Make every game a big game
‘I like big men with massive thighs, that’s what I like.’
With the new season underway, Jason Cobb enjoys the country vibe over the uptight Oval.
Betting on Cheltenham, winning in Whitstable.
A cross between a night at Butlins, a knees up at the village hall and a rave.
Pre-match tension is a debilitating condition, but help is at hand.
'Is it a village, though?’ asked Half-life, accusingly, when I suggested meeting in Charlton Village.
We toured the foundations of the North London giant. ‘South London giant,’ Roxy insisted.
This day is straight into the top ten days of my life. And it’s only 5 o’clock.
Few things stick it to the Man better than heading off to a weekday afternoon race meeting.
We can never know how fighters across the ages would fare, any more than we can know if Godzilla would beat Marvellous Marvin Hagler.
Catford Dogs went without warning one night, like an incontinent uncle.
East Dulwich is so over. It’s all about Nunhead Village now.
To this day, Dulwich Hamlet fans confuse the opposition by singing: "We’re the famous Dulwich Hamlet and we look like Tuscany!”
Glorious sunshine, fresh air, happy, scantily-clad hotties – what's the best way to escape them?
Fuck the neutrals. Embrace the partisan.
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