Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Bovril (Saturday 12/4/14)

My visits to watch Shildon play at Dean Street usually involve wind, rain and a mud-bath of a pitch, with the highlight being the half time cup of Bovril which is made to perfection, not too strong (as at Spennymoor) or too salty (as at Bishop Auckland) but just right to set you up for the second half; however today a bit of spring sunshine and a grassy surface enabled the home side to show some quality in comfortably seeing off Sunderland RCA by four good goals to nil, pushing the polystyrene cup of the rich brown stuff into the background for once.

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