Vics 1 Imps 3 Kerr Vanquishes Vics
But let us venture back to a romantic cup tie and an atmosphere that will be long treasured by Lincoln, our Cathedral City and Gods County united to an Imp. Cruncher Kerr loves the big ones, and has never been found wanting on such occasions. Oh what a pivotal Captain`s role he played yesterday. He Shane and Herd weathered the storm along with the imperious Watt, winged beast Hughton, happy Heath, and real life action hero 'Arnie Schwarzenegger` Kovacs. Allegedly the magnificent Magyar aka Giant of The Imps, grinds men`s bones to make his bread, and clearly Vic`s battering ram Jonnie Allan was about to have a bumpy ride. But enough of giants and keeper kicking ogres, for it would be the smaller but no less herculean figure of our captain and midfield general who would leave his mark on this one.
Undoubtedly early doors they came at us a huffing and a puffing at the wall that Sutton built. One designed on a not so sticky second hand post-it that might well destruct in 10 seconds the way our luck was going. Fashioned with loans aplenty it was in reality made entirely from brains, brawn and counter attacking endeavour, fitting attributes for Bomber County. Kerr led by example as he Herd and Shane Clarke crowded out danger man Bailey, as the young patchwork quilt seems held firm and if anything was quick to spread its shape all over the field of play. As a single kindred spirit the players and fans began to earn the right to play. At the very epicentre Kerr the Captain inspired his young chargelings with tenacious tackling, non stop encouragement and three moments of quintessential quality, to in one fell FA swoop top the Imps assists chart.
The first saw him coolly chip against the charge out tide , leaving Fingers Fagan to turn and volley home with aplomb. We would weather an onslaught until half time, though finesse at the back and poor finishing would suggest the Imps were destined for Round 3. But no straight after half time the Vics scored with danger man Bailey swivelling to volley home the equaliser. Within two minutes Kerr played a magnificent 40 yard through ball that saw Jamie Clarke run through, and despite a last ditch tackle, keep his feet to put the ball into the corner. For 15 minutes Northwich threw the kitchen sink at us, which Watt dealt with and mighty Kovacs doubtless dented. Kerr then played a perfectly weighed pass, Jamie Clarke again peeled off the shoulder and calmly drilled it into the same bottom corner to the right of the despairing keeper.
If you looked out of your windows bright and early this morning there was a rainbow, a heavenly sign indeed. And at the end of this rainbow there appears to be a genuine crock of gold that continues to fill every round. As it stands today our FA Cup plunder must be close to £150,000, no small beer for the Imps. But City wide celebrations and County pride tell you this means far more to the Cathedral City than just cash. No this is a cup run and it will be all eyes on ball forty-five at ten to four today. I have never seen my son as happy as he was yesterday - as an Imp. How nice it would be, to sometime soon see, other young smiling faces choosing to wear the shirt from the kingdom of the Imps.