Stuart Roy Clarke
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17th
March
2014

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.”

17th
March
2014

White Edge by blue moonlight …by Stuart Roy Clarke


This blue-ish moonlight makes for magical walks. I went up the sandy lane by White Edge, Frogatt Edge and on to Curbar Edge all within sight of the lonesome haunted house which stands upright, tall, haunting – you can see it for miles – once those spooky woods have retreated. Those ridge and cliff-top piles of rocks become faces and animal friends in daylight. Protectors. Even more so by the full moon. Some gusts of wind are warm mixed in with the collar turners. Mid-England in springtime. Countdown to the longest day.

Soup awaited my midnight return.
Pawing over a map by candlelight – that house I saw from a distance, then closer up, before running away…is White Edge Lodge. Who built it? Why? I must stay there.

17th
March
2014

The Import of Players (Oh England my England!) by Stuart Roy Clarke

To an extent, the import of ‘foreign players’ is there throughout the English game, not just the Premier League. The historic Northern League, 2nd oldest in the World, fiercely proud and well-run, features 45 clubs from the region …but few players can walk to the ground to play. Most of the village pit teams are fielding ‘imported’ players from the metropolises of Newcastle, Sunderland, Middlesbrough. Bobby Robson’s Langley Park can’t raise a team whether by foot, bicycle, car or jet…and are now defunct.

These proud village teams would rather have good or even reasonable import players from the city than have their pit-village name lost to the League. WE want the best that’s out there and WE who not want nearly so much something grown organically.

Nothing stands alone erect proud like it may once have done. Not even the winding-house at the pit entrance.