Just now and then – and sadly not often enough – I come away from a game feeling I’ve had my money’s worth. Today was such a day!
I’d been saving Glapwell for a rainy day. Not literally, you understand, but its close proximity to where I live meant that I could fit this one in around domestic commitments, and the fact I’d promised the wife a night out was a good excuse to take in Glapwell. For those that don’t know, it’s just off Junction 29 of the M1 as you head towards Mansfield. It’s essentially a village team that’s batted above its status and got promotion to the Unibond South Division. The ground reinforces that view. No main stand as such, just seating fixed onto what is essentially covered flat standing, down one side. Opposite is more shallow covered terracing, and behind one of the goals is an area you’re not supposed to stand in.
The club house is a cosy prefab with Sky Sports and cans of guinness in the fridge (nothing for the real ale fan here, I’m afraid). Foodwise, you can visit a hatch which offers a selection of (meat) pies garnished with peas, or there’s a burger stall nearby. The programme is available at the turnstile and costs £1.50. It’s not a bad read, and much of it is in colour.
Onto the game, and 82 hardy souls enjoyed a match which swung from end to end. Bottom of the table Brigg had clearly decided to go for it and although gifting Glapwell the better chances (they missed a penno and struck the frame of the goal three times) were still in at 2-2 with about seven to go. You could see the despair etched in their faces as the home time won it with a late goal. I came away wishing all my match selections gave me so much entertainment.