Shrewton United - Shrewton Recreation Ground

Shrewton United FC

Shrewton Recreation Ground

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Shrewton 

Wiltshire

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Ground Number: 1558

Saturday 13th June 2026

Shrewton United 3-3 Redlynch Vets

Stuart Withers Memorial Cup

SHREWTON UNITED FC - A BRIEF HISTORY

The club was established in 1946 following the end of the Second World War. They played in local, now-defunct leagues at first, but joined the Wiltshire League in 1952. Their first season saw early success as they finished as runners-up to Devizes Town in Division 2 South East. They returned to more local leagues in 1955. It would take them 21 years to return to county football when the Wiltshire Senior League (as it is known today) was established. They were an immediate success, finishing 3rd in the Junior A Division in their debut season. Shrewton United would then go on to win the Division 3 title in three out of the next four seasons, finally winning promotion in 1981 after getting their facilities up to scratch. A long spell in Division 2 saw varying success, finish-wise. They won promotion in 1989 following a 3rd place finish. A long spell in Division 1 (at the time, the top tier) saw three runners-up spots and three league wins. In 2003, Shrewton made the step up to the Western League Division 1, where they finished a best-ever 4th in 2008. This was under the management of club legend Stuart Withers, who was manager from the 1980s up until 2011. In 2013, they returned to the Wiltshire Senior Premier following a second-bottom finish. They remain there to this day, finishing as low as 13th on two occasions and also as runners-up twice. They won the title last season but opted not to take promotion.

Shrewton United played a single season in the FA Cup in 2011. They beat Fleet Spurs 1-0 on their debut before losing by the same scoreline to Hungerford Town in the Preliminary Round. They've also played for six seasons in the FA Vase, reaching the 1st Round twice. Their first cup honour came in 1980 as they won the Wiltshire Junior Cup (beating Meadowcroft in the final) after being runners-up on three previous occasions. They then won the Wiltshire League Cup in 1998, beating Cricklade Town 5-0. They retained the cup the following year as they defeated the same opponent 2-1. Another two League Cups were won in the next five years. In 2001, they made it through to the final of the Wiltshire Senior Cup for the one and only time in their history but lost 2-0 in the final to Wootton Bassett Town.

The village of Shrewton is on Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, around 6 miles west of Amesbury and 14 miles north of Salisbury. It lies on the A360 road between Stonehenge and Tilshead. It is close to the source of the River Till, which flows south to Stapleford. The population of the village is just over 1,700. The name Shrewton came into use from 1236 and is derived from the Old English scīr-rēfa tūn, meaning 'sheriff's farm or settlement'. RAF Shrewton, a Second World War Royal Air Force airfield with grass runways, was to the north of the village. It closed in 1946, and its site returned to farmland. The Church of England parish church of St Mary, on the High Street, was built in the late 12th or early 13th century and has a 16th-century west tower. The Blind House, made with dressed limestone, was built around 1700. The sign on it reads "The Blind House. Village criminals were kept in this 18th-century prison". The building features on the club badge. Cecil Chubb (1876–1934), barrister and landowner who in 1918 donated Stonehenge to the nation, was born at Shrewton.

MY VISIT

This Saturday, 13th June, was one of the three days of the year that I had not seen a game on. Christmas Day would have to wait around a decade, but with the day falling on a Saturday this year, it was the easiest of the three to complete. I already knew that Netherton United had a charity game, and with it being a ground that I'd not been to since 2014, a revisit would be fine by me. Colin favoured TNS, though I'd last been in 2016 and had done a fairly large blog, not that it couldn't be improved. The standout option for me was a memorial game at Shrewton United, a new ground for me, so that was by far my favourite. It was a good club in a good league, although I was concerned when the club didn't mention it on their Twitter until the week before the game. Thankfully, someone on Facebook confirmed that the game was still going ahead. The game was being played in memory of Stuart Withers, who had been the innocent victim of a road accident in November 2024 whilst doing his round as a milkman. He had been a player, manager and chairman of Shrewton United and had served on the Wiltshire League. He was also a keen antiques collector and had appeared on the BBC TV show ' Bargain Hunt'.

