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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