Teenage Kicks

One of these days they should give a man of the match award to Paul Wilson. Three points yesterday was another very solid step along the road to you know what (the ‘P’ word I wouldn’t want to use for fear of bringing down some sort of curse upon us). Even against Shrewsbury it was not a bad performance. I really thought when we scored that I could hear the tell tale creaking of floodgates about to open but in the end it did not happen. But played well enough at times I thought and you could not fault the finish for their goal. I for one was happy to see Rodgers go off when he was substituted.

Another Saturday passed and we’re into October already. It’ll soon be Christmas. Looking at the table I ask myself what we are to make of the season so far. Well thanks be to God we’re not top of Division Three. Every year in some division or other some unfashionable team makes an explicably good start but everyone knows they’ll soon fade. No team can top their division from the word Go. To paraphrase the old cliché (and frankly I haven’t got any new clichés) it’s the football equivalent of sprinting the first few hundred yards of the London Marathon and then turning round and shouting ‘come on you fat sod’ to Haile Salassie. Oh no. Your cagey teams are poised in mid table, keeping their powder dry but building week by week in confidence. Doing just enough to stay ahead of Hull without going crazy. Speaking of which I’ve just sent the BBC drama department some ideas for a new series. Set in a northern location it will not be one for the squeamish, with blood and guts, horrific injuries and the regular sight of desperate resuscitation attempts. I’ve given it a working title of Molby City.

I noticed last Saturday that the ball boys now have new sponsors in the form of Scunthorpe’s finest hostelry the Honest Lawyer. I have always thought our ball boys and girls were an idle useless lot to be frank. Most of them wouldn’t get off their arses if fifty-pound notes were blowing past. Perhaps this link up with the Lawyer explains it all. So well done to landlord Alan Edgar for providing the sponsorship, but come on Alan, try and keep them off the ale until after the match in future.

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