Cod Almighty | Match Stats
Saturday 28 May 2022
Wrexham 4 Mullin (13 pen, 65), Tozer (63), Davies (80)
Grimsby Town 5 McAtee (15), Waterfall (47, 119), Taylor (72), Dieseruvwe (78)
Attendance: 9734 (1214 away fans)
All the world's a stage for Big John and all the rest are merely players. They have their exits and entrances but only one man plays many parts.
It's not about lifting rocks. It's the energy between all things, a tension, a balance that binds this Town universe together. The force is with you Luke.
Heaven... he's in heaven, and his heart beats so that he can hardly speak after that fantabulous week.
Hey, just one word to sum it up Mr Quippy?
"Almost unbelievable perhaps"
In the city of the blind the one-eyed manager is whinging. Oh, no, the sub-Sladian whinger doesn't want to talk about the referee, except it's all his fault, obviously, for no doubt you could get any Frenchwoman off the street to do better than that.
"How the league put the referee in charge of that game is absolutely beyond me. I'm absolutely seething."
Well, Reg, what had this referee ever done for the Wreckers, eh?
We can positively affirm without fear of contradiction that even our raspberries are delicious; really delicious, very delicious, but we're still in the Bananarama today. Next week? Well, stay tuned.
Where do we start, where do we end? Inspector Gadget in goal, the magician, the tactician, the Fox in both boxes? What about Little Harry the human dynamo? Manny and his magic body parts and the double door locks in defence? Town have a plan, Town have character, whereas Wrexham are simply characters in a story.
Individuals make up a collective, for together we are greater. Indefatigable, indomitable, intense: Town
What a waste of money.
Sure, they are extremely effective at their party tricks, but that's all there is to them: 10 lanky lads a-leaping in uber Sladeball. It's reductionist, minimalist and rather dim ball. And where has it got them?
A very expensive pub team. Facts are facts.
Wrexham should be better, Wrexham should do better. The long-suffering supporters have been cruelly conned into having hopes raised by the construction of the ultimate in flat-wicket bullies. What have they got when someone stands up to them?
A whinging manager.
Their marriage of convenience is going nowhere. You know that's the thing about marriages, after a while you just lie there.
There's always next year, especially if they get an adequate manager. Bullyball will only get you so far. Big boys win at school football. Hubris leads to nemesis.
Irrepressible wall of noise, defiant and undefeated.
Mr A Herczeg
Sometimes right, sometimes wrong, sometimes certain.
The poor lad was all over the place, often struggling with the philosophical concept of disappointing Hollywood, then having pangs of conscience and seeking some karmic balance in the Marvellous Mariners Universe.
He got the penalty decisions the wrong way round and was conned by Mullidonna's cuteness, but wasn't helped by the cowardly linesman (non)flagging for Wales underneath the Town support.
He was equally arbitrary and he eventually evened out his quota of shockers: 4.999
My head hurts.
In a word: bananas
Wrexham: Dibble, Cleworth (O’Connor 91), Tozer, French (Jarvis 120), Hosannah (McAlinden 73), Young, Jones, McFadzean, Davies, Palmer (Hyde 105), Mullin
Subs not used: Camp
Booked: Young, Tozer, Palmer, Parkinson
Town: Crocombe, Cropper, Smith, Waterfall, Amos (Pearson 91), Sousa, Fox, Holohan (Raikhy 102), Clifton, McAtee (Abrahams 87, Taylor (Dieseruvwe 75)
Subs not used: Maguire-Drew
Booked: Taylor, Waterfall, Amos