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Another fine mess at Stanley

You would think that most away fans who see their side involved in a 3-3 'thriller', would be most content leaving the ground, writes our Shrews Blogger David Craig. Not me.

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Pitted against a very ordinary Accrington Stanley, Salop took the lead not once, not twice, but three times, and yet still managed to throw away victory with some laughably bad defending.

My sentiments were certainly shared by our leader, G Peters. His post match interview had me hiding behind the sofa with fear. He was not a happy man. He scared me.

It certainly wouldn't have been a surprise to hear foam coming from his mouth, such was his anger.

I imagine he was a joy to sit beside on the coach home, resembling Jack Nicholson in The Shining.

There were some plus points to come from the game though. Michael Symes continues to look like a player who once partnered a Mr Rooney, Asamoah has regained his menace and, at times, looks unplayable, and hey, even big Leo got off the mark with an assured finish courtesy of some typically hilarious Ian Dunbavin goalkeeping.

How I miss you Ian, you're great fun to watch.

Another positive note from Saturday saw Salop get the 'plum' tie in the semi-final draw for the JP Trophy.

It's not often that supporters pray for a home tie against Bristol Rovers in any cup competition, but pray we did, and we came up trumps.

I can only presume that the Soccer AM folk were intimidated into fixing the draw for our benefit, under the watchful eyes of seven Shrews fans who randomly appeared on the show that day. Bring it on. Charlotte Church territory beckons.

Yet another away trip for Salop this weekend as we travel to the land of the haddock, to take on Grimsby Town.

In recent years, Blundell Park has turned into one of those very rare grounds where we actually have a pretty decent record, so allow me to be brave and predict a 2-1 victory, and thus begin our festive surge up the table.

Although if you offered me a 4-0 loss to Grimsby, but a win at W*lsall on Boxing Day, i'd bite your hand off. And your legs.

UP THE TOWN!