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Paulblue62 added 18:10 - Nov 1

We played well for most of the match. Bishop and Hunt were great. Hunt saw a lot of the ball and used it well. One of his best performances for us that I have seen. McGoldrick and Murphy were superb and look to have a real good understanding. Mick got it right today, as he normally does. Blackpool were pretty poor and offered little and I think they are certs for relegation. Wolves should be worried.
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Mullet added 19:12 - Nov 1

A final hurrah for Town at a recent staple of the Championship calendar in years gone by. Riga might have gone but a Baltic chill hung in the air, figuratively and literally as a massive Town contingent partied in the faces of dwindling and dead-eyed home support. Injury forced Mick into changes before kick off not once, but twice. Parr already dropping out with injury was joined by Gerken who apparently did his groin in the warm up. Ambrose joined the bench and McCarthy took a punt on the long Pole Bartman, sporting the Anthony Wordsworth memorial beard he grabbed the opportunity with both hands.

When news of Town's only available four fit big boys rippled across the bar pre-match, like a Conor Sammon effort, a few groans inevitably soon followed. On a pitch shorter than the average morning poo it set Town up nicely for the onslaught soon to follow. Skuse, Hyam and Bishop in midfield, Hunt, McG and Murphy made up the attacking the 1,2,3 as hoof and huff allowed.

Allardyce's heir-apparent took charge of his first game at Bloomfield road, presumably Brum's refusal to allow him his ambition of managing in the third tier next season, was just too good for Oyston to turn down. Fellow former Bungay High alumni Lewis headed up a teamsheet straight from an old backpage of 'one's to watch' that must have washed up on the beach. An attack that boasted yesterday's men like Delfouneso, Ranger and Miller was set out to test and tame Town to little avail.

The old Tangerine trick of cramming 22 men onto a kid's pitch had once got them as far as the Premiership, today it looked guaranteed to see them change division again. Town weathered a gentle battering of lofted balls and even loftier ambitions of ever breaching a defence that was unbeaten in many, untenable in a few and unbelievable quite often in recent weeks. McCarthy might be a footballing contronym, depending on who you ask at Ipswich but we saw both faces of a side that can rumble and run with the best of them in this league.

Teddy tumbled just inches before crossing the 12 yard line, Hunt and Didz stood over it. Lewis showed a touch of the ex-factor as he flapped at a ball well beyond him and off the bar. Bishop would run unchecked again only to stab just wide. Presumably the long-term absentee Hunt had got a taste for outstretched gloves, just two minutes later a bizarre drive at his own goalkeeper welcomed Bialkowski to the fold and into the game. The man of a thousand mispronunciations pushing a stunning drive in the wrong direction well wide and no award of a backpass either. One hopes Stephen does not golf in similar fashion.

Blackpool's best chance out of the way, Town pushed on. Chambo did his best to maraud forward and boy wonder Bishop flicked ball and hair across his face and wide of goal. Something was brewing. Unfortunately for Town it would be Miller to tee up the next decent chance, beating himself and his man to run clear he squared for Ranger who showed all the intelligence of a man who tattoed his own name on his visage. Unable to get his feet the right way round from close range, the ball was swept away.

Town had been forced to match a home side in every way conceivable. Physically, we shook of their frontline's mirroring of the home side as hands were plunged into faces with each fresh hump and Hunt dug in to the left flank to pin back Daniels in a game where fullbacks rarely got forward. T's little wonder Town looked much changed and out of character. However when Mings finally got up there things began to happen.

Revelation Tyrone, swirled a clever ball off of a Hunt reversal. Bishop stabbed ball into sandy turf and a trick of the line allowed McG to ghost in and repeat the feat past Lewis and into the net. What a treat for travelling Town fans who got up on the feet as Blackpool's fans sunk down.

