Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 30 December 2017

Division 4

Grimsby Town 0

Accrington Stanley 3 Kee (55 pen), McConville (61), Jackson (77)

Attendance: 4188 (79 away fans)

When it came to the crunch, the ladies who lunch and the men who munch picked Luke Summerfield from the bunch on a hunch as the pick of the flops.

There is no-one quite like Grandma and I know you will agree that many Town players were far away from being worthy: no-one.

"Maybe I should've made a few more changes today and maybe that was an issue but I don't think we should be looking at excuses."

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Sometimes you just have to accept the reality of life: that clubs such as Accrington, with their wealthy backer, huge support and long history of success, can simply accumulate better players and superior management by using their financial muscle in the market. How can Town compete with clubs that sometimes get over 1,200 people paying to watch them play every two weeks?

You just have to feel so sorry for Russell Slade; he's doing a magnificent job in those trying circumstances. And he's building for the future too with all those lean and hungry youngsters in the match-day squad.

Still, at least we can hold our heads high at the purity of the football, the hope for the future and sheer joy these monochrome heroes bring to us.

What pitiful piffle.

If they would just drop the scallywag act, they'd have our very best wishes for the rest of the season. The perpetual plunging to waste time was embarrassing to watch, for they did it so obviously and poorly, unlike the rest of their cunning plans.

Organised, disciplined, and above all they had an idea what to do with the ball. You know what that was? To try and score a goal. Radical, eh. Wingers who winged, strikers who struck, midfielders who played football in the middle of the field. Defenders who defended. Basic, professional and effective.

No worse than Colchester or Swindon in attack, but far better than them in defence, these Stanleymen have a core of adequacy, individually and collectively, which could send them into the play-offs with a favourable wind, mild weather and the avoidance of groin strains.

They weren't scary, simply better than the striped nonsense and nittery.

Some of the lads said they won't be back next week.

Mr D Drysdale (Lincs)

The pastel peeper was prone to punish unpushes and be blind to the bloomin' obvious sneezes and wheezes. This day tripper took the easy way out and his only saving grace was that he decided not to add on the 23 minutes of extra time for the Accrington Actors School production of Ring-a-ring-a-roses. I'm looking at the number 5.555.

Big punts and little shunts lead to grunts and groaning. As darkness fell, the redsters gel and Town are macaroni.

In a word: baloney