Cod Almighty | Match Stats

Saturday 15 December 2018

Division 4

Grimsby Town 2 Thomas (26 pen, 61)

Swindon Town 1 Taylor (28)

Attendance: 3809 (184 away fans)

The fish supper slurpers slapped our mellow yellow fellow Jamie Macc on the back. Quite rightly.

Town won because Thomas scored two goals, but Town didn't lose because James McKeown is in goal. Welcome to our paranormal activity, for that's another fine mess you've gotten us out of Jamie.

The increasingly jolly Jolley didn't use a brolly and wasn't off his trolley in giving his version of the truth.

"We haven't won ugly too often this season, but I think today was the case in point where we really dug in and got the three points."

Can you handle his truth?

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Richie won't fudge or budge from being the judge and jury nor hold a grudge against his own players, which is nice of him.

Wella-Wella-Wellens tell me more, tell me more, 'cause it sound like a drag:

"I can't think of Grimsby having any clear cut chances, apart from the goals that they scored."

Yup, that be a fact.

"I'm rambling on now, because of frustration, because we should have taken at least a point home."

Yup, that be a fact too.

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Well, we won.

Except for a couple of short spells in each half when they kept the ball on the floor, Town were Christmas trees for the Robins to rock around. A couple of Embleton long shots and a wind-assisted armball from their tall medium pacer is all there is to ponder.

James McKeown. Legs bent, arms stretched, he's the hokey-cokey.

And that, Cyril, is what it's all about.

The rocking Robins did well to avoid victory. They had more oomph and more idea of how to play against the wind.

When they kept the ball on the floor and simply ran at Town they shredded our cabbages, but froze in fear when seeing the whites of Jamie Macc's gloves, which is fine by us. I suppose they just don't like picking cabbages.

This round of Robins are a slightly flimsier Colchester and should be hanging around the fringes of the play-offs come May.

Wrapped up tight and rapt with our custard custodian.

Mr S Oldham (Lancs)

What more could you want at Christmas than an old ham, pretending to look the other way when the pantomime cow waddles on. The great Scott was in benevolent mood for he saw what he needed to see, and we see 7.653.

Freezing, flailing, footballs sailing over land and over sea.

In a word: howling