Manchopper in….Radcliffe (Radcliffe Town FC)

Result: Radcliffe Town 4-3 Croftlands Park (Lancashire FA Amateur Cup 1st Round)

Venue: King George V Playing Fields/Outwood Road (Saturday 14th September 2019, 2pm)

Att: 8 (hc)

It was the weekend of the FA Vase once again, but with little overly exciting pulled out of the hat during the draw, and a want to stay local, it soon became apparent that the Vase wouldn’t be the competition for me this time around. However, there were a multitude of other, local competitions around and one of these was the Lancashire Amateur Shield – a competition that includes teams from around Cumbria as well as the Lancastrian stronglands and Manchester too; and it was this spread that made this game all the more attractive. Radcliffe Town, of the Lancashire Amateur League would be entertaining Furness Premier League side Croftlands Park and so a decision was made. To Radcliffe!

I would be meeting blog regular Dan somewhere within the Radcliffe area during the day, but I would be arriving first to have my usual peruse of the town centre and sample the local ‘delights’. Having bought a bus/tram ticket to cover my daily travel, I caught both transportation methods and arrived in Radcliffe within an hour of setting off. Not too bad. Disembarking at Radcliffe tram-stop at a little before midday, my early arrival drink options were fairly limited and so I decided to head off into the centre and have a little look at the sights which, to be honest, aren’t all too plentiful, though the area around the bridge is pleasant enough – although it had been tinged with sadness due to the events of a few days earlier – floral tributes lining one side of the bridge.

Arriving in Radcliffe

Morning Star


However, my planned route did take me more back out and beyond the tram-stop as I wanted to take in a swift look at the Radcliffe Tower and an old barn that remains strangely out of sync with its surroundings. Anyway, this led me towards the old church just beyond the town centre and a pub named the Morning Star just before it. Nothing much to report here really, other than my trope of choosing a beer that isn’t on returned once more and so I settled on a recommended Coors and it was pretty good too, tbh. A nice taste to it, so can’t complain and especially so at just the £2.75 a pint.

After watching a bit of the Test Match here, I continued on through the rather neglected church grounds and through to the main road, passing under the tram/rail bridge and passing by the New Swan and Old Cross pubs before finding the tower and barn I’d been searching out, as well as another old church hidden away beyond another playing area adorned with ‘Radcliffe Juniors FC’, though this doesn’t seem to be the same place that the Manchester League side play at, so must be the actual site of the NPL outfit’s junior teams. Away from that, let’s get back onto the important stuff – PUBS!!! Whilst Dan was having bus issues (i.e. doing a me and going the wrong way), I popped into the Joseph Holt’s branded Old Cross for a Crystal Gold (£2.96), with the dog in here being not much more than a huge, black mop! Honestly, you couldn’t see anything other than its coat and nose. A lovely big thing he was, though he wasn’t too interested in me and preferred to save his energy to play with the kids who came in a little later.


East Lancs Paper Mill gates

Old Cross

Radcliffe is a town within the Metropolitan Borough of Bury, Greater Manchester. Historically a part of Lancashire, the town lies in the valley of the River Irwell and just a few miles from both Bury and Manchester at either side, whilst being somewhat conjoined with Whitefield. There has been evidence found suggesting activity back to the Mesolithic period (6000 BC), as well as Roman and Norman footprints – a Roman road having run along the current border between Radcliffe and Bury, whilst the town was mentioned in the Domesday Book as “Radeclive” (deriving from the Old English words read and clife – meaning the red cliff or bank) and became more of a parish centre within the High Middle Ages – its Grade I Listed St. Mary’s Church and Radcliffe manorial tower being central in this. It has also been known as Radclive and Radeclif, with the Radcliffe name hailing from here.

