Whereas these lads

 https://youtu.be/e-TgqpobVu0

A bit of context behind this video. The number 9 for Grimsby, Omar Bogle, was brought to the club essentially through a crowd-funded initiative. The previous year (2015) Grimsby just fell short at the final hurdle, losing in the play-off final on penalties to Bristol Rovers. Arguably Rovers should have played most of the game with 10 players after the goalkeeper committed a ‘last defender’ foul on a Grimsby player haring down on goal. 

Instead of moping in the Summer, supporters banded together and did what they could to give their team that extra bit of firepower, and raised £110,000 for the playing budget. The club's turnover that year was £1.9m. For once people power beat the deep pockets of business, in the shape of Forest Green Rovers’ owner who bankrolled losses of £3m a year on a turnover of £1m. Yes you read that right. Up until that third goal was scored in injury time, years of disappointment gave many the feeling that victory could be snatched away at any moment. When he slid down on his backside in the corner after scoring, the never to be forgotten Nathan Arnold* was expressing the same sense of relief and release that thousands watching felt.

A year later. After a ban on 'inflatables' following an 'assault' with a blow-up shark at Barnet (I kid you not), a guy with access to alcohol and the internet launched a crowd-funder for a Mariachi band instead. This was duly done and Trump wants to build the wall around Grimsby.

It may not have been the division’s most talented squad, but they were no slouches by any means, and nobody could fault their work ethic and team spirit. The salaries the players were on were probably good by the standards of most people in the town of Grimsby, but they were relatable incomes. These were honest, hardworking, skilled men in precarious livelihoods, with commensurate pay. That probably helped the sense of togetherness. It was not the most successful of periods in Grimsby Town Football Club's history, and they were not the best players ever to pull on the black & white shirts. But it was a time rich in shared experience. There were nearly as many downs as ups. But they were shared. And there were some splendid, boisterous but good-natured days out.**

Sadly most lower division football grounds are about as full as this now. As we all know, Covid-19 is particularly dangerous in open spaces, but has no power in pubs and restaurants (until 22:00) or schools

* not just because he scored the decisive goal, but because of the way he conducted himself as a man in the community. On his day he was no mean talent on the pitch either. If the supporters had got to decide who scored that goal, Nathan Arnold would have garnered a large percentage of the votes.

** Stand-out memories include a stag party in 'Scouse' wigs jumping on the pitch for a kick-about at Borehamwood at half-time (cue Keystone Cops chase); Wigs at Woking; 40 Belgians pushing each other up the steep hill from the pub to the stadium at Dover; Bin Boy at Southport; Inflatables at Barnet; 'Fish' at Wembley provoking 30,000 Bristolians to sing 'Good Night Irene' .

A more professionally written version of the same story