket renewal forms which don't actually give the date on which season tickets finally become available those self-same comms staff have held their hands up and admitted their fault, and so it is unnecessary for the Diary to add further comment. This didn't stop Paddy Grant emailing, though, to remark that "either a serious criminal incident occurred today at BP or with no news in the pipeline the OS has gone into hyperbole overdrive". Nice to see the comms team accepting responsibility, anyway. They've even gone to the trouble of translating one page of the superb new official website into English from the original version's ("Guarantees you a place at every league match in the area of Matchday Prices the ground of your choice") gibberish. Keep it up, folks!
Next there's an email from David Elvidge, who offers greetings "from sunny Huny (i.e. Hunstanton)". David emails on the subject of, funnily enough, The Damned United: "Saw it last night at King's Lynn Arts Centre and thought it was damned good (geddit?). Only reason for mentioning it is that it brought back memories of a trip from Grimsby to the Baseball Ground at Derby on a Lambretta scooter." Crumbs! "An appropriate opportunity to thank the Diary for its daily reports throughout the traumatic season just ended. Well done," adds David. Not at all thanks for reading! Have any other Diary readers travelled to away games on a Lambretta? Email diary@codalmighty.com and tell us!
Lastly today, former Cod Almighty contributor Andy 'Statman' Holt, now resident in sunny Christchurch, New Zealand, is back in the UK later this month and has a small gap in his busy schedule. "Where's good to visit if we're leaving Coventry mid-morning and getting Derby by 4pm?" he wonders. I reckon Leicester's awesome National Space Centre but drop an email the Diary's way if you have any other suggestions. Cheers!
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