Come on, The Colliers!
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A long bugler occasionally
blasts out the right note.
Maybe also the source
of the odd native American
war cry. The few hundred at Ashington
are passionate in their support.
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Proud mining town, home
of the Charlton brothers
and Jackie Milburn. But nothing works.
A first-half breakaway by the men
from Yorkshire is enough.
No one alive to remember
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the Third Division (North).
Crescent moon above the little stadium.
Before the game I get talking
to a former non-league goalkeeper
who won the FA Vase
but now needs hips replacing.
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