January 2025. Gainsborough. Another month, another dose of non-league football, the perfect respite from the grind of funeral planning and powers of attorney. Non-league comes in many forms, of course, from the 7th tier semi-pros of Hastings and Macclesfield to the amateurs of Manchester City, whose season ticket prices my occasional seat at the Etihad… Continue reading GAINSBOROUGH TRINITY v MACCLESFIELD – ROBBIE SAVAGE’S WHITE COAT
Tag: Football
LOW KEY BUT LUSH. ASHFORD’S CRAFT BAR
November 2024. Ashford. Two (2) successive posts about Kent’s most beleaguered town (blimey, even Rainham is better these days), can Paul Bailey and I make Ashford the new beer destination ? Well, no, obviously not, but the Spoons is half decent, the flashy Curious Brewery by the station is plain curious, and that GBG sports… Continue reading LOW KEY BUT LUSH. ASHFORD’S CRAFT BAR
WEDNESDAY ON A TUESDAY
March 2024. Hillsborough. Americans may not be aware that there are two (2) sorts of football (“soccer” if you must). There’s the game played by Manchester City, Luton Town, and whoever else is in the Premier League these days, and another version known as “grassroots football” played by everyone else without access to the miracle… Continue reading WEDNESDAY ON A TUESDAY
At Kosovo’s national stadium, we’re outed as “Not Ultras”
April 2023. Picking maps to illustrate our foreign travels is always tricky, but this one might work for Kosovo. That reminds me; we still need to do Belgrade and Sofia. Bass recommendations for those places welcome. Pristina was a joy. The mix of brutalist housing, international businesses, crafty cafes and a bit of old city… Continue reading At Kosovo’s national stadium, we’re outed as “Not Ultras”
OH WHEN THE SAINTS, GO MARCHING IN
I’ve no idea why you’d want to see the pics from the Saints v City match but since I’m paid by the pound here they are. Some people would have headed to the Old Classics after the two ticks, before heading to the match. I just popped in the Giddy Bridge, packed with 270 City… Continue reading OH WHEN THE SAINTS, GO MARCHING IN
FROM ST. RADEGUND TO THE ABBEY
Some of you, no doubt Mrs RM, probably think I spend all my time travelling to and drinking in pubs. Nothing could be further from the truth. At least 10% of my life is spent carefully inserting errors in this blog for Russ to find, and 3% is spent searching Google maps for a good… Continue reading FROM ST. RADEGUND TO THE ABBEY