arthur
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Yesterday I found myself in a weird, parallel universe. In London, visiting friends, I was taken to Kingsmeadow to watch AFC Wimbledon play Newport. It was a bizarre experience.
The equivalent of the big bank sang loudly throughout, going through a vast repertoire of songs, most of them unique to the club. They played with two strikers who worked well together. Jack Midson won headers on a regular basis. The ball got into the penalty area via a variety of different routes, worked from midfield or crossed from the flanks.
One route, however, was conspicuous by its absence. I can't remember a single ball "played into the channels" for a hard working striker to chase after.
At the end of a meaningless mid table game which ended in a draw the manager went straight to the home fans and applauded them. Then all the players followed.
All this cost £15 and I felt like value for money. This was not something I was remotely used to.
The equivalent of the big bank sang loudly throughout, going through a vast repertoire of songs, most of them unique to the club. They played with two strikers who worked well together. Jack Midson won headers on a regular basis. The ball got into the penalty area via a variety of different routes, worked from midfield or crossed from the flanks.
One route, however, was conspicuous by its absence. I can't remember a single ball "played into the channels" for a hard working striker to chase after.
At the end of a meaningless mid table game which ended in a draw the manager went straight to the home fans and applauded them. Then all the players followed.
All this cost £15 and I felt like value for money. This was not something I was remotely used to.
