It was a grey day when the Wanderers’ avant garde arrived at a deserted Twineham … grass grew from the stump holes and all looked desolate. But that’s Twineham, and we love ‘em for it. We pootled about, and threw a ball a bit. Almost practised … the home side dribbled in, and before we [...]
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