Where's The Tea Hut reflects upon local football South West style with a few trips further afield. Keep the faith & stay safe.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009


Tuesday 27th October 2009
UniBond Northern Premier League Division 1 North
Clitheroe 1 Woodley Sports 0
Admission: £7
Attendance: 160
Programme: £1.50
Tea hut purchases: Tea £1, Steak pie £1.50
Weather: Very mild for this time of the year, a calm and dry evening
Parking: Roadside, just down the lane from the ground, easy exit
I'd been joined on this visit by Glenn, probably the worst tipster and football predictions failure I have ever met. Glenn is also a habitual economiser of gargantuan proportions and as we travelled towards the main route to get across to Clitheroe he was telling me of his latest cost-saver bargain. He'd bought himself a new pair of shoes and mighty proud of them he was too, in fact he had them on. Glenn mentioned that he'd spied them as soon as he entered the shoe shop but they were far too expensive for him. As he moved down the shop to the remnant-sales racks he was gob smacked to find a single pair of the shoes he'd liked now on offer for only £7. "Yep" he smugly remarked, "only 7 quid for a top dollar pair of the finest shoes in the county", I had to agree that really sounded a bargain. Glenn continued to mention that he would be mainly wearing the new shoes for night matches as they were different sizes! His reasoning was the shadows would lessen the image of him having one shoe bigger than the other! It was at this point that I missed my turning for the A58 and inadvertently went down the slip road for the M62, the tale had now caused me an extra 20 miles in fuel as I found a new route to make use of being stuck on the motorway. In addition to this I'd be looking at his new shiny shoes all night. Shawbridge is the home of Clitheroe FC and it is everything one could hope to find at a non-league ground. Tremendously charismatic stands and various covered terraces, a homely brightly lit tea hut, decent friendly people, there is even a 1 in 4 slope at one corner of the ground (well not quite 1 in 4 but the slope is significant), all excellent stuff and I found it a jolly good place to visit. I had a walk around the ground, even managing to lose Glenn and his new shoes for a while and I predictably ended up at the tea hut which had the fantastic title of 'Blues Grub Tub' emblazoned across it. There was already a good number of people tucking into some steaming pies and even though I had put away a decent sized evening meal before I left home I found myself asking the Tea Hut lady for a lightly baked steak pie. I enquired of its origins? Tea Hut lady told me it was from the famous Clayton Park Bakery and many folk reckoned these pies to be the very best in the entire UniBond League. Wow! Gosh it was a hot one, I had to stave off my greed for nearly ten minutes before I could eat it. Unfortunately I had to disagree with Tea Hut ladies glowing reference for the pie, I found the filling lacking on meat and a bit too runny with gravy. My pie of the season 'front runner' still remains the steak pie from Glossop North End. Both Clitheroe and the visitors, Woodley Sports are currently in the lower reaches of the UniBond Division 1 North, both sides had struggled to put the ball in the net and this match was already looking a six pointer. Travelling support from Woodley was minimal, it seemed to consist of just 4 lads (my apologies if others were there). The lads provided excellent support for their side throughout the whole 90 minutes by endlessly singing and shouting encouragement. The match itself was really very entertaining and I've never been to a game with so many missed chances, fluffed sitters and tremendous goal saving clearances, it had everything.... apart from goals! Clitheroe had three quarters of the chances to run up a cricket score but Woodley should have also put 4 or 5 in the net, particularly poor Gavin Salmon the respected Woodley striker who put one of the easiest tap-ins wide you could ever see outside a 'jumpers for goalposts' encounter. Poor Gavin would surely have won the match for Woodley as his mind-boggling miss came with the scores still at 0-0 and only minutes remaining. This was my 31st game of the season and not one, up to now, had ended goal-less, I was pleading for one to go in (from either side) as we entered 4 minutes of injury time. Again chances still came and went and then finally, gloriously in the 4th minute of added time Clitheroe got the all important goal to end a fantastic finale of a wonderful match, ten seconds later the referee Mr I Siddall of Bolton (the best referee I've seen this season) blew his whistle to send Clitheroe fans into dreamland. Everybody was laughing and smiling at the outcome..... apart from the 4 lads from Woodley. Spare a thought for the exhausted ball boy who collapsed in a heap as the players trooped off to the dressing rooms. This hero in an oversized Hi Visibility Vest had been fetching sky bound miss-hit shots back from the gardens, nearby ponds and side streets of Clitheroe for over an hour and a half. He just couldn't take any more.

