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| Lye Town lie down... |
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| The Bodging Lyes Down too, in fear of Scott Gennard, probably... |
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| You can't beat a brick Tardis... |
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| I like my visits to Kirby Muxloe... |
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| The shelter, the wires and the netting... |
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| Net view of far end, where I chased after loose balls in the warm-up, like a pet dog after a rubber ring... I guess it's what I do... |
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| A man's Home is his Kirby Muxloe Castle... |
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| Thinking this was a Victorian bog seat, I nearly urinated on it but then realised it was one of the most prestigious press-boxes in England... Love it. |
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| Damien Whitcombe captured in a moment when he wasn't actually moaning... |
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| After the rain, the sun; after the summer break, non-league football again... |
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| No-one likes them cuz they are the Lye. Wearing white and red today, they don't care though. |
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| Two soccer coaches and a baseball veteran... |
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| Even when Damo (4) is encouraging his men, it sounds like he's Moaning for England... |
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