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| The Bodging seems unsure about the Uttoxeter weather... |
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| I liked the fact that a grandstand was positioned beneath oval-ball posts... |
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| Rails from the racecourse, perhaps? |
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| No turnstile but instead I wanted to spin the chap round who stood in front of the hut... |
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| Net-view... |
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| The Dugouts Through the Net... Great name for a pub. |
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| Stoke? Potty. |
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| You can't beat a few trees... |
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| Could just see myself of a few years ago, leaving the pavilion in wicket-keeper's kit... |
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| Infinity? Nah, only two went in... |
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| Smudger sniffs snuff and walks like Mick Jagger... |
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| The troops appear from a long way off... |
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| The Uttoxeter skipper spots a speck of dust on his left sock... |
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| Wills (10) looks like a puppet about to be straightened by strings... |
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| Redshaw (10) has his crabbing on the rocks boots on... |
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| Goalie Langridge doesn't appear to like the rubber spider one of his team-mates is flashing around... |
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| Wills wasn't impressed that Tibbetts had aimed a little high in the warm-up... |
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| The toss... |
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| Respect... |
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| Togetherness... |
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| Silence... |
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| Alone... |
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| Clouds of fine rain... |
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| Uttoxeter rainbow... |
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