Day 14

I swore when I entered the office this morning. Prat, a semi-professional Spanish club, offered Couñago a contract. They're in the Spanish Third Division Group 5, apparently, which appears to be a lower level than Lincoln play at. But he's Spanish, and I'm worried he'll sign for Prat instead of Lincoln.

It will be a huge blow if we miss out on this signing. He's good enough for League 1—two divisions above us. He's likely to dominate most Blue Square Bet Premier (I'm this close to calling it Conference National) defences.

I had a lot of time to stew on the problem, as that was the only thing that happened today. I tried staring at the wall, building towers of cards, and playing pranks on the other staff to pass the time. I even imagined a strange world where days could roll into each other and I could fly through weeks in mere hours.

Instead of this wonderful fantasy world, I'm facing nineteen more days before the league season begins. I'm sure that some of those days will be fascinating, others hectic, but most are likely to be just like today.

Sometimes the life of a football manager is rather less than glamorous. In fact, it's damn right dull.