Monday, 26 October 2009

What about my tea?

Following my unsuccessful raid on Flixton Football Club I was in urgent need of some comfort stodge..... I'd not had any dinner and my failure to find anything at the match had left me dizzy and completely disorientated. It was over 6 hours since I'd last been full up! I tried a chinese chippy but when I got in the queue all the numbered dishes on the bright yellow boards made me panic, I had to run out and get some fresh air. I managed to ring home and my wife kept saying "Whats the matter?"....."Are you alright?"......"Speak to me Krugg!"...... as I lay semi-conscious slumped behind the wheel of the car in a dark rainswept layby just off the M60 all I could whisper between my groans of hunger was........"Help meeee".

It worked a treat, my wife interrupted her plans for watching Strictly Come Dancing and made me a massive gut busting Cornish Pasty. I made Krugg House in record time! (Chips were a bit pants though)

Sunday, 25 October 2009


Saturday 24th October 2009
North West Counties League Premier Division
Flixton 0 Squires Gate 2
Attendance: 46
Admission: £5
Programme: £1
Tea hut purchase: They don't have one
Weather: Blustery grey day with the odd sunny spell and shower
Parking: Club car park (free), easy getaway Upon approaching the M60 orbital motorway the traffic news on the radio was almost as bleak as the weather. An accident just at the turn-off I was heading for meant that 8 junctions worth of traffic was stacking up. I decided to go around Manchester's M60 in the opposite direction but this meant I was doing a lot of extra miles just to make kick-off. What should have been an easy trip was turning out to be a pain in the neck. I was pleased that traffic proved to be light on the new route. After blasting past Stockport, I soon reached the signs for the massive Trafford Centre shopping complex and it was only a few more miles for Flixton FC. I pulled in the car park at 2.20pm, I'd made good time against (what first appeared) dreadful odds. As I was getting out of the car a convoy of speeding vehicles and screeching tyres witnessed the delayed arrival of the Squires Gate players, they'd doubtless been held up in the same traffic mess. (It later transpired that Bootle players travelling in cars to their game in Manchester at Maine Road FC had been involved in a nearby motorway accident which may have been the cause of the gridlock, fortunately nobody was hurt).I am aware that Flixton have had a lot of problems and walk-outs over the years and that they are trying their very best to get on an even keel and gradually make some progress in a very tough division. My apology for not knowing all the facts but this club look very much like a project in motion. Anyone (groundhopper or DIY reporter) could come along to their Valley Road stadium and fill their boots with negative waffle about the lack of a tea hut, a really poor programme, peeling paint and remnant junk waiting for a passing skip but lets put a few things into perspective. Flixton probably have no money, rely almost entirely on a small band of helpers multi-skilling against multiple hardships and are trying to put a team on the pitch without a genuine budget in the depths of a recession. The latter point means there will be no long list of fat wallet sponsors and the local population will be saving pennies for the christmas essentials from the Trafford Centre magnet. Potential growth currently equals zilch. There were 46 people at todays match, will the piggy bank extend to putting a catering operation on for greedy floaters like me? They would also have been lucky to shift 20 programmes, at a quid a copy that means somebody has to write it, print it and stand there selling it just for 20 pounds return (and no, there is not a lot of advertising revenue in it). Rather than moaning how lacking in content the programme is, perhaps we should be thankful that one of the few helpers has found time amongst everything else that needs doing to actually get one out on sale at all? I digress, on a well known non-league football forum recently there was a popular multiple page thread asking what was the most depressing ground, people responded in droves and lots of undeserving clubs got named? Rather than kick clubs struggling to survive should we not support them and take the positives out of them purely remaining in the league and being there? There is no such thing as a depressing football ground, take each stadium (or pitch) on what you find and enjoy the experience. This is what the approach should be for Flixton and I wish them every bit of luck in progressing their club on and off the pitch.
As for today, Flixton got beat and to be honest Squires Gate played the better football. They passed the ball better, seemed to have more options and despite some good saves from Flixton's new keeper Gate deserved the points. The blustery wind was playing its part to make control difficult and I dont know if the current match balls are up to standard for anything other than summer football? Remember when you was a kid and sometimes you had to rely on one of those really cheap footballs that usually came from a garage or a sea front kiosk, they always had the really thin plastic, well today was a bit like playing with a ball like that at times, the ball was swirling all over the place (apart from where the kicker wanted it), I reckon the balls should be a touch heavier. The opening goal came midway through the first half when Louis Mayers turned well inside the box and struck home an unstoppable shot, when Andy Harvey slotted the second home following a defensive slip late in the second half it was job done for the visitors. Flixton had battled hard but they just lacked a bit more edge. Squires Gate seem a well balanced side and certainly have some good players, particularly Andy Richards who was probably man of the match for me. This was a decent game in difficult conditions and it again proves what value for money is on offer in the North West Counties League.

