Glapwell 0 Retford 1
Monday 13th April

For the first time this season, I was actually nervous before this game. Glapwell is an unassuming place, uninspiring in pretty much every way. I don't much like it, and I don't much like the people either. I didn't like it when we went there in the old NCEL days, and I haven't changed my opinion in the intervening years when soap operas and fixture lists have forced me to frequent one of my more local clubs.

As it turned out, I needn't have worried. My mos...
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Just so we're clear, Herself was watching Mistresses on the googlebox. I had suffered a day in south Nottingham learning all about Dreamweaver* and needed some fresh air. A quick scan of Tony Kempster's excellent-as-ever site alerted me to the fact that despite this being the start of the arse end of the season, there wasn't an awful lot happening in our neck of the woods. I would normally walk over hot coals not to go to Glapwell, but there was little other option. My last visit to Hall Corn...
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