I tawt I taw a puddy tat. This chap, lets call him Mr Legend, takes a 4foot Sylvester the Cat to every match. He sits him the basket of his bike, and jolly well rides him to every game.
Clearly, this is a craze that could well sweep the nation. Labels: Alton Town , Sylvester the Cat. A rush and push and the lands is ours. Beaven talks us through the top of the table clash at Nene Park in the Football Conference:.
Non-league games are my guilty pleasure. I support a Championship club, watch a fair bit of Premiership football, run a Football League website and have soft spots for various foreign teams. But there is something about the non-league scene that casts a spell over me. This game, a fairly routine home win which is already lost to the sands of time, perfectly encapsulated the reasons for my captivation. Handily, my flatmate Haydon is similarly enamoured. We make regular trips to local games and, no matter how terrible the football is, there is always a talking point and there are always a few laughs.
And we are getting awfully familiar to the same look of horror on the faces of stewards at non-league clubs across Northamptonshire and the bordering counties. Haydon is a wheelchair user, you see. Access is improving and some facilities have been extremely impressive.
Pretty much everyone we have encountered along the way has been fantastically helpful in ensuring that our hunger for non-league football is taken care of. And when you rock up at Leamington and a steward has to manoeuvre a small plastic mascot sheep out of their rudimentary wheelchair section to make room for you, it's clear that you're onto a winner.
