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Saturday 2 November 2024

FA Cup (1)

Grimsby Town 0

Wealdstone 1 Reid (90)

Attendance: 3,174 (168 away fans)

By far the best of a rotting lot, at least Wee Janet had a go and the half bottle has to go someone.

In reality no-one was good enough for long enough, but for forty 45 minutes the Bedford Beckenbauer, frustrated by the sclerosis afore him, was a surging superstar of swinging and swaying. But then he had to pass it someone. But who?

Spiderlegs for general Billy-Big-Time arrogance and ignoring his Captain's instructions? Rose for giving in to the teenage tantrum? Is Svanthorsson just the Icelandic Stuart Campbell? What is the point in paying and playing Warren, Barrington and Ainley, the three feathers who fall? Who wasn't above criticism? No-one, including the turnstile operators for letting us in.

Used, abused, some say without a clue, Big Dave refused to blow a fuse even though they had this on the news:

"We couldn't finish us dinner, our players didn't have to change into prime Maradona to get a chance. It could have been three, four, five, six at half time, but it wasn't. Credit to them for sticking in there and riding their luck but we didn't 'alf 'elp'‘em. We got us medicine at the end."

Keep us shape, Dave, keep us shape.

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We can give a hand to the man with a plan but there was something just a little too smug from Shorty's Shrewsbury predecessor:

"A couple of hairy moments in the first half…that was never a penalty. We made a tactical change at half time and it just got us so much control in the second half. I'm exceptionally, exceptionally pleased, it’s a big deal for a club like ours."

Check his sound out, he'll tell it all.

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This ole house is getting shaky, this ole house is getting old. This ole house lets in the rain, this ole house lets in the cold.

It's the same old story - a lack of strength, a lack of strength of character. Luckily we've got time to oil the hinges and mend the window panes. Or replace them.

This ole house once rang with laughter, this ole house hears many shouts. Those shouts are getting louder.

They didn’t so much win this game as open the parcel when the music stopped.
In the first half they were ten blue shirts hanging on the washing line, hanging out to dry. A long pole was brought out to prop up the washing line and nothing fell off, everything dried out fine. Then they went home all nice and clean and smelling of fresh air. What a grand day out.

These Stoners are a team who hope to avoid relegation from the Bananarama - nothing more, nothing less. They worked hard, stood where they were told and didn't collapse when the sky was falling. We can't begrudge them victory, after all that's just what we did to Southampton.

The cup still has magical moments.

Have we zoned out of this season already?

Mr J Westgate

Sometimes, right, sometimes wrong, always uncertain. He was a Two Ronnies sketch, for his basic modus operandi was to give the decision he should have for the incident before. And hilarity ensued for all the family in 1973.

Not very good at all, he should have been wearing big white lapels, own a butcher's shop in Wolverhampton and be driving home in his new Austin Maxi (with headrests): 4.987

Sclerotic stripes: don't believe the hype.

In a word: ineffectual