Cod Almighty | Diary

Bloody hell! Bloody hell! Bloody hell!

7 June 2022

We did it! We actually went and did it! Every diary should start with that. At least till we've calmed down a bit!

I can't say I have much to add to everything that has been written in the last 48 hours. Nothing profound, nothing insightful. I was rubbish last week, my brain failing to focus on anything much. Since Sunday I've been ten times worse. I've pored over every new photo and read hundreds if not thousands of posts on social media. I sat down yesterday afternoon to watch the coverage from start to finish. It took ages, so many bits to rewind and watch again more closely. Over and over again. Messages have been flying between friends and family. How are we expected to get anything done? We could have done with a proper Monday bank holiday yesterday, just to recover.

We battled for that win. The fitness and belief in that team? There are no words that do them justice. The fans played their part too. It was startling that there was so much chanting and just about all of it Town. Moors' fans cheered and jeered a bit but nothing that compared.

A couple of thoughts. I really hope the players and all those at the club really do stop and take in as much of this as they can. The career of a professional footballer is relatively short and these moments don't come along very often. That goes for fans too. Let's enjoy these good times. Much as I am eager to pore over the fixtures for the new season, for now I'm just happy to push them to the back of my mind and wallow in this glow. You must do the same Mariners fans, you deserve it. If you're lucky enough to be close enough, get yourself to the open-top bus tour for one final thank you to our team.

If you're one of the, admittedly tiny, number who "still don't like Hurst", for once in your lives please read the room and just keep it to yourself, at least for the next few weeks. UTM!