The aforementioned Roman road linked the forts at Mamucium (Manchester) and Bremetannacum (Ribchester) and during the Norman conquests, Radcliffe became a parish and township in the hundred of Salford and county of Lancashire, made up of the hamlets of the, more central, area of Radcliffe and the Radcliffe Bridge crossing of the Irwell. It was also held as a Royal Manor by Edward the Confessor before transferring to the Normans and William de Radeclive and later came under the ownership of the House of York-supporting Pilkington family during the Wars of the Roses. They owned much of the land and areas around the parish, with Thomas Pilkington being lord of many an estate in the Lancashire area. However, upon Richard III’s death at the Battle of Bosworth, Pilkington was attainted and thus had his lands removed, with Earl Thomas Stanley being handed the areas of Pilkington and Bury as a reward for his support; though Radcliffe would later fight on the side of the Parliamentarians, alongside Bolton, against the Royalists, who included Bury in their ranks.

More church action

Radcliffe Tower

In the 1600’s, woollen weaving became the first acknowledged industry in Radcliffe and the first mill was added in 1780 by Robert Peel, though poor conditions and an outbreak of typhoid within the staff and child workers led to the Factory Act being enforced, the mill turning around its fortunes in this regard. Coal had been long-sourced in the area, with Adam de Radeclyve fined for digging on common land nearby in the first instances of coal getting in the North West of England in 1246, but steam power within the industrial revolution transformed the area and as many as 50 collieries sprung up, though all but a couple were closed by the end of the 19th century. Textiles continued to be a force in the town too, with guncotton being produced through the First World War, whilst paper became a latter stronghold, with the East Lancs and Radcliffe Paper Mills popping up – whilst ensuring much needed employment for the local workforce, with the cotton famine affecting the town, as well as the coal sources drying up.

In later years and during World War II, Radcliffe became a centre for making munitions, aircraft parts and other military hardware, whilst other civilian transports were also made here, as were foundries and other machinery makers who continued to move into the area. Chemical makers soon followed before much fell into decline, the textile industry falling away by the 1950’s and the paper mills battling on into the early 21st century, though this deindustrialisation has led to an increase in population However, the town’s joining the municipal borough of Bury has, apparently, led to some seeing this as Radcliffe losing its independence and identity. It is served by metrolink (the old Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway line) and regular buses to Manchester and Bury, as well as surrounding areas, though many old rail lines and former canal routes have long since closed and/or been abandoned. Local alumni include Pvt. James Hutchinson VC, 1936 Olympic Bronze medallist cyclist Harry Hill, three-time World Snooker champ John Spencer and, perhaps most famously, Oscar-winning film director, Danny Boyle.

New Swan

‘Exploring’ the town centre

Lock Keeper

Finishing up in the Old Cross after watching the early stages of the Liverpool-Newcastle game, I back-tracked to the New Swan (probably the older of the pubs I visited) for a Boddington’s (£2.60), whilst arranging to meet Dan on the other side of the bridge at the Lock Keeper. This is around a 10 minute walk which takes you past the old East Lancs Paper Mill gates in a small garden square and under the rail arches once more, before a cut-through of the centre and crossing of the bridge gets you to this pub, which sits at the foot of the road and hill that leads to the ground. I found Dan taking in the rare sunshine of recent times on one of the tables outside, whilst being occasionally entertained whilst supping at Coors and Carling (both around £3.50) respectively. You should be able to guess what I was on by this point. If not, seek out the answer!

From here we crossed the main road that runs up to Bury and uphill, arriving at the ground via a dirt path (and climbing an incline) a couple of minutes into the game. Accruing information that the current score was still goalless from those (few) spectators who’d arrived for kick-off, I relayed this to Dan before we could settle in for the game ahead. The main King George V playing fields pitch is fully barred-off and is open, grass standing all the way around, though half of the far end is inaccessible due to bushes. There’s a dugout on each side, one for each team, whilst another pitch sits alongside and was hosting the Town Reserve side today. That’s pretty much all there is to say about the ground and so this is the story of Radcliffe Town FC….

(A rather short) History Lesson:

Radcliffe Town Football Club was founded in 1935 although information with regards to anything about the club, up until recent years anyway, is hard to come by. By the early part of this millennium, the club was already playing in the Lancashire Amateur League’s Premier Division, though would rarely break out of the bottom half of the division – finishing a best of 3rd in 2004-’05 and were eventually relegated in 2011 after finishing bottom of the table with just seven points, twenty adrift of their nearest rival.

