Wrexham 2 Lincoln 4 Heroic Imps Slay Dragons – St Nicolau Take A Bow
Holdsworth’s 4-2-3-1 put the Dragons to the sword. Wrexham boss Morrell, compensated for two suspensions, to over-tinker with both formation and personnel, to the extent that his side looked like strangers. The Imps were bright and inventive, taking the game by the scruff of the neck, to lead, live dangerously and then kill the foe off second half. But let us not get too ahead of ourselves, for at last there is a match report, nay a performance, for us to shine our horns, pump out our chests and crow of the feats of those in red and white (well blue) that champion the pride of Impdom. The red cross of St George, the standard of our city, did go to Wales and slay 11 dragons this day. Hip hip hooray!
For the benefit of Dragons fans, visiting the site for the first time, first the formations, then the match report and finally more stats than you can shake an Imp or Dragon at. Thanks for reading Neil Gentleman-Hobbs
Wrexham 2–4 Lincoln City
(H/T 0 –1)
Nicolau 20 Taylor 56 Robinson 69 Colbeck 79 Larkin 88 Clarke 90
Dragons 3648 Imps 161
The teams & Schemes
2 Wright (Y-37) 23 Westwood 6 Riley 16 Hunt
7 Cieslewicz 12 Keates 14 Clarke
10 Ormerod 9 Wright 11 Morrell
5 Walker (Y-33) for Riley 73 Colbeck for Morrell 74 Rushton for Walker
18 Walker, 19 Rushton, 21 Colbeck, 24 Devine, 26 Morton.
18 Bore 20 Miller 5 Boyce 30 Gilbert
4 Mills 15 Gray (Y-45+2)
7 Smith (Y-45+3) 39 Robinson 16 Nicolau
10 Taylor (Y-33)
64 Sheridan for Smith, 75 Larkin for Taylor, 86 Power for Robinson
27 Turner, 8 Power, 37 Fofana , 12 Sheridan , 34 Larkin
But to the game fellow fans, to the game.
Wrexham kicked off and duly lost possession to Bore, for once in his natural possession of right back, ditto Gray in defensive midfield centre with Mills. Bore chipped forward, Taylor scampered, but alas, one on one, shot wide centimetres wide. Bore tore down the flank and centred, but Taylor again missed the target, diverting just over the bar. Robinson, the young prodigal son in the centre of the advanced midfield trio fired a fizzing low 25-yard dam buster bouncing bomb, straight down ex-cod Coughlin’s throat.
There was further woe in the Wrexham back four, as Riley limped off for Walker. A quick throw from Bore saw Taylor pulled back for off-side. Not the best ref Huxtable, he would book five first half in a game of just two dozen fouls all told. Ormerod hit a decent drive wide before Gray also shot wide at the other end. Hunt has a great long delivery and found Wright who twisted, but again failed to test Farman, all but capped at England C. Would the Imps pay for our early misses, one thought as the Dragons found their rhythm and fire. Keates corner was cleared well by Bore, no longer an ex-fish out of water and reborn it would seem at right back. Gray stopped Clarke in his tracks, the look of innocence incarnate, got him off the hook along with Keates free-kick , that hardly served poetic justice.
Youth proof Robinson won possession and the hunger and desire in his eyes, saw him carve the left-flank wide open. The cross confused the new centre-half pairing who could only half clear to the marauding Gray, ever revelling in his new-found midfield pastures. His drive found Nicolau, who killed it dead before despatching a left-footer to meet its maker. One- nil Imps with twenty on the clock. Sit on it we did not as the red waves were countered, allowing Taylor another opportunity that Coughlin saved and claimed. Farman naturally did his bit holding a left foot drive from Morrell, as the lively end to end contest continued.
Robinson romped and won a corner then Gilbert was elbowed on the blind side of a ref that could hear, smell or see no evil it appeared. The lino did, but a word was enough it seemed. Reg was Wrexham red with anger and remonstrated from the dugout. Miller went down too, before Imp personified Taylor bless him, slid/did Walker who got up and promptly pushed him to the ground. The handbags were raised and whilst Miller received the magic sponge Jamie Taylor was booked for the challenge and Walker got the same for the retaliation.
Wright was next in the book, for a choice old-skool late challenge on Gilbert before Wrexham won two corners that Miller and Boyce repelled in England my England style. The cross border skirmishes continued with Mills and Clarke going head to head for the ball, with the captain seeing stars for a while. Gray was then booked for delaying his throw before getting another unseen nudge in the back at the corner. There was still time enough in injury time for Smith to be booked for taking his time at a corner.
Both managers kept the faith with Wrexham enjoying the early possession and getting three free-kicks and a corner. Robinson bucked the trend, turned on a sixpence, beat his man, but blasted well wide. Taylor the beauty, then did it again. Mills played to Nicolau who threaded to Taylor. The diminutive dead-shot, beat his man with one touch then curled a 25-yard peach that left Coughlin mesmerized. The 161 of Impdom were dancing all day at the dragon’s den then. A Walker throw found Clarke but his drive was wide of the right-hand post.
Robinson was then denied a stone-wall penalty shout, from a ref that gave us nought, with Nicolau’s drive denied by Coughlin’s dive. He then saved a goal-bound Smith drive who was then replaced by Sheridan. Robinson was not to be denied his goal however and it was a beauty. Miller ran from deep and clipped in a sweet centre that Connor cut just inside the post. Morrell decided on a double substitution to see if they could salvage anything from three down. Colbeck replaced the manager and Rushden came on for Walker. Larkin then came on for Taylor.
Wrexham began to pressure the Imps. Wright headed just over and Farman saved well from a Keates set-piece. A glorious long ball from Wright found Colbeck who volleyed an 18 yard rocket into the top right-hand corner for 3-1. Omerod shot on the turn but Miller’s block was judged ball to hand as the penalty appeals were waved away. Power then replaced Robinson with 4 minutes on the clock. Two minutes later Larkin read Nicolau’s cute cross-field thirty-yard peel, to turn inside and clip past Coughlin. Four-one and an away-day indeed. Nicolau – perhaps yet a pretender to the long absent play-maker throne – peeled another of those fabled Jacko carrots, to curl a beauty against the post. The Dragons still had one more consolation in them. A superb ball from Wright found Clarke who gave Farman no chance with a left-footed 12- yarder, just inside the post.
So 4-2, the Imps are up to 20th, has the phoenix risen from the ashes, fanned by the Dragon’s breath? One thing is for sure, we will be up for the cup, against reincarnated Halifax at the bank. Will it be Sincil swank? Oh for a ticket for that one as Sincil surely salivates.
Wrexham – Lincoln City
shots on includes goals and saves includes crosses claimed
52% Ball 48%
6 Shots on 11
3 Misses 5
3 Saves 2
11 Corners 6
0 Offside 4
9 Fouls 15
2 Yellows 3
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