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Saturday 10 November 2018

FA Cup (R1)

Grimsby Town 3 Embleton (50), Thomas (61), Vernam (73)

1 A N Other (23)

Attendance: 1991

The corporate chompers have fallen for the Wearside waif who strayed south: Elliot Embleton jinked and jived into the heart of the lounging sponsors in the sponsors' lounge.

I know this may sound strange, but at the back there was a change and there's one thing I gotta say: hats off to Harry Davis.

"We feel we're definitely improving, but we realise there's still a long way for us to go. Not taking chances has been a reoccurring [sic] theme and we are conscious of that. We've been trying to increase the number of balls that we put into the box, and passes into the box, and getting more of our players in there."

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There are no independent or ethically acceptable reports of words being spoken, but he took his hat off to Town. Literally.

Town attacked. Town scored. Town kept scoring. I'm confused, this isn't how life's meant to be.

As always Town did rely on the kindness of strangers and a moment of Maccanificence, but these were fewer and farther between than normal. It wasn't so much the standard of the football that floored the Fakers from Franchiseland as the mental resilience and collective will.

What a hoot.

General buzziness and persistence brought joy to the world and one in the eye for the evil empire. Resistance is not futile after all.

Titfer tat.

The first round of the cup when everyone came in funny disguises.

Mr C Boyeson (E Yorks)

What a terrible, terrible performance. The North Bank nit failed to provide us with any harrumphs as Town triumphed. The only egregious error was from the linesman, with a persistent undercurrent of seething reserved for his permissive attitude to throwing most foul.

A shockingly adequate performance: 7.094.

One dream, on a roll, three shots on goal. It's kinda…

In a word: magic