I got a text from Wrinkly Joe this morning: Have you been following our ferric footballing friends’ latest results?
Now, you might not have been following the Iron’s exploits lately so let me just explain that they’re hovering near the top of the table. Admittedly that’s after they were dumped ignominiously out of the Championship last year, but still.
Hmm, I thought. What does this remind me of?
And then I remembered. It reminds me of every other fucking Scunthorpe season. They win the first few games and then settle into a miserable pattern of home draws and away losses, eventually winding up a couple of places clear of the relegation zone, having achieved absolutely nothing. Apart from the year before last, of course, when they managed to get promotion to the Championship (or the Second Division to old people like me).
And so I replied accordingly to Joe: Just wait. They’ll start the losing streak soon.
Joe is an incorrigible optimist. Oh ye of little faith, he answered.
Tis true. I have little faith in this rabble, but we’ll probably still go to at least one game in Glanford Park this year. I’d like another pint in the Honest Lawyer.