A living museum to the grounds a lot of us used to love visiting in the 70s/80s/90s
Residential area, four corners, crumbling terraces, stands that don’t match, close to the pitch, low rusty roof, piss streaming out from under the bog door, old bill with an attitude problem, I’m sure I even smelt boiled burgers and fried onions last time I was there but probably imagined that.
This isn’t a pop or sarcasm. For a nostalgia buff I love it and when ever I go I’m always promoting it to my teenage son because when it goes (which it will eventually) it’ll be gone forever.
[regarding any replies, I’ve put my tin hat on!]
Residential area, four corners, crumbling terraces, stands that don’t match, close to the pitch, low rusty roof, piss streaming out from under the bog door, old bill with an attitude problem, I’m sure I even smelt boiled burgers and fried onions last time I was there but probably imagined that.
This isn’t a pop or sarcasm. For a nostalgia buff I love it and when ever I go I’m always promoting it to my teenage son because when it goes (which it will eventually) it’ll be gone forever.
[regarding any replies, I’ve put my tin hat on!]