After my game in Essex two weeks ago, I watched the Champions League final with PSG beating Arsenal on penalties. I'd had a good few drinks and had an early night ahead of work on Sunday. It was a very busy start to the week with me staying until 2 PM on both Sunday & Monday. It was also an elongated Wednesday after my day off on Tuesday, and I was feeling a bit jaded by this point. I was getting impatient for fixtures to be announced, although it'll be the end of June before I can even think about booking a holiday. The end of the week came, and although it had been busy, it had been a good week at work. I walked down Wycombe, had a steak pudding meal and a couple of pints from Spoons before plenty more at home. The West Lancs Hop had been announced, so I got in early and got a good hotel deal on that. After a good few drinks, it was pretty much a normal bedtime for me. My alarm was set for 6.45 but I woke up around an hour before and watched YouTube. After having breakfast and getting ready, I left at 7.25. My bus was quicker than expected, and I was at Amersham twenty minutes before my train.

I met Colin, and we made our way to Raynes Park. There were quite a few hoppers at the Argentina v Ireland embassy game. We could have had a choice of three games with teams such as England Newcastle, and Luistana Brazil playing on other pitches. The schizophrenic weather couldn't make up its mind with torrential rain one minute and bright but not very warm sunshine the next. It ended 4-1 to Ireland and was a decent game. It should have been a simple train to Surbiton, but the line was out of action. Instead, it was a train to Kingston and a much longer wait for a bus than was scheduled. The Coronation Hall was a cracking Spoons at Surbiton, a lovely building, and they did Black Dragon along with my hot honey bowl. In fact, all three Spoons did my favourite regular Spoons cider. The Assembly Rooms, Epsom, provided me with a keepsake plastic glass with Wetherspoons branding and was very busy with race goers. The Whispering Moon, Wallington, provided me with chicken wings and another pint, but the service at all three was first class. 

The same could not be said about the trains. Everything stopped at Waterloo due to signalling issues, so we had to go via Marylebone and an hour's delay as the poxy Chiltern only ran hourly. Some snacks were procured from the Melcombe shop across the road. Polish cider was very nice, as was the energy drink. But the platform was announced for the delayed train with two minutes to spare, so I lost my crisps in the jostle. I squeezed into the sardine tin masquerading as a train, and although uncomfortable, I was at least on my way, unlike the poor passengers who missed out. That included Colin, who had steamed ahead of me. Justice for his whining about getting back too close to the England v New Zealand game when he gets a four-day weekend versus my one day. Thanks to the buses still being regular, I was back in by 8.30. It had still taken double the normal time to get from Wallington to Amersham, though.  It had been a boozy day once again, and I watched the first half of the England game, with Harry Kane scoring the only goal of the game, before I went to bed at halftime.

Sunday and Monday were a real slog at work. My mood was not improved by the rotten weather, which limited my chances of a daily walk. I did get out in the end, ironically under unforecast blue skies. Tuesday was a day off, and another walk to town and back, although with no football, it was an early night. The grind continued on Wednesday, and it's one of those periods where I feel fed up and need a break. Thursday was better, but Friday saw especially jerkish behaviour by a supervisor with zero people skills, but it is what it is. I treated myself to a walk to town and back, nine miles in all. Fish, chips, mushy peas, a bottle of Aspalls and a pint of Strongbow came in at under £11 at Spoons, and it was a veritable treat. A couple of pints were had back at home whilst watching Canada 1-1 Bosnia, amongst other things. I awoke at my normal work time and watched TV for a few hours. After getting dressed and having breakfast, I left at 9.35, waiting around five minutes for Colin at our local bus stop. After getting petrol, it was a pleasant journey to Amesbury, and we arrived at 11.30. It was 50p to park in the pleasant-looking town for an hour. The Bell Wetherspoons, my 523rd, was a couple of minutes' walk away. There I had a breakfast muffin, a Korean burger, chips, cranberry juice plus an energy drink to take away for £9.23. 

