Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 12 April 2025

Division 4

Harrogate Town 2 Taylor (85), Rose (87 og)

Grimsby Town 2 Green (39), Svanthorsson (45+4)

Attendance: 3,881 (1,050 away fans)

Keiran Green provided the champagne moment of moments, Doug Tharme was the most important player, but yet again George McEachran, the silent street mugger, quietly and efficiently ran this match.

"It doesn’t matter about probablies, could'ves or should'ves, the fact is they did…We've only got ourselves to blame for that"

The professor of passing pin-pointed the precise point where it all went as pear shaped as Doug Tharme's hair:

"We missed Ev's energy in the second half and that made a big difference to the flow of the game…We need to get others to play at the same intensity as others play at and if we don't you get a little slap round the chops."

Oh, yeah. Hey, what about Dougie?

"I've just said to Doug, you can't have cramp in the middle of a back three, that's poor. Come on you don't do as much running as anyone else."

Big Dave says lay off the biscuits Doug, we need more than your hair to bounce.

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Sensible Simon plays simple soccerball and, as a Yorkshireman, is genetically programmed to say what he sees tha' knows – which just happens to be the same game as you and me and all those watching on TV.

"I feel better than I did an hour ago!… They're greased lightning on the break, they are a good team…It's the most furious I have been for a long time. I didn't envisage coming in 2-0 and not really laying a glove"

So. What is the secret of your relative success (apart from being a relative of the owner):

"I said to them "Express yourself, take someone on, excite!" Very satisfied with second half, we gave it a real good go and never gave in."

Sometimes what you need is a big strong hand to lift you to higher ground.

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They worked hard and failed, now all I can say is they threw it all away.

Green's goal doesn't need to be over eulogised with over-flowery words. It can, no, it must, be seen. It stands on its own as a monument to the man at this moment.

This game will forever be remembered for that moment, but in living memories it may also be remembered for those five minutes when the wheels fell off the promotion train with a five point swing.

How, why? A bit of complacency and a stark reminder of how skin deep the squad strength really is, for Tharme's absence exposes every defensive weakness however carefully hidden by the kids. Khouri's worth is magnified by those moments when he is absent. The lack of a second striker bites when the going gets tough. But we knew all that, didn't we, we've known all season. We have a strong starting XI in a particular configuration.

That's all there is to it.

Weaver's eager beavers did what they always do and they had to do: run hard, tackle hard, keep on truckin', mucking and rucking and plucking a draw from the jaws of a dreary defeat. Yes, they had pluck and a bit of luck, for with that little bit of a luck they saw Town exploding.

Their players were, just, players. Blokes in a kit doing their jobs. Of our old flotsam and jetsam Morris was as he was with us – a minor character with a few good lines - whilst Ben E Fox was satisfyingly anonymous, not a patch on his King of the Play Offs pompery. Harrogate were just pretty basic and basically just a mid-table bunch of hookers.

They are becoming comfortably, numbingly, a bog standard fourth division team. They are what they are and that is, itself, an achievement of magnitude for their life is all about attitude and altitude.

Never give up, never surrender! You can't begrudge them for doing their job.

On a day that was both beautiful and dreadful, we were in a ball of confusion. Oh yeah that's what our world was today.

Mr A Bannister

A perfectly pleasant peeper person, nothing to mither about, save for the ridiculously risible one-eyed approach to throw-in encroachment, for which he loses 0.645 from his score on the dressing room door. We were being well served: 7.51

What a load of cramp.

In a word: seething