Sunday, 18 October 2009

Ilkeston Town

Saturday 17th October 2009
Blue Square Conference North
Ilkeston Town 1 Northwich Victoria 1
Attendance: 547
Admission: £9
Programme: £1.80p
Tea hut purchase: Tea 80p
Weather: Light cloud on a calm afternoon
Parking: Roadside, opposite the £1 club car park
Beer junky Geordies on the M1 South! I called in at a service station on my trip down to Ilkeston, it was approximately half an hours drive from Nottingham. The M1 had been pretty quite but the services had just received 8 coaches of ale-hungry Newcastle United supporters some 4 and a half hours ahead of their tea time match at Forest. It was a 'bier-kellar' experience. Cowering old ladies and crimplene men from Debenhams left half eaten ciabatta's as the black and white stripy nylon and cheap cans of Fosters turned the complex into a fizzless slop-fest from hell. I made an excuse and left. Soon I was in Ilkeston.... and lost, well almost. Why I bother to take along 'How to Get To The Ground' directions off football sites I do not know. For the sixth time this season some wag had missed off a turning and given the wrong exit from a key roundabout, oh what a laugh! I went back to my wild west tracking skills and found the New Manor Ground hiding behind a hump backed bridge, a burned out wagon train and a dodgy canal. I was still in plenty of time to watch locals ordering plastic pots of ploppy peas from the tea hut, wow! This was either a sign that hard times really had hit home, with the poor locals unable to afford a pie or chips with their peas, or more likely, it was some weird South Derbyshire custom to improve regular bowel movements. I witnessed 3 kids and 2 old blokes buy this treat in the ten minutes I stood near the tea hut, they had even put plastic spoons out for them, as soon as they grabbed their pea pot, they'd grab a spoon and scuttle off down the side of the hut to shovel down the gloopy green mush. I like mushy peas but not in bulk and not on their own? This match certainly lived up to its billing as one of the Conference Norths games of the day. It had everything, rampant no-holds-barred attacking from the visitors, gutsy determination from the young home side, a sending off, penalties, top class goalkeeping and a deranged referee slowly going insane as he gradually lost the plot. Northwich should have won by at least a couple of goals but all credit to 10 man Ilkeston for fighting like hell to keep in the game. I would not bet against Northwich being right up there come the end of the season and that is despite their ten point deduction for going into administration. They played some top football even before the sending off. Nice to see a decent Northwich following at the game, some probably enjoying a nice stand seat next to the halfway line for £5 cheaper than at their home ground (shame on Northwich for £14 seats in the Conference North). All credit to Ilkeston, I liked the ground, it was tidy, offered good viewing, had some character and everybody seemed pretty friendly. They offer up a good quality programme as well. I reckon most people enjoyed the match today, apart from those suffering the emerging effects of those potted peas. I headed back north hearing reports on the radio that Forest were beating Newcastle United, shame all that ale had been for nothing, at least they'd get a decent headache out of it on the long slog home (amidst all the toilet stops).