From there, it was a 15-minute drive to the ground. I had a look around and got some photos. I considered a pint, but it was only Kopparberg on tap and Thatchers in cans. I wanted to type my blog, but my laptop was playing up with the intermittent ghost key press that had first happened a few weeks ago on the way to Wales. I waited for the game to start, it was a decent attendance and a convivial atmosphere. Shrewton hit the bar after a few minutes and had the better of the early exchanges. The visitors had some chances, but the hosts took the lead on ten minutes, heading home a cross. A few minutes later, it was 2-0 with a shot into the bottom left corner from just inside the area. Redlynch Vets pulled a goal back from out wide on the left after 17 minutes. On 32 minutes, it was 3-1, a good ball forward and a powerful low shot. Redlynch pulled it back to 3-2 with a goal just before half-time, amid claims of offside. Shrewton did have a lob over the keeper ruled out a few minutes into the second half, thanks to the linesman's flag. The heat rendered the rest of the second half a quiet affair, but Redlynch equalised right at the death to make it 3-3. Redlynch Vets won the resulting penalty shootout to bring an entertaining afternoon's football to an end.

THE GROUND

SHREWTON RECREATION GROUND is one of the better grounds in the Wiltshire League. It's two-sided spectator-wise, with all the accommodation being behind the near goal. There is a large covered area which houses the bar, which is quite limited and lacks local beers and ciders. The food is a lot better, a decent choice at very good prices. The other side is fully railed and has open flat standing, plus the dugouts.

Hutton - Flints Community Ground

Hutton FC

Flints Community Ground

Hall Green Lane

Hutton

Brentwood 

Essex

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Ground Number: 1557 

Saturday 30th May 2026

Hutton A 6-0 Springfield A

Essex Olympian League D3 NW

HUTTON FC - A BRIEF HISTORY

The club was established in 1928, and they played village football for many years. At some point, they joined the Mid Essex League, with the club lifting the Division 2 title in 1982. In 1989, Hutton joined the Essex Intermediate League. Starting in Division 3, they won the title in 1996. They spent four seasons in Division 2 before being relegated at the turn of the millennium after finishing second-bottom. The league changed its name to the Essex Olympian League in 2005, with Hutton remaining in the division until 2008, though in its last season, it was renamed Division 2. They finished 3rd here behind Linford Wanderers and Hannakins Farm to win promotion to Division 1.  In 2011, Hutton won the title and would play for two seasons in the Premier Division before relegation. In 2018, Hutton were promoted again as runners-up behind Buckhurst Hill. This time, they would have a more sustained stay. They won the Essex Olympian Premier Division title in 2023 and promotion to the Eastern Counties Division 1 South. In April, they were champions here and will start next season in the Essex Senior League. The last few years have been facilitated by a groundshare at Billericay Town FC. 

Hutton has played for two seasons in the FA Vase. This season saw their best progress as they beat Holland and Potton United, both by 2-1 scorelines, before they lost to Harringey Borough by the same margin in the 1st Round.  They also have four Mid Essex League Cups to their name, the latter to their reserve side. The club has a rich number of teams, sixty in fact, of all ages and genders. Their reserves play in the Essex Olympian Division 1 and won the title this season. Hutton B play in Division 4 North West, and their fourth string side plays in the Essex Olympian League Division 4 North West, and they won the title this season. As for Hutton A, the third string team that I was going to see, they play in the Essex Olympian Division 3 North West, which sits at step 10 of the non-league pyramid or level 14 of non-league football overall. They look to finish a mid-table 6th this season. Last season, they finished 3rd in Division 4 North West behind Broomfield and Hannakins Farm.

