Back to the ’70s.
Contrary to popular belief, Workington and Cambridge weren’t wearing flares and bell-bottoms on the pitch in that magical year of 1975*.
I wonder how many United fans made the short journey to the western Lakes ?
I never made it to Borough Park before they lost their league place to nasty WimbleMKdons the next season, but I haven’t let it get me down.
If you’d turned up this day you’d certainly have got in.
Crowds were heading dangerously close to less than a thousand as locals turned their attention to alternative pastimes like crazy golf and listening to the Bay City Rollers.
Or perhaps the locals were all paralytic on Slalom Laager, the only beer advertised in your 10p programme.
“Slalom Lager” you ask ?
Ten years go you’d have found a couple of basic pubs serving (just) Yates Bitter in the Guide. These days even the lively Spoons can’t make the GBG.
Something to do with local CAMRA rules about kilts and Hi-Vis, I believe.
By 6pm it was heaving. Rather more civil than the Sodom that is Winchester Spoons on a Thursday night, with Geordies on curry night outnumbering the cask heads about 5 to 1.
The next morning was more sedate.
Workington Spoons. 9.07am.
The floodgates have opened on Black Eye Friday.
That morning I gave Worky a proper assessment, and was pleasantly surprised,
The old pubs east of the shops may not sell cask but they looked the business.
OK, I came here on a wet and windy Wednesday in December rather than Summer, so I saw it at its best.
But the pie and pint combo looked worth a revisit.
If you’re really bored you can do a forensic comparison with local neighbours Barrow and tell me which most deserves a visit from the Southworths in 2023.
And if you’re brave, send 50p to Workington and get your photo taken with your favourite player.
*Was it ? I don’t remember.