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Saturday 5 April 2025

Division 4

Grimsby Town 3 Green (24, 80), Barrington (48)

Morecambe 1 Dallas (30)

Attendance: 5,807 (128 away fans)

They who chomp championed the wonder horse, Galloping Green, for running, jumping and rarely standing still.

We won because Danny Rose was playing. We won because Danny Rose played like Danny Rose. No hiding, no shirking, a man simply working his and our socks off. In the context of his Colchester concussion it was supreme leadership by example.

Question one from Matt Dean was "write an essay about perseverance" and our brainiac boss rabbitted on and parrotted a parable about multi-national crisp compatibility:

"Geza went away and he brought some fish crisps from the Faroes back. They were absolutely terrible, none of the lads liked them. I'll try and get him some of them over the weekend to cheer him up…That doesn't define him."

Or perhaps The Professor of Passing, the Doctor of Details has done his research and decide to cosplay as George Kerr:

"Jason, he chases crisp packets, doesn't he. At one point I saw him on the beach trying to go and get a stranded swimmer, catch some fish or try to pull a trawler in, that's how much he runs around."

Keep plugging away Dave, one day your Aunt's parrot will provide your post-match script.

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Dour Derek was suitability downbeat and spoke simple words in short sentences of sense and sensibility:

"The first half was an even game between two sides. At half time we were really happy but we've come up against a team that were better than us in the second half."

You can't argue with facts. Well, you can, but you'd be an idiot. Deggsy ain't an idiot.

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A team needs the right individuals in the right places at the right time.

Artell doesn't complain about how hard life is, but some fans just don't understand. Mr Green was so serene because with Rose he could bloom. Burns was okay, but Svanthorsson set hearts afire. Today Turi was not the right player at the right time but tomorrow is another day. Time is on his, and our, side.

Quite simply, after half time Artell got his batter mix right with Gorgeous George the chief fryer and Svanthorsson the flyer who balanced it all up nicely.

All the pieces matter.

They were perfectly decent for half a game.

And then they looked like a relegation team. Not a catastrophic mess, but just a little bit slower in foot and mind, just a little bit looser in passing and moving. Am I wrong? Am I being unkind? After half time Town upped the ante, upped the pace and supped the last dregs of hope from a club where financial gravity really sucks.

Ooh ah, it's all just a little bit too late to save themselves.

Let's keep on spendin' sunny days this way, where we can relax and talk and laugh our time away.

Mr J Miles

Young Jacob had a little word with himself at half time – perhaps subconsciously absorbing the little words uttered at him as he walked down the tunnel - and pulled back from the brink of disaster. Well done young man: perspective, self-awareness and the humility to recognise one's errors, egregious or otherwise.

Was he a kind man, was he a wise man? He was neither, but at least he wasn't an errant boy or a bungling Bill: 6.537

The Turi tweak turned up trumps after a meandering muddle from the middle of the first half.

In a word: perseverence