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Tuesday 17 March 2026

Division 4

Grimsby Town 1 Kabia (90+6)

Fleetwood Town 0

Attendance: 5,463 (57 away fans)

Discombobulated by the manic finale the confused corporate chompers and chewers followed the tannoyman down a rabbit hole and came up with the man who doesn't bite and he doesn't squeal and just runs around on his hamster wheel: Harvey the Wonder Hamster.

Staunton's crossing and set pieces were rather sumptuous and Town's only really consistent and coherent attacking threat, whilst Turi was chuggingly decent, but the laurel leaves are strewn before the quietly effective flying Scotsman.

The lugubrious stick of Gibraltan Rock led with his chin, verbal fists whirling:

"If it were a boxing match it would have been stopped with a standing count after 10 minutes… delivered a knock punch at the end."

But a slap in the chops is best served cold, especially for the faint of heart who did depart before the delicious denouement:

"I didn't lose belief…I'm delighted we scored in the last minute so anybody who buggered off home didn't see it."

Nurr-nurr-ni-nurr.

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Some bloke says words, shoulders shrug:

"Defensively really pleased…when we connected with them first two passes you saw the game die and we had some control…We should have come away with a point tonight."

There really is no need to talk nonsense lad.

"We want to be Grimsby."

Honestly? For Fleetwood, that'd be a first.

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Town found virtually every way possible to avoid scoring against feeble Weebles that wobbled from the off. We really should have stuck five past that lot. But at least they stuck one in.

You want us to be promoted? Where are the goals coming from? How? What is our method to break down the dire and the desperate? Two flimsy flankers, a rusting tank and hoping something turns up after a McJannet long plop? Well, yes, that's it.

The base of the cake is strong, we just have a problem with our icing.

Incapable and incompetent, an utterly wretched shambles. Not one of them could control the ball or pass the ball and topped off with a keeper who couldn't catch the ball. Town really should have had a ball.

Wishy-washy washed-up wasters who are fighting Cheltenham for the title of worst team seen on our pitch, whether brown or green. They got what they deserved – misery.

Awful. Don't deserve League status. Don't deserve any more thought.

Patience rewards those who wait (in their seats).

Mr W Cartmel

A complete inability to see wishy-washy hands waving the ball away and an indulgence of Fleeting falls cannot be overlooked by the gentle folk of Great Grimsby. We have standards, and this peepster is a pretty standard whistler for the doldrums division of despair: 6.001

Town endeavoured to persevere.

In a word: kismet