Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 18 September 2010

Conference Premier

Grimsby Town 1 Connell (67)

Fleetwood Town 2 Seddon (44), Pond (59)

Attendance: 3099 (172 away fans)

He ran around and scored. He's our Obi-Wan at the moment.

Everyone always picks Connell, so in true Grimbarian contrarian style it can't be him, can it. Watt was certainly better than Garner, excelling with occasional excellence and no-one did anything more than be alright. Out of left field comes the left-back who is always left out of mentions in despatches. Lee Ridley is never going to be singled out for praise, simply because he is professionally competent. He just does his job without fuss or fury.

Gobern is weak physically and mentally, the Cornerboy isn't (yet) up to it, Garner needs a bucket of WD40 and the midfield two are identikit space fillers. They played badly, but someone, somewhere was more than poor. It's our old friend Straight Peter Bore (mark II version, with go slower stripes on his shorts). It wasn't just what he did, but what he did not do: Cod Almighty's special Borecam revealed some inappropriate loitering without intent when the Fleeties attacked. He stood still for minutes on end as red swirled around. All one can say about his performance is that he received payment for wearing the shirt. There are lines between those lines; read what you will.

"I'm obviously very disappointed."

Morecambe-lite. They look like Morecambe, they play like Morecambe, they have old Morecambe players. And we got the result we normally get against Morecambe. And Accrington-lite. They look like Accrington, they play like Accrington, they have old Accrington players. And we got the result we normally get against Accrington. Fleetwood were perfectly OK. They were organised and committed and all those other words that follow on from being organised and committed. They weren't amazing, but they weren't just biffers and bargers. Fleetwood were professionally effective. Defensively they looked capable of heading the ball but wobbled on the very few occasions Town passed the ball to each other along the ground, with some pace going towards the Fleetwood goal. Their strength was the scurrying midfield, where they had some interesting Pond life. Should reach the play-offs, for they have constructed a team of competence.

It won't be long till winter comes, now that the boos are back here again. Yes, the boos were back in Town, just when Town need our love so bad.

Mr R Wigglesworth (S Yorks)
Let's be positive and honest: he was not as bad as last week's irksome dove. He was pretty rubbish though in a general way, occasionally veering westerly, and sometime swirling in a vortex of his own. He didn't cause defeat -€“ let us be perfectly clear about that, your honour -€“ but he was guilty of love in the first degree. Annoyances? Small things from a small man. Regrets? No doubt he has a few, but like his correct decisions, too few to mention; though he can tell the time. Shall we just give him a one way ticket to the blues: 4.843.

The Fleetwood fans were a jolly lot.