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15/01 Leyton Orient Part 2
By: Tony Butcher
TOWN kicked off towards the end manned by home support, wearing the away kit but with black shorts. So much better than the fey white efforts which made â€˜em look like a bunch of hockey-girls. The ball didnâ€™t go out immediately, nor after several seconds. Or after several more. How odd.
Leyton Orient 1 Grimsby Town 2
Crosses, blocks, Bull stooping, Bull clattering, Bull handballing away. Free kick to Town. Still a great linesman. Fitzgerald allowed to turn 35 yards out, advance and.... wallop the ball into the pile of breeze blocks stacked 25 yards behind the goal. High, wide, poor for them, great for us. Another Fitzgerald long shot. Wider still. Heâ€™d pot the lot if he wore his goggles.
Parky free, behind the defence! How did that happen? Harrison raced out, jumped and clattered Parkinson on the edge of the area, the ball appearing to be knocked sideways past the â€˜keeper by Noddyâ€™s best friend. Penalty! Sending off! No, a drop ball and treatment for perky Parky. If Tony Crane hadnâ€™t been warming up in front of us, more of the Town fans would have seen the incident and made some noise. He could have made himself useful and acted as a sunshield, all he had to do was stand in the building site. You know, thereâ€™s going to be plenty of room for snooker tables in the new stand. More tables than seats, itâ€™s the modern way, cross-fertilisation, like greengrocers who sell antiques.
More long shots from the homesters. New balls please.
Town, Town, lovely Town, breaking quickly, the front three a constant menace, the Leyton defence disorientated, unable to cope with pace and power. And sometimes Parkinson too. Reddy ran â€˜em ragged down the right, Gritton lampooned them down the left. This is attacking! Bull curled the ball down the left to Gritton on the half way line, who held off his defender and twizzled and fizzled down the touchline. He muscled his marker away, hit the bye-line and clapped a dipping cross to the near post, the ball just avoiding Parkinson and bouncing into the â€˜keeperâ€™s waiting hands. Well, it looked good to us 100 yards away, hidden behind a thick girder, which might have been a lump of old iron or a Town fan in a bobble hat, who can tell in this light?
Orient returned, pinning Town back for minutes on end. Corners, free kicks, crosses just flicked away, Bull from the near post, Ramsden at the far post, Williams off his line, Jones nodding like a donkey. Town were creaking ever so slightly, the sea trying to split the timbers, but the timbers held firm; just donâ€™t rock too much. Fitzgerald free after a superb pass curled down their centre right, around Jones and into the forwardâ€™s flightpath. Momentary panic, fleetingly free, Fitzgerald took a touch too much, allowing Town to manoeuvre themselves into the semblance of a shape. Ramsden glided to the near post and intercepted the cross as strikers lurked behind and Williams watched with mother. Danger over.
Reddy, again, wearing a white cloak and making "wooah, wooah" noises, scaring the locals on his ghost ride down their right. A cross, Parkinson at the near post, a couple of yards out, defenders eating his shorts, Town players baying for a pass. Parky was subsumed by the red masses. Ball cleared. Back they came, another rubbish long shot then another fine flowing move. Town sucked in and blown out, their left back released inside the Town area. He tried a first-time steer towards a nebulous region and succeeded in passing straight to Williamsâ€™ chest, several yards in front of his team mates. Phew. Theyâ€™ve had a lot of shots, but only one save made. And Town never looked that fussed.
Ticking, ticking, tocking, the half ending, the sun setting, the stands emptying, Reddy roving. Receiving a throw from Williams, he rampaged down the right, past one, two, three, four, past everyone twice and a third time, into the area. Reddy pulled back the trigger and BANG! Harrison flew to his left and made an excellent one-hand save, pushing the ball aside for a corner. It was a save that matched Reddyâ€™s run in quality.
Two minutes of added time. It ended. We were happy.
Half time: Leyton Orient 0 Grimsby Town 1
Oh yes, we very happy, it was so comfortable. Orient were trying to play football, which is always a mistake against Town. We donâ€™t crumble when faced with fourth division teams passing. Itâ€™s mucky scruffiness we donâ€™t do very well. Arggh. Itâ€™s half time! A twenty minute Sladian soliloquy usually does the trick: we donâ€™t do second halves.
Stu's Half Time Toilet Talk
"I thought you said Reddy was a podgy dilettante?"
The report continues in the Second Half.
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