Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Monday 28 March 2016

Conference Premier

Macclesfield Town 2 Sampson (26), Styche (68)

Grimsby Town 1 Nolan (58)

Attendance: 2326 (982 away fans)

Nathan Arnold, despite not being able to shoot. He had the oomph today, whereas others simply had the hump for having to stand in a showery field in Cheshire.

''It shouldn't take words at half time to get a reaction but I won't be the first manager to have to do that and the second half was much better.

''We got ourselves level and there only looked like one team winning it really, but I'm very unhappy with a decision from the linesmen because I'm not sure what he's actually doing for their goal."

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What a shower in the showers. It was all a little beneath our Bananarama royalty to run around near these average bluesmen. It must be so difficult to motivate yourself to play football against the little people. And that is exactly why Hurst's Continuity Town continue to succeed in avoiding promotion.

Arnold tried very hard, all the way through, but can't shoot. Nolan played football, while Amond and Bogle were just getting cold in the first half watching farcical flailing behind them. Rusty Robertson needs another can of WD40 and Toto's on-board computer needs some defragmenting. Feetov Clay was an extra body in Macclesfield's midfield, threading some beautiful passes through the Town lines. He really made them tick for the 37 minutes he was on the pitch. We were surprised when the Macc manager took him off.

When Town finally played with any intensity the Macc Lads became mid-table flip-floppers. It was another game where a loss was contrived.

Macclesfield, Guiseley, Halifax, Gateshead. They look the same, they play the same, they are the same repeated bad Town dream. Sure, sure, the Macc Lads are good enough footballers to be perfectly decent if left alone, but they collapsed when stronger, fitter, better footballers stood near them. Macclesfield won because of Town's failings, and sloppy shooting.

And Styche is still a useless, irritating git, like a Richard Brodie tribute act.

Into the gale, over the snowy hilltops, through the leaking roads near Leek. We made the effort…

Mr S Rushton (Staffs)

Perhaps he should have worn a hat to keep the rain and wind out of his eyes. Decision-making was guesswork, with yellow cards wafting towards arbitrary players at arbitrary times. He was better than his linesmen though. If only he'd done the right thing and abandoned the game because only three of the floodlights were working, he would have got more than 5.222.

Limp lettuce in a bad kebab.

In a word: acrid