If Grimsby’s humiliation of Man United isn’t demo of hope and possibilities of English football pyramid, then nothing is
We literally have the word ‘grim’ in our name, we wear black and white stripes (“Oooh it’s just like watching Juventus”), carry inflatable fish (that’s Harry the Haddock, by the way) and sing incessantly about the industry that once made Grimsby the world’s largest port (“yes we do, yes we do”). The chant “all Town aren’t we” is not a question. It’s a statement, maybe even a state of mind sometimes.
