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Saturday 16 September 2017

Division 4

Grimsby Town 2 Collins (8), Vernon (71)

Yeovil Town 1 Zoko (21)

Attendance: 3945 (60 away fans)

Three independent scientific studies were commissioned, with peer group reviews and all. Numbers were crunched and still no-one knows why the plonk-plinkers chose Paul Dixon.

James Berrett. There, I said it. Bet you thought that would never happen. If only Summerfield hadn't missed the ball you'd have got a double whammy of wackiness.

"I was a little disappointed that we didn't punish them. We weren't ruthless enough in those opening 25 minutes. We had opportunities to put the game to bed."

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"Sometimes away from home you have to find a way to win ugly because there will be some sustained pressure in front of their supporters which you have to handle, but I don't think we did that well."

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With nothing to beat Town magnificently triumphed against all odds to eventually noodle a couple of headed goals against some dead tree trunks surrounded by an ornamental shrubbery.

Dixon was terminally incapable of passing the football to someone wearing the same coat. Summerfield made one error, and thus calamity followed. Town were fine for quarter of an hour and pretty mundane for the rest of the game, with Jones and Dembele, in particular, strangely subdued presences. The persistence of memory saw Town through, for chucking balls into the box was all it took.

Hey, no reason to get excited. There are many here among us who feel that this Town is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that before, this may not be our fate if there's another Yeovil out there.

There's always hope.

Frailty, thy name is Yeovil.

Will be vying with Fruits of the Forest and Cheatenham for West Country woe. They were just feeble. Give 'em space and time and they looked nice, but they cowered when nasty boys stood near them, especially in defence.

Defence? What defence? Apart for Bevis, who buttered Dembele's toast, they were broken blinds hanging limply in the window. Word up, all you have to do to have some fun is put the ball in the air 'cos they don't take care. Glide by these Gloverpeople as they stand and look and stare. How did Luton only score eight? Unspecial K was simply a five-a-side keeper, a blocker-stopper, a man frizzled and frazzled by lights in the sky.

Mugabi had Dembele for tea, Zoko scored a cracker and Otis Khan gave them a lift with his puppy doggedness. The rest of them were waiting to be loaned out to Torquay.

Yeovil. To be relegated, sooner rather than later.

Holding back the tears of joy, thinking of the fear we've had so long.

Mr G Horwood (Beds)

The despicable G was terribly deficient in his lack of incompetence. Some cannot be happy with a man whose taste does not in every point coincide with their own, but one must give oneself time to deliberate and judge. The man totally ruined the game through persistent sense and sensibility: 7.777. You have a number where actions have spoken so plainly.

Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom. Well, Scott Vernon, goodness gracious me.

In a word: enough