Hutton is a suburb of Brentwood. It lies 3 miles east of the town centre, on the eastern edge of the built-up area. The area is split between modest housing estates and the largely affluent Hutton Mount. Hutton was formerly a separate village and parish. This was abolished in 1934 and absorbed into Brentwood. It is around a mile from Shenfield station, which has good access to London on the Elizabeth Line. The name Hutton means the farm or settlement on a hill spur. Hutton appears in the Domesday Book of 1086, when it had 24 households and was owned by Battle Abbey in Sussex. The first police officer of the Essex Constabulary to be killed whilst on active duty was Robert Bambrough, who drowned in a pond in Hutton by the criminal whom he was escorting from Billericay Magistrates' Court on 21 November 1850. The wider areas of Hutton have a population of around 15,000.

MY VISIT

This was to be the last Saturday of the season under the auspices of the FA. For the whole of June, football is strictly forbidden, aside from charity games. Whether it is for insurance reasons or just because they are a bunch of petty-minded dictators, we are never told. It seems daft in modern times when the season starts as early as 24th July for some clubs, but what do we mere mortals know in comparison to the bigwigs at the FA? I was looking to carry on until mid-June and then have a couple of Saturdays off. This Saturday, we were down to the dregs, with it mainly being second or third-string sides in the lower reaches of Essex Leagues. On my list of fourteen options available locally, seven were my first choice, and seven were ones that I wasn't especially keen on. The three favourites were in the lower reaches of the Essex Olympian League. Herongate was the most useful ground, a step 7 tick. Hutton was the early kickoff and would give me a fighting chance of getting elsewhere should the game fall. The easiest and cheapest option was Leytonstone United, but that was at a generic sports centre.

It had been a boozy old weekend, but it was a final pint before bed on Saturday. It had been a great day, but I didn't have the greatest night of sleep. It was a hard old day at work with people and their annoying children out in force with the hot weather. The place was absolutely rammed, and I was glad when 1 PM came, and I could go home. I treated myself to steak and chips for dinner after my afternoon walk. It was the most useless Bank Holiday of the year, football-wise on Monday, so working wasn't a biggie. It was a bit of a hard day again, though, with yet more families enjoying a day out and respite from the sun amid the heatwave. It was my Day off on Tuesday and a walk down Wycombe. The nights remained scorching, and the days warm but perfectly tolerable.  Thursday is usually the quietest day at work, but I ended up doing two hours overtime to help out. A fellow hopper had narrowed it down to the two games at Hutton and Herongate. Both were close to each other, and with Hutton kicking off at 1, that was the smart option, even though I preferred Herongate towards the Essex Olympian Premier, which kicked off an hour later.

By Friday, I knew of a few games that had fallen, including my third choice at Leytonstone United. It was a busy, but not unpleasant day at work. I was out at 1.30, drove home and walked down Wycombe. For the second weekend in a row, it was a couple of pints and this time, fish and chips at Wetherspoons. You can't knock fish, chips, peas and a pint for £8.22 and it's as good as you'll get in any chippy, if not better. I then walked home and had a curry and a few pints in the evening. A perfect Friday and another PuffPuff controversy as he took umbrage at Penybont playing behind closed doors on 13th June. I am yet to see a game on that day, but am hoping for a charity game at Shrewton United. It was a very chilled and relaxed Friday with some interaction with some good people online. I went to bed around 10 in a good place and in fine fettle for the following days hopping.

 

It had been a boozy old Friday night, so I was looking forward to taking it easier on Saturday. I got a good night's sleep with a couple of hours lie in. I was still up just before 6, though and had a bath and got dressed before going out for a walk. I was happy whilst browsing Instagram to find that the ground would be used in the Essex Olympian Premier next season, so it was a preemptive tick. I was delayed leaving by a Sainsbury's delivery and then further by two sets of roadworks between Colin and me. It was a warm but decent journey. Google Maps initially directed us to the cricket club, which was a pleasant place, but two miles away. I was glad I'd driven as I'd have been stuffed if I were on foot. There were plenty of hoppers there, with the choice limited. It was free entry, so I went to the bar. They had a good selection on draught, but the pumps were out of action, so I settled for a bottle of Magners for £4.75.