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Salford City

Tuesday 13th October 2009
FA Cup 3rd Qualifying Round
Salford City 2 Blyth Spartans 2
Attendance: 271
Admission: £7
Programme: £1.50p
Tea hut purchase: Tea 70p (Very nice too)
Weather: A calm, clear and fairly mild evening
Parking: Roadside just down from the main entrance
The green and white striped shirts huddled in pre match anticipation outside the neon off licence. All cheap cans and crisps or perhaps something stronger, after all this was FA Cup night and the pubs were in hiding. The ground was just through the lights and up Moor Lane to the right, soon I could see the tops of the floodlights through the trees. The first parked cars came into view, aching bodies stretching by the kerb, glad to be in the fresh air after the monotonous drag of the A1 and the M62 west, you could see the colours beneath the overcoats and the regatta anoraks from Milletts, the Spartans were on tour again and tonight they saluted the sights of salubrious Salford City. All told there must have been around 70 odd Blyth Spartans supporters at Moor Lane tonight, a fantastic turn out for a Tuesday night cup match, thats a hell of a long trip to take on and all credit to them for the loyalty and the great support for their club. It would be around 1 a.m before they saw their Mick Tait pyjamas and Croft Park bedspreads again, never mind the cat and the wife. Slowly the locals started to appear, calmly eyeing the north eastern invaders with a confident feeling that this lot would be the next bunch of Conference North playboys to get a bloody big shock. That rattling Non League big-dipper had recently witnessed humble Salford City dump the bungling big shots from Hyde United out of the cup in the last round but they'd also suffered their cosy clubhouse being burned down, if ever a club needed a shot in the arm with a bit of a cup run with some welcome cash also tagged to the glory then Salford would be the boys. The partially wrecked clubhouse provided an eerie presence at the side of the pitch, next to it there lay 4 functional portakabins provided by Seddons which allowed the club to still put on a tea hut, a bar and a club shop profile, an excellent gesture by Seddons to help out the little club in such hard times. Amidst some better-than-usual music on the tannoy, sat in a great main stand and reading a really good programme (which had been put together in very short time since Saturdays victory over Hyde) I was thinking to myself that Salford City had a decent set up going for them here, if they can get over the problems sadly resulting from the burned out clubhouse, get some improving results and generate more local interest then there could be a real opportunity for growth and progress. Good luck to them. Now for the match. Blyth looked very focused and measured early on, they discharged that body language that they were the ones in control and that this was a 90 minutes procedure they would complete to win a cup tie, away, on a Tuesday night, at lower opposition, miles from home, because they were the better side, just like Mick Tait had told them in the dressing room. Shame nobody told Salford City, the local gang aiming to hit the big time the easy way, fast and hard. Blyth went one up, Salford got one back, still in the first half Blyth got another goal, Salford got another one back. The Blyth Army didn't look so calm, cocky and collected anymore, in fact they had gone a trifle quite. In the main stand, what earlier looked like normal blokes just popping in from a day at the office or working down the site, were now jumping up and down singing songs at the top of their voices beneath big orange and black Salford City banners. That main stand can get pretty loud as well. What a great match it had turned out to be. As can be the case, the second half didn't have the same drama and thrills as the first. However, it was very much an enthralling tense and tight affair which Salford dominated for the most part with Blyth more or less happy to sit deep in midfield and rely on odd breaks and set pieces. A draw was a fair result in the end (just) and now the balance of expectation will be even greater for Blyth to do what is expected in the replay at Croft Park next Tuesday evening. Can Salford make that long trip to that north eastern stronghold and get something from the game? Many will say no, personally, having seen how they played without fear tonight I don't think they should be totally discounted, if they get a goal and keep a decent spirit, this could be very tricky for Blyth, trickier than most would expect. Who knows? I know most of the locals left happy tonight, how nice for Salford that most neutrals would agree they were (perhaps) the better team, perhaps some Blyth fans might agree as well?

