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| The Bodging sits where he should sit... |
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| The visitors are cloaked in secrecy... |
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| At least I'll know who to go to when I nick some more iron drain covers... |
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| The sun shines on Bromsgrove... |
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| Reminded me of waiting for the 3.35 train at Lea Hall station, Brum... |
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| Ah, evidence that the Bromsgrove & District Sewing & Knitting Circle has been practising at the ground... |
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| A non-knitted section of netting... |
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| The glorious grandstand... |
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| If you suffer a few minutes of amnesia, at least you know instantly where you are... |
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| Swifts look er, less than swift during the warm-up... |
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| Man impaled by vicious corner-flag... |
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| Now THAT is a shelter... |
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| Nice accommodation, nicer sunset... |
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| The Swifts stand straight; some of the Rouslers look a little dishevelled... |
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| The men under the moon... |
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| Despite the loudspeaker system, a fellow still walked round the edge of the pitch with a board displaying the winning raffle ticket number... Priceless. A flashback to Fellows Park, Walsall... |
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