"Fantastic free kick."
Madmariner

"The best goal I remember was at Barnsley one Easter weekend. In the first half Brolly hit the ball from well outside of the box and it just flew in the top corner. We then held on for a 1-0 win. Those were the days!"
Keith Collins

"I can still see the smile on Alex's face. Sad but fitting that it was his last goal for Town."
Pat Bell

"New Year's Day. Town have just lost two games in succession, including a 1-0 defeat on a heavy Cambridge pitch clogged with water. The visitors are second-bottom going into the match. Garry Birtles is at centre-back again. All the signs are there for a home defeat.

"Town are let off early as Gary Brazil's excellent curling cross to the far post was side-footed against the foot of Steve Sherwood's upright by an oncoming Fulham attacker. Town dig in, Town muck in. Fulham are carved open when the black-and-whites actually get into the last third, a Tony Rees flick-a-thon special.

"Woods's disallowed goal – a wonderful curling finish between the keeper and the post from the edge of the box after a lovely Rees lay-off – is merely a reprieve for the visitors. Rees poaches in the six-yard box to open the scoring, and Hargreaves makes room for himself 13 yards out, feinting to check back towards goal before hitting the ball sublimely across the keeper into the top corner. Better was to come, as John Moore describes:

"Agnew with the kick [from deep in the left-back position]... Well up by Nevlin – he's played well since he came on... Woods – a great ball [switching play from the left wing on the halfway line across to the far right to the onrushing] Childs... was too slow with his pass... He wa'n't with his shot! Three-nil, 80th minute... 81st, rather...

"The Mariners go on to lose their next two matches, and this healthy victory proves to be their only win in a five-game sequence. But this match was the perfect example of that team's often-overlooked mettle, which underpinned the lavish football."
Simon Wilson

"A magical goal in every way. A marauding, swashbuckler, created with verve and finished in the most chic of Buckley era style."
Simon Wilson

"Long live the Widow!" [sic]
Jeff Westerman

"Was that the match where Fulham launched their song – a rap by Mohamed Al Fayed that was every bit as bad as it sounds?"
anonymous

"Listen up kids, back in the day we had colour television but not much football on it. As for the non-glitterati like Grimsby Town, well, in a good year you'd get on Yorkshire TV if you were playing a sexy team from that London. Or Rotherham.

"January 1979: Town glowed, we were the new footballing sun rising in the east, so much so that Match of the Day sent its cameras to Portsmouth for the fourth division's big match. Town won 3-1, but we only remember one thing about this game: the sight and sound of a full-speed Tony Ford in full afro.

"On a typically lumpy-bumpy 70s pitch in cold, old windswept Fratton Park, Town were leading and needing a third. The ball was played back to Alec Lindsay, the red-topped ex-Red, idling away the dog days of his career down Pompey way. The ball bumbled against Lindsay's shins and Ford pounced like the panther he was. From the halfway line Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Ford bounded away, afro bouncing, defenders flouncing. The keeper advanced to the edge of the area; Ford opened up his body and curled the ball around the plunging stopper and into the bottom right corner. He wheeled away, arm raised with a big, beaming smile: a local lad with local pride.

"It isn't a great goal, but it is an iconic goal for fans of a certain age. It marks the very moment when the resurrection of a Town packed with Grimsby lads was first glimpsed by the world beyond Barnetby Top. The goal embodied that team: quick-witted, swift, calm and clinical; it had nerve."
Tony Butcher

"This is the best goal, you know, no matter what anyone else voted. This Town performance is eulogised in Gary Nelson's autobiography, and this goal was the sparkling jewel atop the tree of perfection (and a narrow 2-1 loss). For sheer technical perfection this is the one. A hoopy-high drooping Gilbert cross slammered first time on the volley, at pace, from the narrowest of narrow angles. If you have never seen it your life is incomplete. And a little moustache thrown in too. What more could one ask for?"
Tony Butcher

"Inch-perfect free kick results in terrace-based celebration. And it was possibly my first away game."
Emma Blackbourn

"He put enough efforts just over the bar during his time at Town. Thank goodness for the law of averages."
Steven Collins

"Scored at BP, at the Pontoon end. One of the reasons it stands out in the memory is because I watched it from what is now the Police Box corner, one of the very few times I was ever in there, no doubt because Leeds brought a big following – my Dad and I were Constitutional Corner regulars back then."
Phil Watson

"Did I ever tell you I'm best friends with Kevin Drinkell? Well, when I say best friends with Kevin, I actually mean I'm best friends with Johnny, his older brother. Okay, so when I say best friends with the Drinkells I actually mean I vaguely used to know Johnny and I went to school with Kevin.

"Kevin Drinkell was in the year below me at Whitgift School. At school, he was slightly built and although obviously gifted at football, there wasn't anything about him that suggested he was leagues ahead of anyone else. It was only once he left school that he moved up front, having previously played an attacking midfield role.

"When he made his debut for Town in 1976 he still possessed none of the frightening presence of his later years playing for Town. The great change in Drinkell was playing with Trevor Whymark, then winding down his career at Grimsby, who seemed to make an enormous impression on Drinkell and undoubtedly improved his game.

"At the time it seemed quite prosaic that many of the Grimsby side were locals, but looking back on our subsequent abysmal attempts at developing local youth players, it's obvious that Drinkell (and Ford and Wilkinson and Lund etc) were at the head of a golden generation of Grimsby players. The fact that we developed them makes them yet more special. And, of course, the intrinsic part I played in this, being best mates with Kev. Well, his brother. Well..."
Bill Brewster

"Steve Sherwood had a blinder in goal to keep out a young Dwight Yorke. Great night!"
Chiffy

"It nearly burst the net – as clean a strike as you will ever see."
James Brotherton

"Not many witnesses but I am proud to be one of them!"
Chiffy

"Nothing else compares to this one."
Tim Mosey

"There is no question that this is the most hilarious, yet most poignant own goal ever in the history of own goals by anyone, ever in the world, ever. Especially in April 1995. A slingingly wet day, with County almost relegated, and their keeper was hailed as hero throughout by the Town fans. We loved him even more when he caught the ball over his head, realised he was falling into the goal and hauled it forwards. He then espied the Livvosaurus lurking, so the curly-wurly keeper tried to grasp the ball back into his bosom. Alas and alack, a lack of grip sent the ball squirming between his legs. A twist, a turn, a lonesome leap and a career endeth as the ball slowly, slowly slithered on the mud and crossed the line. His team-mates turned their back and walked upfield as the Town players hugged him in sympathy."
Tony Butcher

"Pure strength!"
Stephen

"Unstoppable goal! Even the world's best keepers would be pulling that one out of the net."
Alan Saunderson

"The day the boo-boys were shown why Groves put his faith in Flash, with a goal that fitted Mansaram's nickname: the ball was a blur as it whizzed from the edge of the box past the North End keeper. Three-one up with ten minutes to go... how did we end up drawing that game? Ah. Simon Ford."
Ian Rawson