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Saturday 15 August 2015

Conference Premier

Grimsby Town 4 Amond (3, 25), Bogle (7 pen), Clay (89)

Bromley 1 Davies (40)

Attendance: 4731

The champagne socialites, impressed by bustling hustles, popped their corks for the hustling bustler in Town's middle.

Bogle boggled many muddled minds, Amond tickled some fancies and Arnold was simply superb for the first half, but was ephemeral and peripheral post tea time. For the consistency of his Victoria sponge cake, it’s Mr Josh Gowling, master baker. When he had to do something he did it, because no-one else did.

"I do think there's a lot more to come from us still. I'm not saying that's a case of gelling and things like that I just think we will get better given a bit more time and a bit more game hardened."

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There's a brand new talk, and it's becoming very clear, that people from good homes are talking about it this year. Oooooh, passing. Lock down the opposition and load the guns for fun, fun, fun! Town were irresistible and irrepressible, impossible to stop with one touch geometric disintegration of cannon fodder.

It was all about the first half. Arnold was magnificent, Bogle unstoppable, Amond cute and clever, forming with Monkhouse a four man delta force of high-tech, high-spec raiders. There are still weak points - East long term in the team; the lack of players, especially in midfield, and the tendency of all but Gowling to chillax when in cruise control - but This Town look capable of anything, in a good way.

And what about the Bromley contingent? Made to look pretty vacant. A bunch of big blokes who slowdive for set pieces. They weren't bad, Town just made them look extremely ordinary and out of their depth.

Goldberg was slightly irritating like an over eager puppy keen to do tricks and the rest, well, weren't awful, just not capable of dealing with a firestorm of fun-filled free flowing football. They didn't give in and weren't crushed and humiliated, so maybe they're just an ordinary Bananarama team, bobbing somewhere between the middlers and muddlers.

It's a cosmic, not comic, bliss out in the Grimsby grumbleland

Mr Richard Wigglesworth

When the head stops a-giggling and the finger starts a-wiggling, that's Richard Wigglesworth. Apart from a decidedly dodgy but delightful penalty, he gave Town nothing. The dark destroyer probably felt mighty sorry for the hapless and hopeless day-trippers. Double points for playing his joker on his Bogle blunder: 5.399

They came, were sawed in half in a half, and totally conquered.

In a word: nirvana