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Saturday 21 March 2009

Division 4

Grimsby Town 3 Akpa Akpro (33), Hegarty (58), Conlon (90+2)

Gillingham 0

Attendance: 6406

But who wasn't acemer? Boom-boom shaboom, shake da room. Town's hungry, hungry hippo is the right man for the right time. Mr James Hunt ate Gillymen for supper. He was the platform from which Town's freedom train departed.

"It was a good all-round performance; the team gave us everything. It's been an awful season results-wise but we have been feeling for some weeks now that we are getting there, we are getting closer in terms of the squad that we want, and although the results haven't gone our way in the last few weeks, the performances have."

"I think you have to give credit to Grimsby. They were on the front foot, they had a fantastic crowd here today and if the manager had that support every week I'm sure they wouldn't be where they are at the moment."

They played in blue and they sound like moo: cow corner football is what they spread over the garden of England. They had a big man/little man combo. Sometimes they walloped right up the middle up to the big man to head for the little man to scurry after. Sometimes they passed the ball out to the wings... for someone to wallop it up to the big man to head for little man to scurry after. They were a sedate version of Dagenham. Do they think they'll be happy giving up their friends, these semi-detached suburbanites? They were competent, confident, but limited in ambition. They play by numbers, and their number was up today. Much better than Lincoln, a little more solid but less spectacular than Chesterfield. They may have great expectations down in the Medway marshes, but they are just as average as everyone else in this division.

Someone must have brought the sausage rolls back to Town. Is that what Mr Fentycon meant by an open cheque book? Town fans were here, there and everywhere, each one believing that Town never dies, for if you watched their eyes, you'd know they cared. There was something of the raucous escape-to-victory feel of the 2002 season of Pringle and Todd. New blood, new hope, new belief: the crowd, mostly, was supporting, not observing with fretting fear.

Mr N Miller (Co Durham)
A leper never changes his pots. Nigel Miller is Nigel Miller in a Nigel Miller production. He got in the way, he went out of his way to affront the dignity of his office with one-eyed Kentish leniency. Only after Town took a two-goal lead did he start to swing both ways. He was wilfully Townphobic at times: 3.949, as he did also manage to avoid giving them a penalty too. He was all bad.

One word. Are you listening... are you listening Ben? Momentum.