Things didn’t improve for Town and 2013 saw them finish second-bottom in the Division One and were duly relegated to the Second Division, being reprieved from a bottom-placed finish by a points deduction alone. This relegation then saw them bested by town rivals Radcliffe St. Mary’s, who went onto take a promotion spot that season, however they would gain success in 2017, as they lifted the Lancashire Amateur League’s 1st XI Cup with a penalty shoot-out victory over Old Mancunians, following a goalless draw in the final at the Lancashire FA’s County Ground, Leyland. In doing so, they became the lowest-ranked side to lift said trophy!

Outwood Road via the scenic route

Up here?

A strong league campaign would follow the next season, as Town secured a runners-up placing in the Division 2 table to secure promotion back to Division One – the club missing out on the title on account of (what I have been informed was) goals scored, with themselves and Chaddertonians tied on both points and goal difference. Last season saw the club maintain their place there via a strong 4th placed finish, which bodes well for a shot at a return to the Premier Division after an absence of almost a decade. They currently sit in 6th place early in the 2019-’20 piece.

The game was just a few minutes old when we arrived and little happened in the first few minutes we watched, but the first goal wasn’t too long in coming, this going the way of the hosts as a shot from their #10 looped into the net. They then doubled their advantage just a matter of minutes later, when his strike partner #9 fired home. Town continued to dominate the game and it looked like there was a gulf in quality between the two teams, and not long after Radcliffe’s #7  went close to adding a third within the first half-hour of play, #8 bent in a fine effort from a free-kick to seemingly set the scene for a bit of a drubbing.

Match Action


Match Action

However, Croftlands Park would awake from their slumber and the Cumbrian side would begin to find their forward strides. First, a good headed effort was well saved by the home ‘keeper, before the gloveman repeated the trick just moments before the break to deny Park’s #7 and the visitors a way back into the contest. Half-time arrived at 3-0, before the wonderous 5 minute half-times that dwell in these footballing depths came and went in the fine Lancastrian sunshine.

Croftlands continued to take the game to their opponents, obviously seeing that they had nothing more to lose at that point. #10 saw a shot go narrowly wide of the mark soon after the resumption of play, before Radcliffe responded and ought to have gone four-up when a two-on-two situation allowed #9 a sight of goal, only for him to horribly shank wide. But horror would turn into magnificence within a handful of minutes. With the ball a good 40 yards away from goal and, seemingly, with little action in the immediate future, #8 (I think) has a long range crack and connected beautifully, the ball flying though the air before dropping over the ‘keeper’s head and between the sticks. What a strike!

Reserve game ref turns spectator

From the “bench”

Radcliffe would soon be dealt a seemingly small set back though when, after hitting the post and having a shot hit a team-mate on the line in an initial attack whilst chasing a fifth, they allowed themselves to be caught open on the counter, and Park netted to reduce the arrears. Still, there looked to be little excitement to go along with this, but a few moments later, they grabbed a second from a corner when, after an initial shot had been well kept out by the Town ‘keeper, the resulting corner was nodded in at close range. 4-2 and suddenly you could see a bit of panic sneaking into the previously confident home team.

This panic would only be increased with just over five minutes left on the clock, when Croftlands netted a third to set up a grandstand finish out of nowhere. Winning a free-kick just outside the area, on the right-hand side, the defensive positions weren’t exactly filling me with confidence in behind the goal, and my feelings were proved correct. The ball was whipped in with quality and met by the head of one of the two centre-halves who powered beyond the rooted Town stopper for 4-3 and it was suddenly all to play for in the last few minutes. What a game this had been – and all for free!

Match Action

Header flies in for 4-3

Alas for Park, they couldn’t quite complete a fairytale comeback, and Town held on for what was, on balance, a deserved win – but full credit to the visitors for their stirring comeback. After the game, we headed back down and the hill and retraced our steps (though I did lose Dan to a pub door as his sat-nav went awry one more) before arriving back in the town centre and paying a visit to the Bridge Tavern; no prizes for guessing how and why it gets that name. Here, with not too much on offer in truth, we both took a pint of Carslberg’s ‘new’ Pilsner (£2.60) and settled in to watch the final scores from around the country roll in. As we drank the last of our pints, we debated on where we should end the day – in the nearby Royal Oak, or pop into Whitefield – one stop away – and have one there instead. The latter won out as it was a fair bit easier all around and so we ended up at the Northern Crafthouse – a foodie pub on the road leading through from Manchester towards Bury.

