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Memories

Golden years…

Yesterday’s post (Dreaming of cups but drinking from mugs) set me thinking  about the six decades of Coventry rugby I’ve been privileged to watch, man and boy. More especially, if I could choose […]

Routinely speaking…

Just up from the old Coundon Road ground was a crossroads and a row of general retailers, one of which was a sweet shop. About 45 minutes before a match […]