Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 10 January 2026

FA Cup (3)

Grimsby Town 3 Vernam (41), Kabia (70), Green (86)

Weston-super-Mare 2 Staunton (49, og), Britton (77)

Attendance: 4,851 (571 away fans)

Precocious talent, isn't he? Mmm? Ooh, got it all, you know? Speed, acceleration, sweet left foot, all the tricks - the dummy, the drop of the shoulder, the shimmy, nutmeg, jiggery-pokery, hocus pocus, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya. Steve Miller Band? Spin Doctors? Ooh, very similar.

Oh. Well, you know, for kids.

And why not?

He's not an ostrich that buries its head under a bushel. Big Dave was simply satisfied that an embarrassment was avoided:

"We've come up against a really spirited team. You can see why they've got to the third round… But we still won the game and we found a way to win and in knock-out football it's about finding a way to win."

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Young Scott competently set up his team and competently trotted out the standard post-match lamentation from a smaller club that doesn’t quite fry its fish:

"I can't fault the lads' effort, they were outstanding to a man and I'm just absolutely gutted for them. That could have been their day today. We came so close, but not to be."

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Let's not put the cart before the egg. You can't tell a book by its silver lining as Town were full of square pegs in a round poke.

Ask yourself one question, how many of this lot would the Seagullers want on that showing? Two, three?

I don't want to pour cold water on a wet blanket but this was the sort of game we signed Lavelle for. He was dominated. Warren was Warrenesque, Burns ran around in circles and the starting midfield was a barren wasteland of wiffling wafts and wandering minstrels. As the song goes: ten more games, ten more games George McEachran.

Town eh? Well, what's new pussycat?

The Westoners didn't have a mare. Lovely, super, smashing, great, look at what you could have won if you had a slightly better goalie.

Good luck to them, they had a grand day out and went toe-to-toe with a team two divisions above them, with a budget multiples beyond their reach. Two sturdy centre-backs, a bunch of hardworking scuttlers and a mobile menace upfront. They were much more of a nuisance and challenge than Newport or Shrewsbury, our divisional basket cases.

Britton won't be with them much longer if he carries on like that – a right nuisance. And they'd certainly grace the Bananarama.

We remembered we were here. In the end.

Mr M Coy

Marvellous Marty broke up a couple of Seagull swoops nicely and was rarely inclined to stop the fun with whistling when players cried wolf. He did miss a forearm wandering into Turi's face though. Boo, hiss, you're a disgrace, etc, etc. A supremely adequate 7.998.

Professionals just about did their day job, in the end.

In a word: scrabble