Cod only knows!

Firstly, apologies for the appalling headline of this week’s instalment, writes our Shrews Blogger David Craig, but as we played Grimsby I felt it was only right that I should think up a shockingly poor, fish-related heading.

If anybody can think of a better one (and I can only hope that you can), then feel free to forward your thoughts. Secondly, the match.

Due to the dreaded office Christmas party, I was unable to make the trek up to Cleethorpes to witness our latest defeat, settling instead to rely on the godlike Jeff Stelling and co, keep me informed of developments whilst I ate Pringles and drank Kia-Ora.

From hearing post match reports and the like, it would appear that, yet again, we played well enough to earn at least a point from this fixture, but due to bad luck, bad finishing, and anything else I can think of blaming, we returned pointless.

I did witness the “highlights” on Sunday morning, and it would appear that Grimsby were very very spawny with both of their goals, whereas our goal was, of course, supremely crafted and expertly finished. Nevertheless, you make your own luck in this game, and as we continue our freefall down the table, we need to make some luck sharpish, starting this Saturday.

My only comfort from Saturday’s result, was that all of the other teams who I admire so much, namely Walsall, Wolves, Wrexham, AFC Telford and Southampton, all lost. Ho Ho.

And so, we move onto this weekend, and for what seems the 718th time this season, we entertain Hereford. As with the visit of our Cestrian friends a few weeks back, this game is simply must-win for our goodselves, for two reasons.

Obviously, we need to gain revenge for our FA Cup exit, but most importantly, three points would be a most welcome early Christmas present and give us Salopians some hope that this season will not end up with mid-table mediocrity or something even worse.

Sadly, at a time where we need all supporters to get behind the team and try to create some kind of positive atmosphere at home matches, along comes another 12.00 kick off to ruin any hope of that. Outsiders looking in must presume that Shrewsbury Town have the most notorious and violent supporters in the whole of the country, such is our current trend of midday kick-offs.

Not even Millwall or Stoke get such treatment. I haven’t witnessed any trouble in the ground since Swansea fans tried to take home the family stand a couple of years ago, and I can’t quite believe that Pride Hill would be full of marauding nutters if the game kicked off at its proper time, 15.00 hours.

So why the local police insist on such scheduling is beyond me. If ever Salop were to get in the Premiership (admittedly a highly unlikely scenario) I can only imagine that our matches would kick-off at 9.00am, just in case somebody throws a mouldy pasty at a linesman.

UP THE TOWN!!