Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Tuesday 28 January 2025

Division 4

Grimsby Town 1 Rose (90+7)

Gillingham 1 Tharme (35, go)

Attendance: 4,239 (137 away fans)

Blameless for the goal, his big hands and big chest came in useful.

If there was one consistent performer, full of grit and determination with the occasional flicker of fantasy football, then it was the Millennial Jobling, the best left-back in the club.

One could say Satnav Dave was looking through rain-soaked Rose-coloured spectacles as he extolled the virtues of his resilient pack:

"We talk about improvement, I think we'd have lost that this time last year. We were really good in the first half.."

At least he promises a better life. Oh…

"It wasn't vintage but it won't be between now and the end of the season."

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Honest John was honest enough to admit he erred.

"I'm disappointed in myself, it'll take me days to get over this. They were there for the taking in the second half and we didn't take it. I made a rick at the end, I've made the wrong sub and should have gone to five at the back."

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And this was their reaction to the baloney at Barrow?

The silence, the angry silence, tells you all you need to know.

Fluffy powder-puffery got us nowhere, the players shrinking before our eyes, frightened rabbits, collectively, individually, incoherent and incapable. Beyond Khouri there was nothing but the homeopathy of home attacks from flibbertigibbet flankers.

And then, finally, when all was lost, the game beyond the end point there was a Plan B – to bang the tambourine and revert to an old style religion: 4-4-2. Wingers, crosses, running, trying, shots, goals, action and is it worth hoping that pragmatism descends again and reality rules the roost for the rest of the season?

Do that thing you did in the end from the beginning.

As feeble and flimsy as us, and that's saying summat.

A team so bad they couldn't even score against Town and a team so brittle they couldn't even beat Town when presented with a golden gift of a comedic own goal.

They never, ever looked like scoring, even during the second half, their extended period of fatuous dominance.

They will feel hard done by and will be deluding themselves. They collapsed at the first hint of a breeze from the division's most lightweight lads.

They'll stay up. Is that all you have to show for your money?

We don't not believe in what we see.

Mr S Mather

I couldn't care less about him. Some useless decisions, some not useless decisions. This turquoise tootster was neither one thing nor another, neither disfavouring one side nor another, though he did tire of their antics quite quickly: 6.666

In a word: rancid