Cod Almighty | Match Stats
Saturday 8 February 2020
Bradford City 1 Novak (80)
Grimsby Town 1 Hendrie (90+2)
Attendance: 17668 (2545 away fans)
It was all about the base attributes of football – running around and tackling. Glennon was excellent for 75 minutes – it's amazing what competition for a place does – but rather crumpled in the last quarter. Benson ticked well and Whitehouse looked like a footballer (one-footed). But this season's Alan Pouton, now that The Hess has been removed from history, is our own Desperate Dan
The Pied Piper is still whistling a happy tune, for he's half barmy, and so's his army:
"We’re a handful, and if they want to get promoted, I'm looking at them and us, who's to say which one should get promoted?"
The returning prodigal son was honest, accurate, if professionally trite:
"From our point of view, we couldn't ask for any more in endeavour, togetherness, desire and determination.
But we just lacked a bit of quality in certain areas today."
Everything turned out all right in the end.
The first half was a sumo wrestling match, rather than football. But Town didn't crumble. And in the second half there were hints of beauty on the break. If only they'd stop dreaming of the end of season montage and just shoot.
Glennon acted like a full-back, not just a general footballer, which was nice. Waterfall was woeful in the first half, but literally got to grips with Donaldson in the second. And that was nice too. So let's put that down to Dave Moore forgetting to oil his hinges before the game.
They competed, they battled, they didn't give up and they stepped up their efforts after concession. Jolly good, which is far better than Jolley's version of good.
Ah well, this work is in progress, we can bring this asset forward for next year and dump the debt of despair.
Strangely tepid for half the game, satisfyingly inept at shooting throughout the game.
They still play like they think they are better than they are, for they lacked any pace and guile. Mottley-Henry perked them up, though. At the start of the season all they lacked was organisation; they seem to have jettisoned everything but organisation as they ground through this division of dread.
On this showing they are a team destined to be fighting off Forest Green for 10th. It's all about the attitude, just like it was at the start of the season. It's up to them.
Curiously infected with the homester blues until roused by impending doom.
Mr S Martin
Well, he wasn't a dirty rotten scoundrel or a jerk after all, just someone who blew his whistle now and again. The bounder was perfectly all right, despite his rubbish linesmen. It isn't a leap of faith to give him 7.979.
A game of one half where Town won a draw.
In a word: bounce
Bradford City: O'Donnell; Henley, O'Connor, Richards-Everton, Wood; Connolly (Mottley-Henry 76), Cooke, Reeves, Pritchard (Akpan 85); Novak, Donaldson (Guthrie 71)
Subs not used: McGee, O'Connor, McCartan, Middleton
Town: McKeown; Glennon, Pollock, Waterfall, Hendrie; Whitehouse (Green 85), Benson, Clifton (Grandin 63); Vernam, Hanson, Clarke (Tilley 75)
Subs not used: Russell, Garmston, Öhman, Hewitt