Oi! Time for the off!After I had infiltrated Belper's top boys (average age 73) with a plastic spoon (milky) I lifted from the condiments table, I spent the remaining 86 minutes behind the goal that Leek were attacking. In the lashing wind and driving rain, Groundhog and I were among the *six.*
Hardcore.
1-1, ill-deserved equaliser in the dying minutes. Squalid as sport goes. Posh clubhouse though. "We only do Guinness Extra Cold." Ha facking ha.
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I watched a minute of the YouTube clip... dismaying... that you'd be aware of such a link.
Belper's clubhouse sounds ideal - posh works, though it's the damp journey home that attests your mettle. And for info: it wasn't easy locating the score, online, at about midnight. It shouldn't be this way.
Yes.
Do you know... I even had to have an old-fashioned telephone conversation with the chairman to establish whether the match was on. You bet I'm INDIGNANT.
But actually: The Pyramid must not pander to the information age, no.
In other news, I have uncovered an astoundingly good Stoke-based writer (who doesn't know he's good). Or rather, somebody else did it for me. He gave good critique and even better verse. Rare indeed, I'd venture.
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