Being In Glapwell, March 2009…
The smell!
Farm faced a stone-wall,
Low, partially disguising
White paint
On crouched, covered sheds
In Glapwell, windy, on high…
The shell!
Pitch nestled green, snug,
Down, partially camouflaging
White paint
On undulating perimeter lines
In Glapwell, match-night nigh!
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| YOU CAN JUST MAKE OUT THE UPTURN... |
Pete Ray
Glapwell FC, close to a farm but the playing surface curved upwards at one end, like a skateboarding park.
Brilliant!
THE YOUNG VANISH INN, WHERE I ENJOYED A PRE-GAME MEAL AND A BEER...
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