Over the river

Bridge Tavern in the town centre

Northern Crafthouse, Whitefield

Again getting the same pint in (I think it was Coors again at £4.20), we timed it nicely to grab the tram back from the Whitefield stop (a short walk away) and were soon back in Piccadilly Gardens, where Dan left to head homewards, whilst I carried on back through the other side of town and home. That was that and, overall, this had been a surprisingly far better day than I think either of us had expected – Dan’s travel problems notwithstanding. The game ended up being a brilliant, if slightly bizarre, contest, whilst it was nice to see around Radcliffe itself finally, having never actually been there despite visiting Borough’s Stainton Park on numerous occasions. A late start and easy travel is always a nice bonus to enjoy every now and again, these ‘early’ starts begin to catch up with you sometimes! Back onto the FA Cup trail again next week and it could just be time to enjoy a spa and, who knows, perhaps even a nice bath….


Game: 8

Ground: 3

Food: N/A

Programme: N/A

Value For Money: 8

Manchopper in….Todmorden


Result: Todmorden Borough 1-3 Little Lever Reserves (Lancashire Amateur League Division 2)

Venue: Bellholme Sports Club (Saturday 18th August 2018, 2.30pm)

Att: 22 (hc)

As the season’s first month advances on, I was given a rare early opportunity to drop into the local leagues and visit a town I’d wanted to look around for quite a while now. That town was, namely, the Yorkshire/Lancashire border town of Todmorden and I’d be heading to a ground a fair way out of town, but one that plays host to the newly reformed Todmorden Borough. With their folding towards the end of last season still fresh in the mind, I thought the chance to visit was one not to be spurned, and so, come Saturday morning, it was off on the train to Manchester once again.

After missing my planned train by a matter of seconds (it pulled away as I was crossing the footbridge), I caught the next one twenty minutes later, though initially had to endure a huge moth that had taken up a spot next to the seat I’d originally chosen. Could this day get any worse?! As it turned out, the answer, for once, would turn out to be no, unbelievably! The train arrived into Tod with little issue and I was soon making a mental plan of how my imminent pub-crawl would go. I reckoned it’d be best to start at the rear of town near the station and work back through the main road to the bus stop where I’d catch the bus down to Borough’s home, the Bellholme Sports Ground. As luck would have it, the stop was right outside a pub! What were the odds?!

Arriving in Todmorden

The interestingly built Todmorden town hall

The Polished Knob. Wonderful.

Todmorden is a market town in the Upper Calder Valley, West Yorkshire. It hosts the historic boundary between Lancashire & Yorkshire, the River Calder (and tributary, the Walsden Water), which run through the town, its grand town hall straddling the boundary and duly shows images reflecting the histories of both counties. The first instance of Todmorden’s name being mentioned was in 1641, having previously been known as Tottemerden and other similar names, the title likely deriving from the valley surrounding the town, rather than death! A pagan religious and burial site was unearthed above the nearby Cross Stone in 1898 and was likely used solely for funerals and the like. The findings currently reside within the town’s library.

The earliest record of the area is in the Domesday book, with many local settlements that have since come together being mentioned as separate dwellings. After originally having combined producing corn with fulling mills, the area grew to include farming and woollen textiles prior to the switch to the cotton trade during the Industrial Revolution, due to Todmorden’s geographical position close to Manchester, the centre of materials and trade. The local Pennine waterways played a big part in the growth of the industry in Tod, with these being used to power the local machine looms. Through the 190th century, Todmorden grew from a small village to more of a town, with better road and waterway links being created, as well as rail links being introduced to Burnley. The nearby Summit Tunnel became, at the time, the longest tunnel in the world, at 2,885 yards. The links continued to grow, with lines to Leeds and Manchester added shortly afterwards. The town also became the second municipality in Britain to introduce a motorised bus service, this coming along in 1907.

