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Will Paul Hurst stay at Grimsby?
12/03 Boston 2nd Half
By: Tony Butcher
NEITHER side made any changes at half time. Unfortunately, they both came out and we had another 45 minutes. Even more unfortunately the referee emerged too. How unfortunate.
Boston United 1 Grimsby Town 1
From the off Boston caused a fright; Thomas zipping away down the centre left, behind the defence racing after a flick. Williams sprinted out and plucked the ball off Thomasâ€™ toes. Now that was a fine bit of â€˜keeping. Heâ€™s not all bad.
And that was it from them for twenty minutes. Boston were stuffed, they had little fight, it was all Town. Gritton was barely able to move his legs but still contributed to the tightening of the tourniquet. Reddy began to vroom into overdive. Is that a typo? Surely I meant overdrive? Maybe both? Swish, hup, hup, hup, swoosh, peel those cowbells. Reddy doing a super giant slalom through one challenge way outside the area. Swing to the left, swing to the right, shiver left and right, through three, into the area, pull back the trigger, look at the bullseye. Bang! White slid across and blocked the goalbound shot for a corner. After the corner there was a bit of argy-bargy between Harrold and Abbey, resulting in some macho stomach grinding. The ref did nothing. Abbey was unhappy, seemingly, with comments within his earshot.
Still Town turning the handle on the vice, the Boston eyes not yet popping. A magnificent crossfield ball from Macca to Grittonâ€™s toes, the cross curving through, clasped by Abbey as Harrold lurked. Gritton in the left corner, rolling along the bye line crossing to the near post, Parkinson steering wide. A Pinault cross inviting and inciting, Abbey clutched. In, up, battle, Harrold, Gritton, Reddy, oooooer, not quite.
Boston made a double change with 10 minutes left: Clare and Rusk off, two little boys on. Well, no harm in knowing that, is there? Evans became more and more histrionic as his team receded. Heâ€™s like a mini-Warnock, but without the charm. His teams are less ugly, but also less potent. Their changes had a little bit of an impact, as they scuffled away and had a couple of crosses. Out there in the cold distance, it looked like nearly-almost-maybe moments, rather than anything worth worrying about. Whatever, no shots, no saves, nothing to report.
Flicking and tricking, Harrold acting as a wall, Parky bamboozled by an invitation to play football, forgetting to move, chance gone. Reddy, tossing his mane, turning his marker, past one, into the area and over he goes. Hackery and William Makepiece Thackery inside the area. The ball bumbling, Gritton waiting, twisting, a space to shoot, tackled by Coldicott. First one of the day, oh the irony. Another high ball, Harrold heading, White handling. A huge roar demanding a penalty; ignored. Collina would have given it. Colin the Dachshund would have given it. Reddy rampaging down the right (does he do anything other?), shrugging away some local irritant, sweeping majestically into the area through two tackles and tumbling over the third. The hint of something good. Sounds like an advert for air freshener.
Into the added time, Boston go forward, Boston shoot, ooh close. Some bloke hit a surprising shot from about 20 yards out, which sailed a few feet over, thatâ€™s all. Town got the collywobbles, but the referee was determined that he wouldnâ€™t actively make a decision to allow a goal to be scored, so thatâ€™s nice then. Maccaâ€™s leaping dummy inside the Town area didnâ€™t set them up, it must have been a foul, eh?
There isnâ€™t any more to say. It ended. The Town players came over to accept the non-criticism in the form of applause, basking in the warm glow of being rubbish but not losing. Finally Cyril, after all the other players had wandered off, Williams ran over to the Town fans, with fear in every step, to greet a little girl behind the goal. He survived his ordeal.
An awful pitch, an awful game. Town were, in essence, incompetent until we scored. Thereafter, the power and the passion was with us. The forwards tried hard, Pinault ran everywhere and did the job of three. Whittle and Forbes werenâ€™t terrible. Is it possible to have five UnMen of the Match? And what does that say about Boston if only half of Town played adequately?
The worse we get the higher up the league we go. If only weâ€™d started the season playing rubbish weâ€™d be top.
Nickoâ€™s Man of the Match
Pinault was the entire midfield, but without Matt Harrold Town would have lost. So it has to be him; a proper centre forward.
Mr N Coward (aka M Russell). This man was weak, weak, weak, weak, weak. It worked in our favour in that he probably should have sent Fleming and Bull off, but everything else went the way of Boston. Town could barely look at them without a free kick being given. One of the linesmen was excellent, but the other would only give a throw in if the ball went over the roof. A number? I do not feel charitable. 0.1
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