The left side which won Town the lead, kept up the pressure as Town looked to capitalise on the lead. A flowing ten minute period of football looked to beat the opposition and ref into insomnia as Hyam received a card for a silly handful of shirt he grabbed almost from the restart it seemed. It would ultimately curtail an unlikely attack and Luke's influence in the rest of a game. A second half of watching the ball go over his head and his man stay within range beckoned.

The second half began in similar fashion with barely two minutes gone Skuse went down clutching his groin. On a surface where players could barely stretch their legs, the ball stroking Skuse was left crumpled on the turf waiting to joining a long list below Parr of groin-related absence for Town this month. On came Anderson once Bialkowski had saved from a smart long range strike – a little too close, but comfortable.

A good bit of play saw every touch deflected yet again off of home appendage, desperate in their attempts to impress upon their new manager a desire to survive in a game and a division which looked beyond them already. McG forced a save from Lewis at the back post before Murph again launched an attack off his head from the resultant set piece. Tidy.

From the building pressure Town finally broke the backline of Blackpool in delicate style. Man of the match and boy of the moment Bishop collected a short throw. Turning out three orange shirts like a one man Chinese laundry, the ginger Messi skilled his way to the byline, kept it in neatly and played it onto the traction engine foot that goal machine Murphy has. Two nil, too much for many and the beginning of the end. Hunty tried to wrestle the youngster to the floor with glee as Town players mobbed scorer and provider alike. Beautiful.

Soon after the cause of nightmares up and down the Fylde coast tonight was put to bed, as Teddy said goodnight and Tabb came on to hilarious calls for him to “use yer height buh” in a game not ready made for midfielders of any size. Petering out the game matched the home fans high concept modern art. As the seconds ticked by, more and more of the host's lifeblood dripped out of the ground, leaving empty seats and empty hearts all around. A clever lampoon of the Oyston era perhaps. We kept on signing.

An already stretched squad was scared by temporary injuries to Smith and Mings alike. Sammon had become our third change within the 90 meaning Tommy's faceful of matchball left him collapsed on the floor and Town fearful. Mings went down at the death clutching leg and air alike, only to recover enough to see out full time. It was enough to see Hunt and Sammon make misses remarkable enough to mark down our wastefulness in a game where two goals should have been more.

The long-haired Irishman had two players square and managed to find the side net with a sloppily open instep when celebrations beckoned. Sammon likewise was again all guts and no glory. Doing everything and beating the keeper, as well as the post and ball boy with an angled effort well wide. Summoning nostalgia for players like Abou and ParkinBooo! The loanee will receive exponentially more criticism no doubt for another frustrating movement of little consequence.

All in all, the hoodoo is broken. A win is a win, and whilst we might have been stamping on the division's trapdoor today. Leaving the tangerines dangling still so far from Christmas, is irrelevant in our quest to march on and over the backs of anyone and everyone in our way. Hopefully we won't be back here for some time, regardless of where Blackpool finish this season it's time for Town shine on the big stage again. Today was as good a time to practice as ever.
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Letchworth_Blue added 18:59 - Nov 2

Bart - after a nervy start thought he did ok, although didn't have much to do.
Mings - bit of a lazy performance to be honest considering he had a week off. Needs to injected little more urgency. Lost his man on a number of occasions.
Chambers - solid performance. Better than last week.
Berra - excellent.
Smith - lost out to a few headers in the first half, but was very good in the 2nd.
Hyam - thought was very good. Tireless energy all game. We are a poorer side without him.
Skuse - solid enough, but so predictable. Surely our other (many) midfielders can offer something extra?
Bishop - excellent (mom). Not just his surging runs but his tackling was spot on all afternoon.
Hunt - good performance, ran his socks off.
Didz - solid. Good touches and worked hard. Wish he would stay up though as he makes me nervous when 'helping out' at the back.
Murphy - quiet game.

Ando - good when he came on. Nice touches and a couple of good runs/crosses.
Sammon - what a miss!
Tabb - won a header, think that was it.

Ref - gave everything to Blackpool as expected.
ITFC fans - great support.
BFC fans - 'football in a library'.
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