The visit began with a pint in the interestingly (and hornily, if you’re that way inclined) named Polished Knob, a free house which had a rather American-styled diner/music stage interior. It also had a lovely pub dog which was more than happy to say “Hello” to you as well. Sadly, my visit would only be brief, as I had to continue onwards with my alcohol-fuelled trip, the pint of Moretti (£3.70) going down very nicely indeed.

Duke of York

Does exactly what it says….

The Wellington. Smallest pub in Tod.

Next up came the main road through the town, though this did come about due to me missing the suitably named “The Pub” en route, which made me have to backtrack a short time later. The couple of pubs here, both named after historical figures the Duke of York (one of them anyway) and the Wellington, were both kind of your more traditional, drinkers sort of pubs. The Duke of York yielded a quick pint of Kronenberg (£3.2/45, I can’t remember which), whilst the Welly, which proclaimed itself the prestigious title of “smallest pub in Todmorden” gave me a second pint of Moretti for the day. The (I presume) owner was proud of the fact his pint of it here was £3.70 and that it was the cheapest in the area. I didn’t have the heart to tell him….

In between the pair came the aforementioned backtrack to The Pub, a little real ale gem slightly tucked away off the main road. I opted for a pint of the Pennine Brewery’s Orange & Grapefruit ale here which was bloody lovely, and nicely priced too, coming in at £3.20. It also had a map on the wall pointing out the numerous places of interest in the town. A peruse of this was had, before I headed off over the river and to the Royal George, my final pre-match stop. It was rather quiet in here, though a Newcastle fan was intently watching the Magpies’ game on the big screen. Luckily, I’d finished my Corona (£3), before they missed their late penalty and so missed out on the inevitable drama!

Over the tributary

Royal George

Arriving at the ground

Hopping on the bus outside, a day ticket (£4.20) saw me back and forth from the Bellholme ground in good time. In the meantime, though, there was a game to watch. Todmorden Borough, now placed in the Lancashire Amateur League’s Division 2 after bowing out, folding and moving from the East Lancashire League over the previous few months, were welcoming the reserve side of Little Lever, a team from the outskirts of Bolton. I try to avoid reserves where possible (and definitely at home), but I’m not too fussed about aways, tbh. The Bellholme is a fully barred off pitch, with on grass standing giving full access the whole way round. Well it would have, if it wasn’t for the trees in the far corner anyway! A smart club building is located at the end of the access road, behind the near-end goal, with the car park leaving vehicles at the mercy of wayward shots. You’ve been warned. That’s the ground then, and this is the story of Todmorden Borough….

History Lesson:

I can’t find a date to say when Todmorden Borough was founded, and the earliest information I can find is in 2004, when the club were playing in the East Lancashire League Premier Division, winning the title along with the League Cup, whilst also reaching the Harry Walsh Cup Final. By 2009, Tod had joined the West Lancashire League, where they seemingly remained in the Division 2 right through to their eventual departure and return to the East Lancashire League in 2015, following a 10th (second bottom) placed finish. The club would resign towards the end of last season, re-emerging for this campaign in the Lancashire Amateur League’s Division 2.

The game got underway just as I arrived and it began fairly evenly, though it could be argued that it was the visitors who began the stronger of the two sides. However, both sides’ #9’s would share chances during the first fifteen minutes or so, Todmorden’s seeing his shot comfortably saved by the Little Lever ‘keeper and his opposite number seeing his effort come back off the upright. His strike partner, the #10, then also had a low shot saved easily as the game continued on towards the half-hour.

Match Action

Match Action

Lever net the penalty

The deadlock was eventually broken when the Little Lever #11, Alex Ward, managed to fashion a sort of sliding tackle/shot into an attempt on goal and the ball duly flew into the bottom corner at a surprisingly good pace. I was at the opposite end of the ground to this, though, and so maybe it was a bit more of a full-on shot than it looked from my viewpoint. Either way, it was one-nil to the visitors and this became two just before the break, when a rather silly foul allowed Lever’s #10, Shane Evans, to double the advantage from the spot. Half-Time, 0-2.

