Wrexham score and crowd predictions !

1-1 Elding 81mins, late equaliser.

Att: 2,888 (165 Wrexhomians)

hearn must score tomorrow, he's done everything but score so far!

Fenty 0, Parker 0. Neither have any credibility left.

As for the other game, 2-2. Elding and Pearson to score. 2757 with 155 sheep molesters.

Quoted from gtfc98

hearn must score tomorrow, he's done everything but score so far!

I must have missed that game where Scott and Hurst got delayed and couldnt make it so Hearn picked the team, unfortunately Dot's replacement had failed to wash the kit so he nipped home applied some vanish and gave them a quick cycle on fast wash..on his return JF was unaivable to meet and greet the opposing chairman as he was busy counting shares so Liam said hi as he passed by the burger van on his way to the dressing room he noticed a burger smouldering so he flipped it with a delicate touch from his left boot, on dropping the kit in to the team he had previously selected he pulled his back slightly but Dave Moore was stuck at the traffic lights on weelsby rd so he manipulated his own slipped disc just in time to speak to JT and give him a pre match thoughts interview. After running the team through the team talk and pre match warm up we eventually kicked off, unfortunately Mckoewn gave a penalty away after bringing down the opposition striker and was rightly dismissed by the referee, Hearn stepped in between the sticks and saved the subsequent penalty. The game was otherwise uneventful apart from the slight delay caused by the floodlight failure but Hearn soon got that fixed with a bit of chewing gum and a 4" nail.
As Hearn had finished his post match warm down and debrief with the lads and the post match interviews he noticed the state of the stands, bovril cups abound, so after giving them a sweep he switched the lights off, locked the gates and set off for home all the while troubled by one of those niggling thoughts in the back of his mind, "i am sure i had something to do today", he pressed on with his journey trying to recall what it was but to no avail. On return to Hearn Towers he made his horlicks and pondered what it could be, staring into his swirling cup of comfort his mind went blank, "oh well couldnt have been important" he thought, and made his way up the wooden hill to bedland.
Liam soon fell into a horlicks enduced slumber and he was quickly dreaming of a GTFC FA cup run, the mariners at Wembley, the old one bizarrely, well thats how dreams work isnt it? 89th minute, 0-0, Serge Makofo flying down the wing, twisting this way and that way before delivering a tantalising cross towards our sleeping hero, this is it, the chance for glory, a place in history of the greatest football club competition, all he has to do is... Hearn awakens from his slumber, jumps upright in a cold sweat....."Score, that was it, i have done everything else but score!!"

Quoted from moosey_club

I must have missed that game where Scott and Hurst got delayed and couldnt make it so Hearn picked the team, unfortunately Dot's replacement had failed to wash the kit so he nipped home applied some vanish and gave them a quick cycle on fast wash..on his return JF was unaivable to meet and greet the opposing chairman as he was busy counting shares so Liam said hi as he passed by the burger van on his way to the dressing room he noticed a burger smouldering so he flipped it with a delicate touch from his left boot, on dropping the kit in to the team he had previously selected he pulled his back slightly but Dave Moore was stuck at the traffic lights on weelsby rd so he manipulated his own slipped disc just in time to speak to JT and give him a pre match thoughts interview. After running the team through the team talk and pre match warm up we eventually kicked off, unfortunately Mckoewn gave a penalty away after bringing down the opposition striker and was rightly dismissed by the referee, Hearn stepped in between the sticks and saved the subsequent penalty. The game was otherwise uneventful apart from the slight delay caused by the floodlight failure but Hearn soon got that fixed with a bit of chewing gum and a 4" nail.
As Hearn had finished his post match warm down and debrief with the lads and the post match interviews he noticed the state of the stands, bovril cups abound, so after giving them a sweep he switched the lights off, locked the gates and set off for home all the while troubled by one of those niggling thoughts in the back of his mind, "i am sure i had something to do today", he pressed on with his journey trying to recall what it was but to no avail. On return to Hearn Towers he made his horlicks and pondered what it could be, staring into his swirling cup of comfort his mind went blank, "oh well couldnt have been important" he thought, and made his way up the wooden hill to bedland.
Liam soon fell into a horlicks enduced slumber and he was quickly dreaming of a GTFC FA cup run, the mariners at Wembley, the old one bizarrely, well thats how dreams work isnt it? 89th minute, 0-0, Serge Makofo flying down the wing, twisting this way and that way before delivering a tantalising cross towards our sleeping hero, this is it, the chance for glory, a place in history of the greatest football club competition, all he has to do is... Hearn awakens from his slumber, jumps upright in a cold sweat....."Score, that was it, i have done everything else but score!!"

