Non-League Football

Come with me, if you will, to another world. A world of corporate hospitality. Of junkets. Of expense accounts. I have a friend, a good friend, who was given an all-expenses trip to the European Super Cup final in Monaco a couple of years ago. He and his fiancée at the time (wife now, it was a lovely do. Snowed.) had a cracking time hob-nobbing with the rich and famous, admiring the yachts in the

If, like the readers of the Mail and the Express, you live in perpetual fear, the following trailer, and subsequent programme, probably isn’t for you.

Channel 4, May 4th. Erasing David. In which a man tries to hide for a month. It’ll be better than I’m making it sound if this is anything to go by though

Erasing David trailer from Green Lions on Vimeo.

With thanks to The Documentary Blog for

I wish I was being ironic, but I’m not. Just when Liverpool fans thought their club was about as low as it could be (assuming they don’t lose to Pompey tomorrow night), it turns out that this is the alternative to Hicks and Gillette.

All together now…

At the risk of bigging myself up, I was quite proud of the billing I gave Frickley Athletic v Ossett Town on Facebook. So I’m going to recreate it here.

Groundhopping doesn’t get tougher than this.(that’s it)

Ask anyone in northern non league circles their opinion of a visit to Frickley, and they will fairly universally wrinkle their nose and hold court on an unsavoury trip or two. Indeed, I

What links Burscough F.C., Hartlepool United F.C., and Ross County F.C.??

Bright lights
There is a widely held belief that football is a passionate game. Played, managed and supported by people teetering on the brink of sanity. Certainly, there are individuals out there, and we all know them, who put great store in the game, and for whom performances and results can dictate the mood for days ahead.

No game is supposed to raise the heart beat and ignite the soul more

Matlock v Buxton last night. There are photos and the usual half-arsed report to follow.

But, in the mean time… (and if you don’t usually watch the vids I post up here, just mute it. This is shared as a visual thing)

In anticipation of this evening’s High Peak High Jinx, have some of this…

Shocking though some may find it, Beat The First Man is not my only online presence. Far from it. And one of those other places got noticed the other day.

Angels With Grumpy Faces is an ill-thought out blog about local residents of anywhere looking pissed off with life. It is a blog of no little smugness, and lacking in anything constructive. But The Guardian no less deemed it worthy of a

How often do you see training ground routines go tits up?

Given what went off before, I wouldn’t normally be in a rush to go back to Harrogate Railway Athletic, regardless of whether or not they were playing table-topping Lancaster City.

But needs must, and believe you me, it was for the greater good. I am writing this ahead of the main event not only of the weekend, but of my year so far. The Quireboys are playing an acoustic gig in Knaresborough

It’s Friday night. My hell-raising days are long since departed (there a story about a night of Scrabble in Plymouth that I’ll have to tell you some time). But tomorrow night, for one night only, I am going back to my youth.

And so, by way of celebration, I am going to indulge myself in some You Tubery. Viewer discretion is advised.

First out of the blocks are the Lo Fidellity All Stars

“Gary Neville is a relentless annoying bellend”

The F.A. Cup is the oldest domestic knockout football tournament in the world, but what is the oldest cup still given out to the winner of a domestic knockout football tournament?

Answers in the comments box please. And try not to Google.

Nottingham-born football manager Keith Alexander has passed away at the age of 53. Alexander died after his Macclesfield team’s game at Notts County yesterday. He was also known for managing Lincoln City and Peterborough United. He began his playing career with Notts and had a spell with Mansfield in the mid 1990s.
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