The break came and went in no time, as it tends to do at this level, and we were back underway in good time for me, as I was now on for an earlier bus back to Todmorden town as I’d hoped. Unfortunately, the second half was a fairly uneventful affair, with only a couple of chances being created by either side. The best of these for both saw Lever’s #4 strike a long-range free-kick wide of the mark and into the bushes beyond the far goal, whilst Tod’s #3 fired narrowly wide after a corner had only been half-cleared.

Match Action

Match Action

Back in Todmorden & the Golden Lion

Todmorden did grab a goal back with around fifteen minutes to play, when the #9, Jamie Melvin, was played in nicely and despite getting his shot away and forcing the Little Lever ‘keeper into a stop, was adjudged to have been fouled in the meantime and a penalty was duly awarded. He stepped up to find the net and give his side some hope heading into the final quarter-hour of the game. Unfortunately for them, despite pressure being applied for the remaining minutes, they couldn’t grab an equaliser (or a second goal back, as it apparently finished 3-1 with Ward grabbing another) and so Little Lever’s Reserves ran out with the points. I ran out too, just across the way to catch the bus back for a couple of post-match drinks prior to getting the train back to Manchester. Note to self: remember that buses around here have a strange bar-code scanner thing going on….

Back in Todmorden, I disembarked just near the old, Unitarian church (which is apparently haunted, don’cha know) and headed for the nearby Golden Lion, where a canal-side pint of Cruzcampo was enjoyed (£4) prior to heading up the fairly steep incline for a quick look at the aforementioned church. From there, I backtracked towards the station for a quick Hooch in the town’s ‘Spoons outlet, the White Hart, before heading to the Queen’s Hotel, which stands opposite the station’s opening. A bottle of Corona (£3.20) was had in here, just so I didn’t have to rush it and could take it out if required. Drink smartly, everyone!

Haunted church. Woooooooo….

On the canal

White Hart


Soon enough, the train was due and I was soon back on board and heading back to Victoria station. Another walk back through the city centre was endured, though this one was via the more interesting St. Peter’s Square route rather than the dreary Deansgate one I’d taken on the way out, so there’s that. The train home was duly awaiting me as I got to Oxford Road, and so there endeth another trip. Next up is a venture down south and to the furthest league stadium from my dwelling….

***The game on Tod’s Facebook and Full-Time is confirmed and given as 1-3, I only thought it was two until writing this on Friday! Ah well, kept it more exciting.


Game: 5

Ground: 6 (plus point for backdrop!)

Programme: N/A

Food: N/A

Value For Money: 8

Manchopper in….Failsworth

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Result: Failsworth Dynamos 4-2 Tottington United (Lancashire Amateur League Premier Division)

Venue: Failsworth Sports Centre (Saturday 21st November 2015, 2.30pm)

Att: 23 (hc)

I hadn’t been to a game on a bus for quite a while before today. Now that I’ve grabbed your intrigue….

As my intended game at Irlam Steel fell by the wayside just as I enquired to whether it had beaten the weather or not, I was soon left with a scramble to decide an alternative venue for my Saturday entertainment. Due to having Burnley vs Brighton on the schedule the following day, I was on the lookout for somewhere that wouldn’t break the bank.

As a result and due to my taking that most lower league games due to be played on grass would be off, I narrowed my choice down to East Manchester or Failsworth Dynamos. As per usual, a new “ground” proved too  enticing, and I was soon transiting through Manchester just in time to grab the 180 bus to Failsworth centre.

I wasn’t expecting much from Failsworth itself, if I’m honest. So, it was a pleasant surprise as I hopped off into the chilly air and into a lovely little area which included a few pubs, a church and a clock tower. As such, with three pubs to choose from in my two hour lead up to kick-off, I headed for the Rose & Crown first. That is, until I saw their over-25 policy and with viable alternatives, my thoughts resembled something along the lines of “F*ck them!”. My custom was thus sent elsewhere.





