The Bodging finds himself on the bench @ Whitnash... |
"If we move this goal-frame over there, I reckon we'll score a dozen..." |
The open grandstand seating, with celebratory flags... |
One of the Town players asks the Coach if he can take a pee... |
A straight line, unless I've had a beer or two... |
The scary Lee and a dancer with an umbrella... |
We're ready. Where's the ref? |
There he is! But in his coat? |
The ref's gone again... So a linesman eats his flag. Bet he's been told to do that a few times in his career... |
The tosser of the coin is back again, don't you know... |
Lee Scott models Whitnash-Wear, autumn 2014... |
Whitnash sunset... |
Interval smiles... |
Interval vile... |
The huge, vociferous crowd is treated to a flood of goals... |
The Follies find themselves in the shade... |
Not quite the image Mr Wardle wanted me to take... |
The Suffering Mr Teggin... |
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