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| The Bodging makes himself at home @ Boldmere... |
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| Naked dugouts... |
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| The grandstand view... |
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| The pitch has vertigo... |
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| The roof soon to be attacked by Ricky Anslow's first shot... |
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| Inspired, Lye warm up... |
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| St Michael's: I wonder whether Scott Gennard would greet the Saint with "Yam aw-rite, Mike?" |
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| Black flag marks the quicksand, I reckon... |
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| Nice net... |
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| Post-Christmas pudding... |
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| Angles all askew... |
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| The custodian warms up... |
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| No player was actually called Mike, so perhaps a change to The Kierons, or the Damiens? |
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| What? Sit, scoff and pee up there in February? No chance. |
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| Where the Directors do their match-day ironing... |
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| You'd never land a helicopter with those angles... |
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| He doesn't look that old... |
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| Ben Jevons is excited by the word 'Whip'... |
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| The Sloggers and the Peaky Blinders... |
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| Nearly time to touch hands... |
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| The Boldmere 'keeper looks rather guilty, as Damien Whitcombe, (last player in blue) wonders who's nicked his hand-puppet... |
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| St Mike blesses the Flyers and they go on to win 0-5... |
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