 

Hutton A sat 6th in the table and had won nine, drawn five and lost six. They were in mised form and had lost 1-0 to Manford Way in their last game. Springfield A were second-bottom and had won four, drawn four and lost thirteen.  They were ten without a win in all competitions. In their last game, they went down 1-0 to Sandon Royals. Hutton took the lead after 7 minutes with a close-range finish. It was 2-0 on 12 minutes, a low shot from just inside the area. At that point, Springfield had barely been out of their own half. Springfield had a couple of attacks and came close, but it was 3-0 on 33 minutes, an attack down the right and a low shot. There were 29 in attendance, most of them hoppers. It was 4-0 four minutes into the second half, a header from a right-sided cross. On 51 minutes, it was 5-0, a long ball forward latched onto. A good run and finish with a low shot made it 6-0 on the hour. It had been good to stand with some friendly Gillingham fans. I dropped Colin off before getting home at 4.

 

THE GROUND 

FLINTS COMMUNITY GROUND is a decent setup with plenty of potential. The main pitch is basic with just two dugouts and a rope along part of one side. There is plenty of space around for stuff to be added. The bar is smart and offers a good range of drinks if the taps are working. There is also the potential to do hot food. Parking is plentiful, but I'm not sure about public transport.

Brecon Corries - Rich Field

Brecon Corries FC

The Rich Field

Canal Road

Brecon 

Powys

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Ground Number: 1556

Saturday 23rd May 2026

Brecon Corries - Chepstow Town

Ardal South East 

BRECON CORRIES - A BRIEF HISTORY

BRECON CORRIES or BRECON CORINTHIANS to give them their full name, were established in 1946 following the end of the Second World War. Early on, they played a single season in the Mid Wales League (Southern Section), winning the title. In 1949, they joined the Welsh Football League, starting in Division 2 East. They were champions in 1955, winning promotion to Division 1. A 6th-place finish in 1964 was good enough for promotion to the Premier Division, but Brecon only lasted a single season before relegation. A couple more seasons were spent in Division 1 before, in 1967, the club resigned from the league and joined the Brecon and District League. Though they won no honours here, Brecon returned to the WFL in 1974. Starting in Division 2, they won promotion in 1980 after a 3rd-place finish. The club were Division 1 champions in 1082, winning promotion to the Premier Division, which was renamed the National Division in 1983 and Division 1 in 1992, following the founding of the Cymru Premier.

In its first season as a second-tier league, Brecon finished as runners-up behind Ton Pentre, but the second half of the 1990s proved cataclysmic as the club suffered four relegations in five seasons between 1996 & 2000 to find themselves in the South Wales Senior League Division Two. In 2002, Brecon won promotion to Division 1 after finishing as runners-up to Fairwater. Another relegation came in 2005, another promotion in 2011, this time as runners-up to Lisvane/Llanishen. The league changed its name to the South Wales Alliance in 2015. Brecon left for the Mid Wales South League in 2019, winning the title in their debut season. They moved to the Mid Wales Football League East Division, which they won in 2022. This earned them promotion to the Ardal South East, the third tier of Welsh Football, where they remain to this day.

 Local cup wins include the Mid Wales League Cup in 1948, the Welsh League Cup in 1963, 1982 & 1992, the J. Emrys Morgan Cup in 2022 and the Mid Wales Football League Play-off in 2022. Brecon, archaically known as Brecknock, is a market town in Powys, mid Wales. Historically, it was the county town of Brecknockshire (Breconshire); although its role as such was eclipsed with the formation of the County of Powys, it remains an important local centre. Brecon is the third-largest town in Powys, after Newtown and Ystradgynlais. It lies north of the Brecon Beacons mountain range, but is just within the Brecon Beacons National Park. It has a population of 8,250. The Welsh name, Aberhonddu, means "mouth of the Honddu". It is derived from the River Honddu, which meets the River Usk near the town centre, a short distance away from the River Tarell, which enters the Usk a few hundred metres upstream. The confluence of the River Honddu and the River Usk made for a valuable defensive position for the Norman castle, which overlooks the town, built by Bernard de Neufmarche in the late 11th century.

