Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 22 October 2016

Division 4

Grimsby Town 0

Cheltenham Town 1

The dreadfully disappointed denizens of the dinner table took solace in shaking the big hands of Zak! Mills

Who of you out there in la-la-land will complain about the perfectly competent and reliable meandering from Zak! Mills! Ah yes, none of you. Well done

Well this could be the last time, this really could be the last time we have a chance to rail against the stubbornly over-cautious shape-keeping obsessive. Well, maybe the last time, I don't know.

There’s nothing new here, just a microcosm of the bad bits from the last five years: daft formation with at least five flimsies in the front five. Too small, too feeble and too little too late.

Maybe it’s time for a change, eh?

Read last year’s report - organised, efficient, kept it tight and tried to hit on the break or at set pieces. It was just the same, except with added spoiling spivvery.

Downes. Too good. Pell. Disreputable diver. Waters. Annoying. The rest. Mouldy old doughs.

Yet again Johnson, the artless old dodger, had scammed the Shortly Departing One - and the feeble officials. Cheltenham were a boiler room of false insurance claims waiting at the bottom of Isaac’s Hill and slamming on the brakes when the road was as clear as an azure sky of deepest autumn. Sometimes crime pays as they waved us goodbye and thanked us for all the fish.

Built to last, but nothing else. How very 12th they shall be.

In the dumps with Town in the doldrums

Mr D Deadman

Another weasel! Darren Dreadful was utterly unable to contain his inner pillock, being totally overcome with a desire to drip his kindness upon strangers. He gets 3.781

Rugger-muggers put their hips together and blow away the house of straw

In a Word: Weasels