A marvellous post! Finally something to smile about amid the gloom

I think we will scrape a win today. 2-1 perhaps. But it will be very close and we will ned to take our chances.

Quoted from moosey_club

I must have missed that game where Scott and Hurst got delayed and couldnt make it so Hearn picked the team, unfortunately Dot's replacement had failed to wash the kit so he nipped home applied some vanish and gave them a quick cycle on fast wash..on his return JF was unaivable to meet and greet the opposing chairman as he was busy counting shares so Liam said hi as he passed by the burger van on his way to the dressing room he noticed a burger smouldering so he flipped it with a delicate touch from his left boot, on dropping the kit in to the team he had previously selected he pulled his back slightly but Dave Moore was stuck at the traffic lights on weelsby rd so he manipulated his own slipped disc just in time to speak to JT and give him a pre match thoughts interview. After running the team through the team talk and pre match warm up we eventually kicked off, unfortunately Mckoewn gave a penalty away after bringing down the opposition striker and was rightly dismissed by the referee, Hearn stepped in between the sticks and saved the subsequent penalty. The game was otherwise uneventful apart from the slight delay caused by the floodlight failure but Hearn soon got that fixed with a bit of chewing gum and a 4" nail.
As Hearn had finished his post match warm down and debrief with the lads and the post match interviews he noticed the state of the stands, bovril cups abound, so after giving them a sweep he switched the lights off, locked the gates and set off for home all the while troubled by one of those niggling thoughts in the back of his mind, "i am sure i had something to do today", he pressed on with his journey trying to recall what it was but to no avail. On return to Hearn Towers he made his horlicks and pondered what it could be, staring into his swirling cup of comfort his mind went blank, "oh well couldnt have been important" he thought, and made his way up the wooden hill to bedland.
Liam soon fell into a horlicks enduced slumber and he was quickly dreaming of a GTFC FA cup run, the mariners at Wembley, the old one bizarrely, well thats how dreams work isnt it? 89th minute, 0-0, Serge Makofo flying down the wing, twisting this way and that way before delivering a tantalising cross towards our sleeping hero, this is it, the chance for glory, a place in history of the greatest football club competition, all he has to do is... Hearn awakens from his slumber, jumps upright in a cold sweat....."Score, that was it, i have done everything else but score!!"

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Quoted from moosey_club

I must have missed that game where Scott and Hurst got delayed and couldnt make it so Hearn picked the team, unfortunately Dot's replacement had failed to wash the kit so he nipped home applied some vanish and gave them a quick cycle on fast wash..on his return JF was unaivable to meet and greet the opposing chairman as he was busy counting shares so Liam said hi as he passed by the burger van on his way to the dressing room he noticed a burger smouldering so he flipped it with a delicate touch from his left boot, on dropping the kit in to the team he had previously selected he pulled his back slightly but Dave Moore was stuck at the traffic lights on weelsby rd so he manipulated his own slipped disc just in time to speak to JT and give him a pre match thoughts interview. After running the team through the team talk and pre match warm up we eventually kicked off, unfortunately Mckoewn gave a penalty away after bringing down the opposition striker and was rightly dismissed by the referee, Hearn stepped in between the sticks and saved the subsequent penalty. The game was otherwise uneventful apart from the slight delay caused by the floodlight failure but Hearn soon got that fixed with a bit of chewing gum and a 4" nail.
As Hearn had finished his post match warm down and debrief with the lads and the post match interviews he noticed the state of the stands, bovril cups abound, so after giving them a sweep he switched the lights off, locked the gates and set off for home all the while troubled by one of those niggling thoughts in the back of his mind, "i am sure i had something to do today", he pressed on with his journey trying to recall what it was but to no avail. On return to Hearn Towers he made his horlicks and pondered what it could be, staring into his swirling cup of comfort his mind went blank, "oh well couldnt have been important" he thought, and made his way up the wooden hill to bedland.
Liam soon fell into a horlicks enduced slumber and he was quickly dreaming of a GTFC FA cup run, the mariners at Wembley, the old one bizarrely, well thats how dreams work isnt it? 89th minute, 0-0, Serge Makofo flying down the wing, twisting this way and that way before delivering a tantalising cross towards our sleeping hero, this is it, the chance for glory, a place in history of the greatest football club competition, all he has to do is... Hearn awakens from his slumber, jumps upright in a cold sweat....."Score, that was it, i have done everything else but score!!"

Bravo, bravo