Brecon's town walls were constructed by Humphrey de Bohun after 1240.  The walls were built of cobble, with four gatehouses and were protected by ten semi-circular bastions.  In 1400, the Welsh prince Owain Glyndŵr rose in rebellion against English rule, and in response, in 1404, 100 marks were spent by the royal government improving the fortifications to protect Brecon in the event of a Welsh attack. Brecon's walls were largely destroyed during the English Civil War. Today, only fragments survive, including some earthworks and parts of one of the gatehouses; these are protected as scheduled monuments. In 2010, the Town Council installed a plaque to the slave-trader Captain Thomas Phillips captain of the Hannibal slave ship. During the worldwide Black Lives Matter protests, the plaque was removed and thrown into the River Usk.[citation needed][27] Following the protests, the Council passed two resolutions on 20 September 2020 to display the plaque in the local museum, Y Gaer, and to request that it be displayed as part of a suitable exhibit detailing the wider context, without being restored. It was also resolved unanimously that a working group is established to consider whether a new plaque, a new work of art, or a loaned artwork should be commissioned, and where any new piece should be located.

MY VISIT

For this Saturday, the game choices were dwindling, though there was still a long list of around sixty fixtures I could go to. Not many of them were great in terms of travel, though, so it was whittled down to a shortlist of four possibilities. Barnston, Cheam Park Rangers and a double of a game at Field AFC and Beeston St Anthony's were all considered. However, Brecon Corries had been suggested a few weeks ago, and I was all set to go to that until Daniel announced that he wanted £40 in petrol each from Colin & me, as none of the Essex lot fancied the trip to Wales. Plus, I'd have to drive up to ASDA, which would be another £2. I'd worked it out that if I drove, I'd only ask Colin for £31 if he came to my local bus stop. I really didn't fancy driving. Eventually, a compromise was reached. Daniel would take a shortcut and pick Colin up from home, and me up fairly locally and 'only' charge us £37 each. This worked for me; I figured that £6 extra was worth it for being able to have a few drinks and type up my blog on the way home. I had paid a premium to use public transport and also had a much longer journey for the same reason. The day out is important to me, more important than the football itself, at least on a Saturday.

It caused yet another PuffPuff controversy on Twitter after he demanded that his passengers pay for his petrol, pretty much. Barely a day goes by without him upsetting someone with his worldview on there. Personally, I work out my servicing costs for the year, divide them by the number of miles done that year, then add them to my costs so I can fairly compare them to public transport. For this year, it has been a good year for car costs, so only 4p a mile. I then work out each trip using the trip computer on my car, subtracting 10% from the MPG as it is woefully inaccurate. I'll then split the costs among everyone in the car. Normally, it's Colin who gets the belting deal, never having to drive because of his epilepsy. But I could never justify making my passengers pay more, and I reckon that it could cause problems with car insurance too. As well as the occasional airport runs and school runs that Daniel does for extra money, but each to their own.

From our game in Gloucestershire, I drove Colin & I home. Gloucester Services was extremely tempting as it was a farm shop, but it was a tight call for Colin to get his bus home. Despite some slow drivers, we made up time on the way, and I dropped him off and got home well before 8. I came home, uploaded my blog and sorted my photos. Three pints of cider were consumed as I watched YouTube and tried to send myself to sleep. I got off around 10.30 ahead of another busy Sunday at work. I had played hard over the weekend, so a bit of hard work was no bad thing. Monday was fairly similar, but despite my usual Tuesday off work, there was no midweek football that I fancied. We were in the dying embers of the football season, but I was hoping that I'd have a few more Saturdays yet. I briefly considered Upper Hale v Farnborough North End, but decided against it when kickoff was put back to 7 PM. If it had been step 7, I wouldn't have minded, but it was further down the pyramid. I still walked to town and back, getting some shopping and having a relaxed day. The rest of the week was work. I did my research on the club on Thursday and was feeling like a pint or two. However, I decided to wait until Friday to make that reward taste all the better. I spotted a parody article in Viz which had a dead ringer for PuffPuff in it, much to the amusement of Twitter.

