Bell Close, Lake Street, Leighton Buzzard, Beds
Anybody reading this blog might think I’m obsessed with the Southern League Midlands Division, this being my third new ground in that division in less than two weeks. Truth was I fancied a few beers in Birmingham and this was in the right direction!
The Wellington in Brum is one of my favourite pubs – check out the Live what’s on board on their website – and with a Wetherspoons down the road for an early brekky, what a way to start the day! I must have slept the hour away travelling down to Milton Keynes by train, and after connecting to Leighton Buzzard was still in the mood for some Tring beers at the White Horse and Wheatsheaf, both more or less en route to the ground.
Bell Close gives me the impression it was started but will never be quite finished. There’s a neat little cantilever main stand – albeit not very big – straddling the half way line which smacks of a 1970’s heritage (go on, tell me I’m wrong) and a shallow covered stepped terrace behind one goal, but little else for the spectator. Granted, the club house inside the ground has live games on a big TV, but the bar is sadly lacking any proper beer. The programme is OK for a quid but full of stuff from the League website. There’s a food hatch where I swiftly deduced that the only thing for a veggie was a chip cob, which bamboozled the chap serving as he wasn’t familiar with this Midlands definition of a bread roll. He also couldn’t quite grasp the concept that the chips were supposed to go inside the err bread roll. Must be a Midland thing.
Bedworth United were the opposition and they went in front in the first half, only to be pegged back and lose out near the end. The game itself was short on goalmouth incident, with the usual flying tackles resulting in a red card for the visiting centre half. Most of the match seemed to go by relatively un-noticed by twenty or so teenagers in the covered terrace, who spent most of the second half singing and banging their way through a weighty repertoire which even included a rendition (sans scarves) of ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ near the end. The home committee men looked on alarmingly as the corrugated iron swayed and shook with each beat in the bar, but to their credit let the youths have their day.