There are 45 points to play for, and tonight Grimsby Town sit just five points adrift of safety. But let’s face it, shall we? We’re down.
This team loses when it deserves to lose, and it loses when it deserves a draw.
I don’t think we’ve actually played well enough in any of our 31 league games this season to claim we’ve deserved all three points. Maybe Cheltenham away, but that’s it.
Our downward trajectory has been so severe that it can’t simply be dismissed as naive, penny-pinching mismanagement. It’s beyond such terms.
I’m only left to assume that those responsible for running our football club since 2004 have had some perverse, deep-rooted and potentially subconscious desire to inflict pain on anyone who has ever felt anything for Grimsby Town.
It’s been that bad.
That day at Wembley in 2016 was all in vain. All of Amond’s 37 goals. Disley’s tears at Braintree. What did they give us, really? Five unspectacular seasons back in the Football League, where we’ve struggled to average a goal a game.
And what’s been our greatest achievement in that time? How many players have we signed? Crucially, how many of them would you want bring back, or wish we’d never let go?
Although it was an improved performance from Town today, against a side in the automatic promotion spots, it was a familiar story.
Bright patches interspersed with ill-discipline. Some measure of control 40 yards out but nothing beyond.
And then, of course, we concede. A whistle-happy ref is given an opportunity to penalise Town, and he does. It’s soft enough to make me angry on any other day, but today I was so resigned I just accepted it.
Town equalising before half time wasn’t in the script. A bit of good fortune, and bad defending, allowed Hanson to score his first league goal for us in over a year. It was the type of goal we usually concede. Maybe our football fortune was changing?
Don’t be silly. Order was restored in boringly predictable fashion midway through the second half.
Unless a charitable Forest Greener was going to whack the ball in his own net, the Mariners weren’t going to get anything from this game.
The full-time stats tell the story: Grimsby had one shot on target all game, and the visitors gift-wrapped it for us.
It was the same story in Tuesday night’s 1-0 home defeat to Leyton Orient. Just one shot on target in 90 minutes, only the visitors on that occasion weren’t so charitable.
Only two shots on target at Harrogate last weekend. Only two against Crawley, albeit we made both of those count.
The more players we use, the worse we get. At no point this season have we been a team; just a collection of individuals thrown together with no time to understand each other, or the club.
They’re just going through the motions. No passion, no pride, no fight.
And who can blame them, really? What have they got to inspire them? Who have they got to motivate them? Grimsby Town will get relegated to non-league for the second time in May and barely any of these players will be around to deal with that consequence.
As I jumped around, breathless, when Arnold scored that third goal at Wembley, I felt a second’s sympathy for the very few genuine Forest Green fans that day. Imagine being forced to play another season in that god-forbidden hell-hole of a league.
Five years on, it looks like we’ll be returning to it, while the vegans look set to climb into League 1.
There may very well be 45 points to play for. But this lot have only managed to pick up eight points from the previous 45, scoring an average of 0.6 goals a game.
That’s why that five-point gap is looking not just improbable, but impossible.