Sunday, 11 October 2009


Saturday 10th October 2009
FA Cup 3rd Qualifying Round
Buxton 2 Bradford Park Avenue 2
Attendance: 533
Admission: £8
Programme: £1.50p
Tea hut purchase: Tea 90p
Weather: Dull and cloudy with the odd sunny spell
Parking: Roadside adjacent to the ground, easy exit
Seeing as I arrived in Buxton at about 1.15pm it was inevitable that I would succumb to the fast food demon and sure enough by 1.25pm I was in the queue at the Coach House fish and chip shop just up the road from the ground. I'd told my wife I would grab a nice salad sandwich but the 'promised' sensible option was long gone when I greedily ordered a belt busting portion of cup-tie cod and chips, oh dear, how guilty I felt as I wrestled with the vinegar soaked wrappers on a bench opposite the market. It was only after I'd finished off the last of the fish bits that I realised they had just charged me £5.15p for what once was a cheap takeaway dinner, it really is becoming ridiculous what simple things cost in this day and age. I made yet another mental note to be more frugal with my ongoing matchday menus. I had expected better weather than this, it was actually spitting with rain as I slowly made my way to The Silverlands, that most noble titled location for a football club. Things bucked up a bit when I got in the ground and a shaft of weak sunshine lit up the tea hut just across from the gents toilets and the raffle ticket table. Time for a tea to wash down all that chip fat. Have to say they seemed to be doing a steady pie trade at the hut with the arriving Bradford Park Avenue supporters the main culprits, just as well they had a good stock in the warming cupboard, these Yorkshire folk were hungry people. There was a funny cooking smell at the tea hut which I struggled to identify, it wasn't a bad smell, it was a warm-food type smell but it just didn't seem the right smell, maybe it was just me or perhaps Buxton do some strange relishes and marinades for the burgers? who knows? I had my usual walk around the ground, took a few snaps and as kick off approached I noticed there was plenty of space in the main stand, I decided to give it a go. I soon realised why there were so many empty seats, especially in the far end! There is a massive communications pillar plonked to one side of the stand and it greatly obscures the views to one of the goalmouths, this means everyone huddles together in the other end of the stand just to be able to get a decent view of the match, surely they could have agreed to move the giant pillar a bit further away from the front of the stand when they drew up the plans, it just seems stupid to have it spoiling the view from so many seats. The match started at a pace and it was good to see some fast attacking football from both of the sides. Buxton fluffed at least 3 sitters in the first 15 minutes and Dorryl Proffitt was the striker most probably kicking himself for at least not netting one of them. Bradford surged forward and went 1-0 up from a penalty, again Buxton threatened but couldn't finish and one sensed that the tide was turning in the visitors favour. When Buxton failed to clear a second half raid the next inevitable Bradford goal had me thinking this was definitely game over, how wrong could I be, Buxton stormed up the other end and Kieran Lugsden got the first of two goals to dramatically level what had been a good competitive cup tie. A draw appeared a fair result in a fast paced game that seemed to have just flown by. A good following of Bradford supporters accompanied by their vociferous friendly counterparts from Buxton held their plastic glasses of watery lager aloft, many a pint had been sank from the bar, many a chance had been missed as well, this had been a credit to the spirit and quality of FA Cup football. Good luck to the side that triumphs from the replay.

Thursday, 8 October 2009


Wednesday 7th October 2009
Vodkat North West Counties Premier Division
Padiham 2 Bacup Borough 0
Attendance: 162
Admission: £5
Programme: £1
Tea hut purchase: Tea 70p (from the clubhouse kitchen)
Weather: A clear and chilly evening
Parking: Club car park, easy getaway
Padiham is a traditional type of an old north western town not far from Burnley. Whenever I have had cause to drive through the centre it always appears pretty much dead, there is never a soul in sight. Tonight there were a lot of brightly lit takeaways offering up warming stodgy delicacies from China, India and the likes of East Lancashire but still the streets were empty. One would like to think the locals were already packing into Padiham football clubs Arbories Stadium up at the top of the hill. Sadly they weren't, they were watching Granada Reports behind the net curtains instead. I drove up the narrow lane past the pub and into the darkness, finally I entered the club car park, parked up and I started the task of applying extra clothing for the chill of the night ahead. Upon entering the ground you directly come across a nice looking clubhouse which looks pretty new, as there didn't seem to be a tea hut out on the ground I went inside to search for refreshment (I didn't want food as my wife had made me a massive homemade meat and potato pie for my early-tea before I left, unfortunately I was still full). As I walked in the clubhouse, everybody seemed to turn round and look at me, it was like walking into a saloon in a one-horse-town western although the furniture and fittings looked a bit better here. It was unbelievable...... nearly all the old blokes (and there were quite a few) all had the same headgear on! I'd stumbled across a mass outbreak of cheap Burnley bobble hats! I followed the crowd to the kitchen door and got a nice cup of tea in a mug and decided to slurp it outside. After the shock of the Burnley bobble hat clones I made a decision to watch the match on the far touchline banking. I had a quick read of the programme but even though it was only a pound it wasn't very good, however this is not the upper echelons of the Football League and I was grateful for the publication. Both Padiham and Bacup Borough had been in recent good form and both clubs currently resided in the upper part of the table. The match was keenly contested on a decent looking pitch and soon we had chances appearing at both ends. As the game wore on Padiham took control and their flowing dominance seemed to increasingly fragment the Bacup game plan, mistakes entered the away sides performance and it was no surprise when the goals came. One particular member of the Bacup supporters in the crowd had been voicing his displeasure at his sides inability to establish a meaningful output, this is fair enough and quite normal but it was unfortunate that his language was straight from the gutter and nobody wants to listen to swearing, especially when there are ladies and young children in the vicinity. This had been a decent game and the North West Counties League does seem to offer good value for money. Padiham look a strong side at home and it will be interesting to view their progress. Perhaps Bacup just had an off day, maybe it was something they had for tea.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Kendal Town

