Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Tuesday 14 September 2021

Conference Premier

Grimsby Town 3 Taylor (27), Waterfall (34), Wright (90)

Wrexham 1 Hyde (22)

Attendance: 6663 (506 away fans)

For literally leading from the front, chasing down rabbits, McAtee the cat was given an extra bowl of cream.

Who ain't?

Who's behind the curtain of competence tonight? It's … Luke Waterfall. Blimey, who'd have thunk it. Hurst has turned base metal into a goal machine.

Who better to stoke the fires and fan the flames than Mr Motivator:

"They're doing well, but we're five games in, so I’m going to have an air of caution about us."

Going to?

We wouldn't have it any other way, would we.

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The failed Tiger failed to speak in a public setting. There's nothing up anywhere so far - unless you want to log on to their website and hear him chuntering and mithering in justification of his continuing to be King Midas in reverse. CBA with that.

Oh I just don't know where to begin.

What a team, what a performance, oh what a night. Towler and Waterfall were superb, with Towler visibly learning as he went along, for his slight positional imperfections were ironed out by half time. Hunt ran the show, McAtee and Sousa ran them ragged and Little Harry ran and ran.

There is balance, this is a team. There's something happening here, what it is is beginning to become clear. Everybody look - what's going on with Town?

I wonder what their rushing average is? Maybe they need a few new Scatbacks. American owners, American football: miserable method actors rehearsing to be gridiron grinders.

Of all their mercenaries Mullin and Hyde were at least mobile and perky - until they got fed up of running into the corners just so Tozer the Tosser could chuck a couple of damp squibs into the mixer (aka Waterfall's head).

Collectively considerably less than the sum of their parts, these flagging dragons are a series of individuals chasing rainbows; fractious and fallible, falling around and hoping for a set piece. Should do better, will do better against the financially and physically weaker members of this sect.

Have they a midfield? How can one tell?

They'll have bad times, and occasional good times doin' things that their fans don't understand. With any luck they'll stand by their man and keep the less-than-perky Parky. Well, it'll amuse the rest of us if they do; we don’t want them having a competent manager, do we. Why spoil of fun?

You know, there is no excuse for not being better. There is a team in there, just not in that formation playing that way, and probably not with that manager.

Mr A Herczeg

What an odd, inconsistent but persistently insistent irritant with his garlic foam, tiny-teeny steps and penny whistle. Sometimes right, sometimes wrong, always certain: 5.672.

Breathless, bouncing, believing.

In a word: exhilarating