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“Are you cold or have you contracted parkinson’s in the last five minutes?”
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It had felt like a lifetime ago (1 month) since I’d last witnessed a Magpies game, or any football match for that matter. So naturally, when I saw the tweet from Eastbourne Borough, saying the game had passed a pitch inspection, coupled with our *ahem* excellent fortunes on the pitch we were buzzing for…
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“The Walsall Sleeper?! That sounds like Kamasutra!”
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The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, but seldom do they include waking up in a Premier Inn in fucking Fleet of all places. Fortunately for this weekend, no plans had been laid. Given the weather at present, none of us had even considered the possibility of the match being…
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“Bunch of pricks”
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Like Eastleigh fans signing about Yaya and Kolo Toure on Boxing Day, or the strangely resilient appeal of Dave Allen, Weston-Super-Mare AFC is one of the enduring perplexities of modern non-league football. On the face of things they are a club whose ground only Poole could ever be envious of, and whose wage bill…
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What do you do when you live in one of the best cities in the world and have a free weekend before Christmas? Go to the theatre? Go shopping on the world famous Oxford Street? No. You go to the pub with other non-league losers and get absolutely cunted.
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“There was a shit on the toilet floor. That’s my type of anarchy”
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They say that moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do. So in a week in which I have moved both house and job, I was left a little stressed at times, and asking all the usual questions. What if I don’t like the area? What if I don’t like…
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“Three points and a cup of tea”
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Celebrating a rare victory. (and Tom doing his ‘special’ face.) The day started off with the usual routine: Tom and Fred getting to the pub ridiculously early, Eames texting us asking where we were as we had forgotten to let him know the plans and me, stuck on a train 20 minutes late. Again.…