I can’t remember when I last saw Rovers beat Gillingham. Maybe I never have. Thankfully that run ended here as Rovers served up a very visual depiction of a work in progress.
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Grimsby is actually known as Great Grimsby, because people can be cruelly sarcastic. Contrary to the collective belief of the wider country and beyond, Grimsby is not, nor has it ever been, in Yorkshire. They should be so lucky.
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A day for questions; will Danny Schofield have already put his stamp on Rovers? Will we show signs of improvement? And why is every Crewe fan behind that goal a dark-haired teenager in monochrome clothing?
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In the cult 1984 drama Threads, Crewe was destroyed by a single megaton Soviet Union nuclear weapon. Remarkably true to life for its time the programme depicted a desolate wasteland bereft of humanity or hope… and then the bomb hit.
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In the dark rain of 6am you leave the house, clutching your scarf and convincing yourself today it’ll be better. By 2.57pm, you’ve had some beers, a beach ball bounces round the away end, the guy next to you is brandishing a gnome. Optimism abounds.
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It can’t be much of a confidence boost for any city when you find yourselves the subject of one of those Royal Navy adverts telling you how much more fulfilling and enriching life could be getting shot at thousands of miles from land.
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Situated in the dale of the River Roch, it’s not known how Rochdale came by its name. The settlement’s history begins with an entry in the Domesday Book under Recedham Manor, and according to local records weekly markets were initially held in Rochdale from 1250, but they soon found they were missing valuable morning trade and so nowadays they’re held from about 0900.
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Barrow is known as Barrow-in-Furness ironically, because it’s actually f***ing freezing. Located on the Furness peninsula in what is now Cumbria, historically Barrow is part of the hundred of Lonsdale – a collection of fifty pairs of cheap trainers. In the Middle Ages the Furness peninsula was controlled by the Cistercian monks of Furness Abbey. The abbey was located in the Vale of Nightshade, named, as you might imagine, after the Duel specialist on Gladiators.
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The Ronseal of the North East, Hartlepool is so named because it’s an area where hart (stags) were known to drink from a pool. The initial settlement grew around an Abbey which was founded in 640 by Hieu. The first of the saintly recluses of Northumbria, neighbours would presumably describe Hieu as a quiet woman who kept herself to herself.
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Years ago I arrived at Northampton for a Rovers match unsure how to get to the ground. Spotting a bloke in a claret and white scarf leaving the station ahead of me I chose to follow him. All was well and good for about 25 minutes, until he then suddenly turned left, went through a gate, up a path, took out his keys and went into his house. To ensure this same fate doesn’t befall you, here’s our guide to Northampton Town.
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