This week was a friendly, inner suburban club with a scruffy but much loved club house. It was one of the rare occasions where an alickado pops into the changing room post match and asks what I'd like to drink. A pint of London Pride duly appeared and there was no charge for the subsequent pint. The home captain made an effort to come and chat, shame the visitors didn't even make it to the club house.
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