Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 11 April 2015

Conference Premier

Grimsby Town 0

Wrexham 1 Clarke (17)

Attendance: 4138

The awkward silences and embarrassed glances fell upon Shaun Pearson, who only fell apart in the last ten minutes.

Go away. This exhibit is temporarily closed due to subsidence and an infestation of worms.

"It was a bad day at the office. The amount of things that were wrong was countless. I've got some thinking to do in terms of perhaps why that performance occurred."

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"First half specifically it was a great performance from us. We didn't lose our shape, we forced them into the errors we wanted to force them into, won the ball back and earned the right to play again."

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There was no us.

I'm not going to waste time deconstructing this lot. Everyone knows the score: you've seen it all written before. It was utterly shaming on every level from everyone. Our lives are being wasted.

Town looked like a relegation bunny.

They kept us shape. They stood in the right places and they ran around a bit: they tried to play football. They knew what they wanted and they knew how to get it. They blah blah blah…same as it ever was.

You've seen it all written before – every home non-victory has been the same. And victories too. Moderately competent and intelligent visitors easily dealt with confused locals.

We began to dream of B&Q.

Mr I Hussin (Liverpool)

The finest man on the pitch, the most perfect of all the athletes, applying logic and proportion in all circumstances. His only mistake was to try to keep the game flowing. There was no game, there was no flow, there was no way he wouldn't get 9.123. He did not give what he didn't see and backed his linesman, a darn fine example of officiating.

Retreat, repeat, defeat.

In a word: chickens