It had been a busy week at work, but not unpleasant. I came home on Friday, slung my clothes in the wash, had a shower, got dressed and had a pizza for lunch within 90 minutes before heading out for a walk. Four miles into Wycombe, first stop the fruit stall for a big bag of clementines for £2. A pint at Spoons for a penny less was made all the more pleasant by sitting out the front and watching the world go by. Then to Poundland for some batteries and a can of Irn Bru before a pint of Old Rosie in the old faithful, The Rose and Crown, tipped the scales from stone cold sober to merriment. Lidl was next up, where I got a bottle of rum and some fresh lemonade, amongst other things. Some rum went into the lemonade for the walk home, where I had a final pint of cider before bed. I woke at 6 and got bathed and ready. Leaving at 7.40, I realised I'd forgotten breakfast so stopped at the Asda petrol station for a meal deal of Hoi Sin Duck wrap (in the absence of Brie, bacon and chill chutney sarnie), energy drink and cake bar.

 

From there, I walked across the road just as my lift was pulling up. I was allocated the Kenilworth Road seat with little leg room behind Daniel. It was still fairly comfortable though. It was a convivial journey and good to catch up with Chelmsford-born hoppers Daniel and Jake. It was a reasonable journey; the families, not my favourite type of people ahead of work tomorrow, were out on force and caused congestion near the M4/M5 junction. The pleasant-looking town of Crickhowell was also slow going. We were at the Welsh Venison Centre Farm shop at 11.05. It was very good, I got a Venison sausage roll, a chocolate brownie and three ciders for about £23. I had the chilled Gold Medal cider (a retry) and the Venison Sausage roll in the sunshine amidst lovely views. My only quibble was that it was not based in Barry in tribute to the 1990s Southampton and Newcastle midfielder. But it was a great place to pick up some random Welsh produce that's not available back home. It was then 15 minutes drive to the town. Despite being less than 15 minutes walk to the ground from the ground, our esteemed driver said it was too far to walk. We headed to the pleasant Wetherspoons, The George Hotel. As I was full, I just had a pint of Black Dragon for £3.34; the others had soft drinks and food. The other half was ordered, with me still not hungry. One meal was not enough for our driver as he helped Jake finish his. Jake had indeed had a cocktail with Malibu, but it looked like Fanta. From there, the very pleasant town saw us bump into a fellow Wycombe fan and have Welsh Rarebit at the Country Kitchen. This was superb and the best I've had. A disappointing half of Tiny Rebel cherry beer was had at the Brecon tap, but at least I got a load of cider to take away.

 

Brecon Corries were 13th in the table but had suffered a 15-point deduction due to a player registration issue. Insanity that it happens in the digital age and with the otherwise excellent Cymru Football app, but there you go. They'd won 14, drawn 5 and lost 11. They were on a good run but had lost 3-1 to Abertillery Bluebirds last time out. Chepstow Town, an equally lovely town, had won 8, drawn 11 and lost 11. They were on a good run too and had beaten Croesyliog 3-1 last time out. It was Chepstow that made all the early running, but it was Brecon that took the lead on 20 minutes, Jay Hughes with a low shot. Jamie Williams got the second on 37 minutes from close range. It was quite an achievement as apparently half of their players were away on a stag do. This fact showed in the second half as Chepstow roared into a three-goal lead, playing some good stuff, though the usually reliable Cymru Football App did not register. Two sending offs made Brecon's job that bit harder around ten minutes from time. The score remained unchanged. Brecon probably deserved a share of the spoils, but it was not to be. We had an hour of crap roads before we got on the M4 towards home. Time dragged, but I was home well before 8 for a final drink before bed.

 

THE GROUND 

RICH'S FIELD is a pleasant venue. Just the one stand, but this has bags of character. Basic soft drinks and snacks are available from a hut. The rest of the ground is open standing, set in a lovely area. Parking is plentiful, and the town is around 15 minutes walk away.