Royal Oak

Royal Oak

Elsewhere turned out to be the The Royal Oak, which was a nice enough pub, but was empty bar yours truly and another guy sat at the bar conversing with the staff. With the pub’s BT Sport failing before the United game, I quickly ended my Strongbow and headed for the door,  just as the guy broke into song. “I’ll stop if you want!” he replied as I was leaving, but I assured him he could continue on his merry way.

So, it was on to the Church Inn situated just over the world and opposite , somewhat unsurprisingly, a church. Now here was a fine establishment. A small bar, which sits just to the left of the door and is in the middle of the pub itself. Wonderful. Also, I was greeted as I walked in, which always goes a long way in my opinion and with a Kopparberg in hand, I took a seat for the first half of the big Premier League game of the day.

With the Premier League’s La Marseillaise tribute done, I was more than pleased to see Memphis Depay get on the scoresheet. Depay is something of an enigma, but we all love a character, right? Soon enough, it was half-time and my cue to leave was upon me as Dan walked in to accompany me for the live action contest.

Church Inn

Church Inn

Inside the Church

My type of Church

Wise Words

Wise Words

A 10-minute walk later and we were at the home of Failsworth Dynamos. Well, I thought we were, but it was empty and void of any activity. “Shit”, I thought, but then I head the brainwave that the game was behind the sports centre and not in this football centre. After navigating the road and the gateways towards the rear pitches, we eventually arrived cage-side to find junior football. “Shit”.

Luckily, these were just coming to an end and the two senior sides were soon taking to the field. Unfortunately, we had to wait a good 25-minutes longer than the stated (on Full-Time) pm kick-off time. This gave Dan a chance to tuck into Pringles and me time to roundhouse kick a cup of tea off a table. I thought it was empty, but scenes when it fell prone and its contents went all over. Oops.

Soon enough, it was time to head into the cage for the game. The  pitch is artificial, and features nothing bar a barred-off paved spectator area on one side, which also has a raised second terrace-like step to it. That’s it.

Failsworth, in third place in the league were entertaining sixth-placed Tottington United. Both were playing catch-up on games on those ahead, with Failsworth attempting to close the gap on leaders Old Boltonians who are dominant (at time of writing).

Failsworth Sports Centre

Failsworth Sports Centre



The game was soon underway and it was the visitors who took the lead around 25 minutes in, as a Tottington forward rifled in a fine strike. Being stood right behind the line of fire made it all the more impressive. The remainder of the half was entertaining on the 4G (I think) pitch, but no further goals were added, before I was drawn into the gymnasium area, grateful to escape the cold. Wimp. Soon enough, though, it was time for the second half, but not before I’d helped another spectator locate the pitch. Not just us then!

The home side was soon, deservedly, level with another stunning effort, Liam Stuttart’s drive, which left the ‘keeper beaten all ends up. Despite being on the front foot for the majority of the game, Failsworth found themselves behind again not long after, as #9 bundled the ball over the line. 1-2.

From then on, Failsworth dominated the game, equalising about 10 minutes later through Terry Qualters, before I uttered “There’ll be a winner in this one”, just as Chase Harrison recieved the ball and the orange-clad forward ran through and fired home from the angle. 3-2 and I basked in my Nostradamus-esque prophecy.

Match Action

Match Action

Match Action

Match Action

Match Action

Match Action



This talent soon ended as abruptly as it started though and passed over to Dan, as I said there wouldn’t be another goal, Dan said there definitely would be and…PENALTY! Failsworth’s brilliant #11, Stuttart, completed the scoring from the spot and that was that. The rest of the game saw a few niggles and scraps go on, but all in all, the game was a good watch and a fine advertisement for the league.

After heading out of the Sports Centre and past a random bench and a drowning table, the travel home was uneventful, but I’ll give you this exciting gem to leave upon. It involved two buses. Wow.



Dead table

Dead table



Game: 8- A really entertaining contest. Great show by both sides.

Ground: 2- Sports Centre cage. Expected little, received little.

Fans: 4- Had a couple of guys shouting support.

Food: N/A

Programme: N/A

Value For Money: 8- £6.60 (bus & train), £6.80 elsewhere. Free admission!