The ephemeral majesty of the
FA Cup. The stuff of schoolboy dreams, of
romanticised days out, and of Liverpool in cream suits.
It's all a long way from the Horsfall Stadium in Bradford, where
Buxton
and
Bradford Park Avenue huffed and puffed for near enough ninety minutes, both
resolutely refusing to do anything of much note. The previous Saturday
the two teams had provided what was by all accounts a
fairly decent
game, and I can only assume that the effort that went into that display
left t...
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