Cod Almighty | Diary

Could it be magic?

28 April 2025

So two thousand Townites supped from spoons of varying lengths and in the end it's all so confusing yet so crystal clear: Town could end up sixth, they could end up tenth. It could all end on Saturday afternoon or it could be another amuse bouche for some more crazy, crazy nights. It could be magic but, whatever, it definitely won't be tragic.

Shall we go through the permutations, the ifs and buts, the hopes and the fears that might bring tears? Your Deviant Diarist could be wrong, he could be right, for the cost maybe so high, the gain so low. Should we be careful what we wish for? Is promotion a poisoned chalice? There's only one way to discover: you have to sip from the chalice to find out what's in it.

I've got it! I've got it! The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true! And then Town go up, right?

Right. But there's been a change: Saturday's stalemate broke the chalice from the palace and replaced it with a flagon with the figure of a dragon.

But did Town put the pellet with the poison in the vessel with the pestle?

No, Greeny hit the post! The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon! The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true! Right? Right, Town have to win to get in the play offs.

Just remember that.

Everything else is irrelevant.

Perhaps they are relevant or perhaps they are, like Town’s contractual obligation on Saturday, irrelevant. You can draw your own conclusions about the bits and pieces of old news we haven't bothered to tell you about. Seb Auton was up for a national award as League Two apprentice of the year and the Denver Boot was rewarded with a place in the League Two team of the year. And don't forget that tonight you can pay a fiver for a drink and watch the Player of the Year awards on TV from the floor below and, err, that's it.

There's nothing we can do about it, so chill out, soak up the sun and do not worry about Saturday, for Saturday will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.