Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 15 February 2020

Division 4

Grimsby Town 2 Hanson (69), Benson (86)

Morecambe 1 Phillips (90+2)

Attendance: 4,704 (63 away fans)

Those of a corporate bent like the look of the boy Burnley lent to us. He's a proper gent, let's hope we can still pay the rent.

He tackles, he passes, what more could we ask for?

He passes longly, he passes shortly, about the only thing he won't do is shoot. The pinging pivot was the master of ceremonies.

The wily wanderer continues to implement his public relations strategy by dialling down the gnomic nonsense another notch. He's pleased, the players are doing things he asks them to do, his changes worked and we won. It was written in the wind:

"I don’t know if that's a bit of crafty Grimsby weather. Somebody switched it. It might have been my wife in the stands."

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The celtic grizzler lamented a lack of luck with imaginary injustices, forgetting that it's a game of two halves.

"I thought we did exceptionally well in the game, we limited Grimsby to very little in the first half. Our game plan worked."

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Isn't it relaxing to know that Town will try hard, play sensible soccer and adjust their shorts, when appropriate.

After another interesting but stodgy first half of midfield prettiness, Town added oomph and overpowered the potted Shrimps, especially when moving to 4-4-2.

If Grandin was the gin, then Benson was the tonic in Town's tick-tocking midfield of busy business. Neither gave the ball away, neither were disrobed in unsatisfying positions, Town had two beating hearts.

Shame about Waterfall's Keystone Coppery, but it all turned out nice in the end.

Passing, moving and 4-4-2. Aaah, the good old days.

Ah, they missed a trick in not giving the old dog Ellison one more run around his favourite holiday park.

Organised, neat and tidy, but ultimately overpowered. Nice to watch with their ticking and their tocking. An unreliable keeper and wantonly wayward wafting are gifts that these thoroughly pleasant visitors keep on giving.

Good luck to them, they deserve to stay up. After all, they aren't Stevenage.

Wrapped up warm and rapt by the passing glides.

Mr T Kettle

What's happened to the whistling Kettle?

A thoroughly confusing performance as he inverted expectations with an immensely sensible, professional, competent approach. There's absolutely nothing to complain about. Now that's a disgrace in itself, for what is the point of a referee if not to allow us cathartic rages?

He really failed to do his job, he was appallingly adequate: 8.888

Gusty and gutsy and whipping up a storm.

In a word: howling