Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Tuesday 24 October 2023

Division 4

Grimsby Town 2 Goodman 7 og, Wilson 52)

Colchester United 3 Taylor (10), Mitchell (35), Maher 64 og)

Attendance: 5,010 (148 away fans)

Big Don doesn't do anything. But score goals. Corporate types like the bottom line, someone who produces results.

Is he being shackled by his superior sweeping? Is there more to him than being the king of the caretakers? Will Green's return let Conteh be Conteh, or is he boxed in by the inabilities of others? He's better than this but is he wasting his time brushing under the carpet from dusk 'til dawn?

We're in a spot of bother with Calamity Jake, his head's in a daze and he needs quickly to change his ways.
Jake, it's not too late to start again by making amends. Not quite. It may be time to stay away for a while

If he can see it, then he can do it. If we just believe it, there's nothing to it. Yes, Paul Hurst believes we can fly away from the slough of despond. Hang on, that's next week isn't it.

"Whether people think it's strange, I'm actually quite relaxed about it all. I'm confident and the fans should be that this group of players, irrespective of it's myself or someone else, will come through."

"I believe I can turn it around - why wouldn't I? I believe I can turn it around because on the law of averages, it can't keep happening; it won't keep happening."

Fingers crossed, eh Paulie.

Who's a lucky boy then! Gambling with pace and power Mat cooed about blood and guts as his boys gambolled through the autumn leaves:

"They started with a back three and then changed to a back four and it kind of threw us; they were on top of us and the crowd were on top of us. You can go through all of the tactical stuff and yes, it is important but heart and desire, especially in the position that we're in right now, is the most important thing."

Hurst spun the wheel of fortune and while the wheel is spinning-spinning-spinning we still can't dream of winning.

Tactics? Formations? Marginal losses rather than marginal gains. It's in the head and heart where the problems lie: the heart of midfield, the heart of defence, the hearts of each man standing. There is a palpable lack of robustness in adversity in a number of the shirts.

The cavalry arrived just too late today, with Green being supreme, offering the one slither of hope for a better life ahead. A man with character around which others rallied. The second half was largely fine. Their keeper furiously flipping away with Town dominant. They had two shots, one a missed open goal and the deflected one went in. Is that merely bad luck?

The goalkeeper? He's shrivelling after error and under pressure. He needs some TLC and the sound of silence from the crowd.

We just have that deathly pall of relegation fodder at the moment.

Fast men. Strong men. Fast strong men. Boys that are men. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, always ready to run off with the spoon.

No-one could stay level with their Number 42, for Fevrier was a thunderbolt and lightning fast, frightening, very-very frightening indeed. Until he actually had to do anything with the ball. Ah, so that's why he plays in the fourth division. Read was silky, Taylor was bendy and Benny Goodman had the mental strength to rise from the dead.

They didn't give in, they got stuck and rode their luck.

We've seen worse.

We tried, we tried so hard to be good. But every person has a breaking point.

Mr S Oldham

What a splendid chap he was for 80 minutes, apart from a couple of missed handballs. And foul throws most egregious. And the time wasting.

And then he turned from fair-minded laissez-fairist to a wilful anti-homer. And in the end he was just like them all, all of them: 5.888

Slapstick, slapdash, gave it a bash, made a mash and Town crashed.

In a word: careless