442 -442 -442 Imps 5 Accrington 1 A View from the Stacey West

03 March 2011 20:19
The Night The Passionistas brought the Imps back from the dead against Accrington Stanley   Imps 5 Accrington 1 A view from the Stacey West  from 2008/9    This was a watershed in Peter Jackson’s reign as Lincoln manager. One nil down at half time, with one ruled out and a Beevers clearance off the line; the cry went up from two in the home end, It stread like wild fire until every Imp on the Stacey West, bomed 4-4-2, 4-4-2, 4-4-2.    Jacko would not admit it but the formation was indeed changed to 4-4-2 surely a consequence of the cacophony of noise from the militant  2625 Imps. And so it would come to pass that Peter listened, finally tiring of the pretty boy mentality that has blunted our potential. Graham unluckily went off, Oakes and Lenell John-Lewis deservedly departed. That we have allowed two players like Lewis and Dany N’Guessan to force us to play effectively with nine or less when you consider the immobile Oakes, perhaps sums up our plight. But no more for Christmas was about to come early as the Sincil Tinsel glistened brighter than any Premiership star.   Behold the creatures of the night. On came the Count, a darker version of the Swan and Sam Mullarkey. Brown dropped back to left midfield to much greater effect an immaculate concept will be to play him on the left each week. It took the four horseman of the apocalypse but 20 minutes to gel, joined by a born again Frecklington, who came back from the dead before our very eyes. And then there was mayhem. Accy simply could not cope with the awesome swarm on the Stacey West goal. This was hard beauty and the beast total football league two style that screamed goals and a hammering of Biblical proportions. For Friday’s  lesson would be the gospel of attacking football and we the fans would see the signs and a meteoric signal of intent. This was all our dreams come true in 26 minutes of high octane passionate passing football played by the Princes in the darkness to the rhythm of the drum.   Brown beat two before sending an instinctive cross onto the head of Wright denied only by a brilliant parry from Arthur. But this half our predators come in two’s and Count Patulea played the odd and pounced to make it evens. All could sense blood. Freck was unlucky with two shots as he and Mullarkey surged forward eager to be part of everything. A superb one two between Sam and Adi saw Patulea power one into the right-hand upright. Sam then played a wonderful cross across goal as three gave chase to meat it. Third man lucky Brown headed home of a despairing defender for his first City goal.   No one got the chance to sit down for the rest of the game. Wright then flicked a corner from Green in in his inimitable style for the third. A superb through ball from Sam to Frecklington saw him play to Wright. He killed it dead took two out of the game and played to Patulea. He doesn’t miss them, despatching another to meet its maker for his second. Man of the match Mullarkey surged forward from the restart finding Adrian who nipped inside only to be caught by a defender.  Strangely he did not get a chance to get his hatrick as Freck got a confidence booster.  Arthur guessed right but was unable to quite get enough on it to keep it out.   They say Rome wasn’t built in a day. Many had questioned Jacko of late. But he inspired his players at half time and finally put his foot down. This was an awesome statement of intent. This was Accy thumped. 

Source: FOOTYMAD