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Saturday 15 February 2025

Division 4

Doncaster Rovers 1 Street (85)

Grimsby Town 2 Obikwu (38), Svanthorsson (47)

Attendance: 9,961 (2,897 away fans)

Where would we be without some Green energy and the heavenly but spicy Khouri in the mix? Did anyone else spot that thread of gold Tharmé holding the jumpsuit together?

Ah, but without our Icelandic Glider, the shapeshifting slider in the wider positions, we'd have been in a darker place in Donny. It's cold enough now for Jason, our winter honeysuckle, to bloom.

Mr Artell, the current Head of Sports and Science, is pleased with the progress of his class of '24, for progress is all about process as Town proceed to succeed, so take heed of his dream:

"We've had some tonkings off these…so today's the culmination of a 12-month progression…Keep on improving and if you fail, fail better...They tried to boot us off the pitch in the end."

and he just remembered the love of the fandom is all you need:

"I wish the journey was four hours down the road so they could enjoy it more."

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Listen, do you want to know a secret? Oh yeah Grant, we'll tell you something we think you'll understand. Your lot lost to a team that passed the football along the ground to score two goals:

"I've been promoted four times…you can't just be a decent football team. Grimsby are not really a footballing team they'll go forward to Danny Rose…we told the boys all week about it…Do we have to go out there and hold your hand?"

Grant the Grump's got the hump and is in the dumps:

"We got schooled too many times by some of their experienced players….I didn't like what I watched today from start to finish."

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The hard fact is that hard work and a few hardened pros gets you a long, long, long, long way in the division of doom. Town simply worked hard, played hard, and were hard to beat, so hard cheese Donny. A simple plan, executed perfectly.

Overrun in the first quarter of an hour as Sterry made merry, a staggeringly 'fortuitous' delay allowed a Townish tweak to twerk and irk the Yirky yappers and snappers. It was all so easy, dominantly comfortable, Town simply permitted the hapless homesters to muddle themselves into a puddle of gloom and disappear into their own little world of introspective befuddlement

Three at the back, and three soft-shoe shufflers and scufflers in the middle? The shoe fits, Dave. Wellies in winter, let's not think about wearing sandals until summer. These horses are on course, so let's not change our tactical horses midstream.

Ah, so now we see why they keep losing to the oddest teams.

Callow, shallow, just a better version of most in this division - good at what they do if you let them, but flummoxed if you stop 'em. And Town stopped 'em by sterilising Sterry.

What was their plan B?

Olowu was a calamitous Keystone Cop, an inept clotheshorse relying on physique and athleticism, their midfield eager beaver scuttlers who were easily mugged and only became Streetwise upfront in the last ten minutes of frantic sticker-mixing. They could do with a couple of wizened old lags and big old bruisers or they'll forever be the bridesmaids, like a fourth-tier Brackley, always finding a way to avoid elevation. They know how to play, but do they know how to win?

See, they are just like us after all.

Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around.

Mr M Coy

What a splendid chap.

Marvellous Marty was mostly, modestly, magnificent in Marinerscope, refusing to accept Donny grips and gripes, tumbles and stumbles as anything but a local scam. Perhaps he didn't like the pre-match pie.

Sensationally sensible and certainly worthy of 9.112

Didn’t we have a lovely time the day we went to Donny.

In a word: redemption