Cod Almighty | Match Stats
Tuesday 23 November 2021
Conference Premier
Solihull Moors 2 Rooney (7), Sbarra (68)
Grimsby Town 0
Attendance: 1772 (673 away fans)
Yep, they made their keeper the man of the match, just to troll us.
Hunt was busy and persistent and the Pearfall combo creaked but didn't crumble, but not being as bad as others doesn't butter enough parsnips this side of Christmas. Or that side of Christmas either.
Oh lucky man! Knowledge hangs around his neck like pearls instead of chains, what a lucky fans we are:
"When things are bobbling around we need that bit of instinct and some luck. You can't rely on luck."
Nice Neil was dead chuffed at how easy it was to stuff turkeys:
"From our point of view, that was brilliant. They are no mugs, they're a strong team but we nullified them"
Meet the new Hurst, same as the old Hurst.
Town, individually, collectively, blended into the surroundings perfectly. Bleak, featureless and forgettable; simple scaffolding covered with tarpaulin that is superficially sound but flimsy to the touch. The concrete and the clay beneath our feet soon crumbled, I cannot lie.
Fox and Sousa had shockers, with even Crookes withering in the West Midlands. Little Harry was tepid, Bell had a couple of good tracks but Town were beautifully shot down.
Miserable in every respect. We've been rumbled as one-trick ponies now everyone follows the Wealdstone Method to slimming down Town.
This fish had no soul in Solihull.
Well, they were individually and collectively competent. That's all, and that's all they needed to be.
Their strikers moved more and more quickly. Their midfield glided more and more quickly. Their defence? They had a centre-forward at centre-back. No trouble, no worries, no problems, no surprises.
These soul boys are play-off skirters, good enough to have a fancy for bit of a do, but not good enough to go up. What are they? Competent.
Not happy, not clappy and getting snappy.
Mr S Simpson
The man with the whistle was a man who whistled at strange and unusual times, but favoured neither foulers nor fishes. He was distinctly average, so take the number of cousins on you mum's side of the family, add your shoe size then divide by the total of shots saved by James McKeown since February 4th: 6.876
Silent, soulless and goalless.
In a word: shrinking
Solihull Moors: Boot, Clarke, Maynard, Howe (McNally 20), Cranston, Barnett, Ball, Maycock, Boyes, Dallas (Sbarra 59). Rooney
Subs not used: Osborne, Newton, Donawa
Booked: Ball, Maynard
Town: McKeown, Efete, Waterfall, Pearson, Crookes, Clifton, Fox, Hunt, Sousa (McAtee 60), Bell (Bapaga 69), Taylor
Subs not used: Revan, Towler, Coke
Booked: Hunt, Clifton, Crookes, Pearson