Saturday 3rd October 2009
UniBond Premier Division
Kendal Town 0 Kings Lynn 1
Attendance: 227
Admission: £8
Programme: £1.50p
Tea hut purchase: Kendal do not have a tea hut
Weather: Blustery chilly day with showers and sunny spells
Parking: Town centre car park £3.50p, ten minute walk What had been forecast as the UniBond match of the day turned out to be a real turkey (no disrespect to Bernard Mathews intended). The terms dirge, drudge and dross sum up this sad excuse of a football match. The windy remnants of the passing weather front played havoc with the chosen elementary tactics based on hoof, hope and lets all run after the ball. Either the respective managers had decided that their players could not adapt to a short passing game or the lads were simply not capable of executing football befitting the conditions. Kings Lynn took all 3 points from what looked a nailed-on bore-draw and it will doubtless appease Carl Heggs the fiery Linnets boss from rollicking his charges all the way back to Norfolk. Unfortunately Heggsy spent the afternoon in the stand, there was a rumour he was banned from the touchline, this spoiled the usual touchline entertainment as Carl often grows more and more potty the longer the match progresses. All I could see today was his outline in the stand as he kept jumping up and down shouting and pointing at anybody in ear-shot. A stewards nightmare. Lee Ashcroft, the Town boss tried to liven up the game by calling the officials something nearing the truth and he was promptly sent off for his honesty, Lee tried to continue watching the match from the crowd but the ref wanted him in the dressing room, poor Lee had to walk all the way around the ground past a jovial mini-bus full of beered up Kings Lynn supporters, not nice. You could clearly hear Lee taking his anger out on his sandwich box and the flask his Auntie had provided him with as the bangs and crashes rang out from beneath the wooden stand. Other memorable moments from the afternoon were provided by watching falling leaves dance in the wind before coming to rest on the lush green pitch but I got bored with this after a while. As Kendal Town do not have a tea hut (something I was kindly pre-warned about by a supporter before my visit) I was pleasantly surprised to find some children selling soft drinks, mars bars, home made biscuits and Kendal mint cake from some tables beneath one of the tin sheds. I got the only bottle of water on offer and they only charged me a pound, lets hope the club can get some proper tea hut stuff in order for the near future (they could rope in some two-fat-lady types to give it that Gateway to the Lakes feel). Another bright interlude to this match of doom was watching the lad who acts as ball boy enforcer climb an old pair of wooden ladders up and over the adjacent cemetery wall to rummage around the graves for the match ball, the back four of Kings Lynn were certainly keeping him busy, the safety officer just shook his head and smiled. As the teams carried on hoofing and failing to time simple passes the locals became more and more fed up, narky and grumbly. The referee wasn't helping by lecturing everybody at length and endlessly disrupting any faint chance of open play. As the final whistle blew everybody seemed to heave a sigh of last the ordeal was over. I forgetfully let out a statement of "garbage", a bloke nearby heard me "wasn't it just" he agreed, "I wont be back to watch this shower of sh***" for a few months" he politely exclaimed.....oh dear, time to go and find the car.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Krugg award for September 2009

Each month I will present a club with the special 'Krugg Award' for the ground I have most enjoyed during that months visits. The Krugg Award results in a special selection of extra photographs being posted from the winning ground. As I am a renowned miser, the award does not carry any financial gain, neither is there any kind of trophy, however, the winning club will be able to say they 'won' the award above all the other clubs whom I visited in that particular month (without any disrespect to all the other locations, there is no such thing as a poor football ground).
The September 2009 contenders were:

Eastwood Town
Glossop North End
Ramsbottom United
Bangor City
Bradford Park Avenue
And the Krugg award for September 2009.................
goes to GLOSSOP NORTH END, here are the extra pictures from the Surrey Street stadium