Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Tuesday 10 September 2019

League Cup (R2)

Grimsby Town 0

Macclesfield Town 0

Attendance: 3011 (44 away fans)

No idea in all the confusion. The odds are that it was either Ogbu's rubber legs or Jamie Mack's rubber gloves.

After the sun went down Moses was in bloom, but the reason we're off to That London is the big boots and big hands of James McKeown.

He’s going the full Columbo now, taking us to the very, very end before he double-dropped the "p" word. Do we find his teasing quite pleasing?

"But I’m also pleased for the people who work at the club and I’m pleased that we've helped bring another day like this for them"

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Whatever he said is behind a paywall somewhere, but St Michael was full of praise for McMahon. So he was probably very sensible and pleasant about it all.

The song remains the same: a first half of lumpen lumping and Town only roused themselves to any intensity after half time… and then Cheshire cheeses crumbled.

Gibson and Robson were flaky together, with Robson particularly struggling to adapt to grown-up football. He seemed to think it was a non-contact sport and was positionally so incoherent Gibson began flapping like a hairy bantam. Hendrie and Whitehouse were marginally more secure. Very marginally.

But a bit of pace, a bit of power, a change to 4-4-2 and Town had the Wright stuff in the end. Maximum Wright and Moses Rubber Legs tore little shreds from their threads, and the central Green was a persistent pest.

It all turned out nicely in the end…

Like a lightweight Crewe they were lovely to watch, but when Town stopped admiring their slinky slickness and silky shorts these Silkmen were rather trampled underfoot. However, they were no pushovers.

Archibold and O'Keefe were troublesome touchline tinklers while the keeper exuded excellence unbecoming of basement boy barrel-scrapers. They've wheeled and dealed well.

Admirably pure in their football, unimpressively impure in their attitude. Annoying in deploying time-wasting tactics before the watershed, they'll stay up easily if they stay solvent. And if they implode there's a fair few of these little scamps we'd benefit from nicking.

Well never mind, it was ugly but we still have the music.

Mr D Drysdale

Well, he was consistent. Dazzling Darren took umbrage at grown men tripping over daisies and tumbling under the merest hint of a zephyr. Play on, play on and play the game! Perhaps a little imbalanced in the bookings, but overall by his standards this was a good 'un: 6.666. He has been worse.

Strong men, strong nerves.

In a word: handy