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Saturday 24 October 2015

FA Cup (Q4)

Harrogate Town 1 Daniels (14)

Grimsby Town 4 Amond (34, 71), Bogle (59), Arnold (60)

Attendance: 1920

Simply for being the only run-around blue in the first half-hour of ambling, shambling and shuffling.

"In the end, it was a comfortable victory for us and we're pleased to have made it through to the next round."

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Now listen people to what I'm telling you, there wasn't much running from the stuttering blues in the first half. A bit of a shower, with the right side a messy fruit crumble and Toto having one of his batty days. Too many punts. Perhaps they were distracted by the circling red kites.

Now, when they remembered to keep the football on the floor we really did have a story of the blues. Just don't let Omar take another penalty, they're rubbish. Geoffrey Boycott's Auntie Jean could save 'em.

East was prominent, but superficial. He took the Monkhouse mantle as the bloke who heads it, but kept vacating his position to mark Amond out of the game. The bearded blocker just got in the way by crowding out the centre. Not a successful experiment. East and Tait were a weak pairing in that combination. DNR.

In the end enough was enough.

Under Simon Weaver they're eager beavers.

Do you remember when Town played Guiseley this time last year? It was just a matter of time when Town roused themselves and won. The Harrogutters are like Guiseley but bigger and brasher, more likely to score, but more likely to concede. Daniels was interestingly slippery but the rest receded into a great big amorphous blurred custard of blokes barging.

Compared to the teams who have come up from the Bananarama North, they had the aura of the one to beat to get in the play-offs.

Too many teacakes spoiled the wrath. A very genteel afternoon of cucumber-based gossip.

Mr S Bennett (Staffs)

Dangerously lenient with lower-league lunges, he made up for his Sincil Bank sins with the penalty box plunges. His linesmen were useless, accidentally making correct decisions now and again, but can we blame a workman for his tools? Here's a number: 7.333. Do with it what you will, but it won't win the lottery.

Long in grass and long of balls, short in pitch and short of style: for these be ingredients of the cauldron.

In a word: scruffy