Cod Almighty | Match Stats
Saturday 18 August 2018
Division 4
Grimsby Town 1 Woolford (33)
Lincoln City 1 Akinde (71 pen)
Attendance: 7201 (1809 away fans)
The corporate Coca-Cola clinkers were entranced by our feisty ferret for a feast of fantastic flings and things.
The Hess hassled and hustled, Little Harry was a perpetual motion machine, and the back four stood up to the Impish ear bashings, but The Wolfman found his feet and found the net with whirligig wandering and wheeling. Marty!
Michael Jolley takes a flattering view of the Hull ref: "He thought it was a penalty, and I’m sure that he’s an honest guy."
Danny Cowley is the man speaking truth to power: "A point flatters us"
Well, that's more like it. Town didn't win as a result of Carl Boyeson's conscious decision to make that not happen.
Hassling, hustling, shuffling and shuttling. Town were, a times, incessant in attack and staunch throughout in defence. The Impites barely got inside the Town penalty area and McKeown didn't have an adult save to make. Famewo defended finely, but we wouldn't like him to have to pass the ball too often, while Davis was a supertrooper scooting the flashing feet of Andrade into cul-de-sacs. The midfield trident was a hard-running, hard-tackling impregnable flood barrier, while Woolfy was a mesmeric Ancient Mariner, all swinging hips and swaying pants as he heard a loud bassoon..
Perhaps Mr Hooper would consider stretching his legs now and again. Especially inside the six-yard box. It may help the massed Marinerdom avoid a premature mental meltdown. He may get his shorts dirty but, hey, Town do have a washing machine.
Town are moving towards the sunlit uplands of being not too bad, all things considered.
The iron law of football, changing yet changelass as canal water, the limpid lumpers never, ever change. Lincoln City: organised bigness.
What a flappy keeper, what a stodgy porridge of a defence. What a bunch of one-arm bandits.
They were big. They bigged it. They did nothing. They are nothing. They've bought a whole bunch of fur coats with their gazillions, but they knicked a point solely through the kindness of the stranger from 'Ull.
They'll be around the fringes of greatness simply through the application of Boyle's Law. They are not as good as they think they are.
This unexpected jollity in the middle of an English afternoon left us shivering with a red-socked passion, with faces like crumpled tissues after Boyeson's banana.
Mr C Boyeson (East Yorkshire)
This total North Banker managed to go the whole game without giving a free kick against Akinde, and couldn’t go the whole game without altering the course of history with his histrionic finger pointing.
It was all going so well. He'd let a lot biffing and boffing go unpunished, letting Titans clash and the game flow, but he couldn't resist being the centre of attention, to make it all about him. Let us remain calm in the face of egregious error and simply reflect that no sane and rational human, or even your common or garden raving Impite, saw anything other than a cynically dangerous dunk from Akinde, endangering Collins' health.
He drives us mad and he drives a car with the registration number HU11 REF. Twerp: 2.112.
A party pooped by the neighbour from Hull.
In a word: egregious
Town: McKeown, Davis, Whitmore, Collins, Famewo, Welsh, Woolford, Clifton (Vernam 77), Hessenthaler, Hooper, Cook (Thomas 83)
Subs not used: Russell, Dixon, Robles, Wright, A Rose
Booked: Clifton, Collins
Lincoln City: Vickers, Eardley, Shackall, Bostwick, Toffolo, Anderson (Green 57), Frecklington, O’Connor (Pett 64), Andrade, McCartan (Wilson 80), Akinde.
Subs not used: Wharton, Rhead, Chapman, Smith
Booked: McCartan