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Saturday 8 October 2022

Division 4

Grimsby Town 3 Glennon (4), Holohan (52), Taylor (85)

Crawley Town 0

Attendance: 6068 (47 away fans)

Ringo had a rickety-ropey game but the prawn cocktailers do like a trier and flyer.

Sometimes running around a lot is what's required and our redoubtable, indefatigable, undroppably omnipresent Duracell bunny was everywhere we needed him to be, being the finger in this dyke of dross.

The rum lad from Rotherham pulled few punches with words of wisdom, let it be known he knows Town were rubbish:

"I have mixed feelings about the game in truth, but I am delighted to get that home win, but we do know that we're gonna have to be a hell of a lot better next week."

He's just a small town coach living in a lonely world and young Kev's still holding on to a feeling:

"Keep believing, stay positive... keep believing, stay positive... keep believing, stay positive."

Ommmm, Ommm. Ommm. Heavens, Betsy goes on and on and on but will he be gone by Monday?

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Anyone but Crawley would have walloped this dozy shambles of ambles and rambles along the prom. Harry's game, Otis eventually gave us a lift and Ryan was trying, but beyond that there's a sliding scale of the miserable muddling.

The worst performance yet. A defensive mess, a midfield befuddle, the whole team frozen in fear of the misplaced pass. It was a carefully curated structural and cultural failure that succeeded by accident.

Town haven't beaten anyone now above them in the league you know. But as long as we scrape our way past those on the conveyor belt to the Conference life is, if not sweet, then unsour.

That'll do. For now.

Don't think of who you are now, but who you can become!

Welcome to Kevin Betsy's Rondoland, where boys and balls swirl in pretty, pretty patterns of inspirational spirals. I bet it looks good on the dance floor and their agent's showreel. These Southern Men are a calamitous kaleidoscope of passing and movement with no end, no purpose but the superficial stylings of a show house. Round and round and round they go, where they're heading, everyone knows. Nowhere.

Feeble. Flimsy. So bad even Town scored three. These creepers are a student chess club who've lost contact with their anal beads.

Hey, what's that sound? The Grimsby Reaper's bell is tolling and Kevin, it tolls for thee as everybody looking can see Crawley are going down.

I can hear the grass grow.

Mr A Backhouse

It's traditional to regard the referee as an Aunt Sally, but sometimes they disappoint with competence at the critical point. You and I may disagree about the little things but on the great questions of state we can only say Mr B fell on the right side of history.

He analysed the facts, discussed matters with his support staff and concluded correctly. Well done: 8.555

We won. And that's all there is.

In a word: cud