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| Nowhere to park though and saw no programmes for sale, although it seems that there was one... Thanks for that. |
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| Martin Hutchcox is about warm up for Whitnash by sprinting across the main road, side to side, without being run over... |
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| Folly Lane's main grandstand. The middle branches form the best seats... |
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| The Bodging becomes a little entangled in the drama of the evening... |
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| Stretchers for the injured... |
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| Whitnash: leisurely, pre-match... |
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| Folly Lane: up and ready, pre-match... |
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| Martin Hutchcox explains to Edwin Greaves that he only ever had an injured ankle during the regular season whilst wearing Coventry United colours. It was OK tonight though... |
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| Whitnash 'keeper Stacey shows how he sleeps with a ball at home... |
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| Pleasantries... |
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| Martin Hutchcox clutches an imaginary pint... |
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| No, Martin, this just isn't cricket... |
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| One helluva lump of bird shit drops on Folly Lane and Whitnash... |
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| Folly Lane had been forced to cut the lawn and play... |
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