Part of the attraction of
non-league football is the proximity of the action, where you can park the car close
enough for it to get hit by a ball hit wildly over the bar (and the stand), and
you can stand adjacent to the pitch to see the action close up, and even join
in by returning the ball when it bounces over the barrier; a less welcome
element of grass roots football is when the mud off a flailing boot flies, as
today at Bishop Auckland, into your carton of chips to leave you picking out
some more literal grass roots.
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