Cod Almighty | Diary

3-2-1

3 February 2025

Three centre-backs, three points. Two strikers, two goals scored. One new signing and one beautiful day in Bromley. On this fine February day it's the turn of your Deviant Diary to swoop down from our ivory towers high in the sky to remind you that the data don't lie, with no goals conceded and nothing to complain about.

There's so much to pluck from the surprising Saturday supershow: square pegs in square holes, Danny Boy Rose's saucy schoolyard sorcery and the joyous scenes in Fat Andyland after he was served with a very cold dish on a plate. Yes the Bromley Banterboy was hoist by his own petty petard, caught on camera skulking off and sulking at being beaten by the team he can't bring himself to mention. The cap-wearing clown forgot to acknowledge the existence of the home support and was forced into an ever-so-bumbling apology for his apoplectic reaction to the home team's humbling.

Enough about the Incredible Sulk, let us wallow in the afterglow of Rose's blooming wonderful sedentary scissor kick. Still thinking about it? Cheeky! The quick-thinking scamp is always looking to gain an edge and he sent Fat Andy over the edge with the sort of move you try in a kickabout in the park when you're eight. Or maybe nine. What next? Keepy-uppies on the line against Carlisle? Kneeling down and nosing it in against Newport?

And finally a sensible formation for the squad we have, not the one he wants to have. Credit where credit is due, at least Downbeat Dave changed the team and changed the mood.

Valhalla, he was coming after all. It's time to mention the Magical Magyar, who has finally sailed ashore on his longboat. So far the word on the streets is that he's to be called Geezer. Or should that be Geyser, although he doesn't seem to be the sort of chap who will get hot in spring and, when under pressure, erupt. Whatever, whenever, he's tomorrow's jam, as is young Mr Burns.

Don't get excited, it's because they're short of match fitness. Neither of the newbies are needed now, they are simply summer signings in advance. It's called planning. Dave's told us, we don't panic, others do. Yeah, he wasn't referring to the fan base was he, for today the swallow is indeed proof that it is summer after all until the next rain cloud drifts across the top of the Wolds.

Let's change the mood from gladness to sadness.

Former majority shareholder in Town and a big player in the mini-market game Dudley Burton Ramsden, son of Ron, died over the weekend. Some may shrug their shoulders but it is a reminder that there was once a time, in the 60s and 70s, when good old Rammies was at the cutting edge of retail. And we all took it for granted, it was just normal. Like a lot of local life back then, we didn't know what we had till it'd gone. Dudley Ramsden's support for Town was critical to survival, but as Mark Stilton’s review of the Fenty Years recalls, he, like many, lost his Mariners mojo when sitting too close to the Fridge Magnate.

But our mojo's risin' now, just gotta keep on risin' for four more points.

Four more points!