RailwayFC by Stuart Roy Clarke
One man is running the club. There’s only a few fans. There’s just enough players to make a team if everyone turns up. The club has had to change its name a few times in recent seasons. Partly to do with which pub sponsored them and welcomed them. They play almost on the edge of a huge cement quarry. Only one of the players works there. All the rest come from towns and villages from miles around.
“So what’s the point?” I ask of Mr RailwayFC
Mr RailwayFC: “I can run it how I like, even if i have to put a few bob in. And a lot of time. Doing all the jobs. No one can tell me how it should be. Or that it can’t be. It can survive.”