I’ll be honest, it’s nothing major. But I remember visiting Manchester United, just how many tourists there were milling around Old Trafford. The same seems to happen at Liverpool, and I’ve encountered it at many grounds. But there was nobody at the Etihad.
What’s this got to do with Wrexham, I hear you ask. Well, I’d been out of the car in North Wales no more than a minute when a man with an Australian accent approached and asked if I knew where the club shop was. He and his son were armed with cameras and taking photographs of the stadium and I’ll admit I was a touch surprised.
In fact, it made my drive from Newcastle seem somewhat low-key in comparison. Unfortunately, it turns out that I may have accidentally hinted that there wasn’t one, due to the shop requiring a drive to get to the other side of the stadium.
It’s something of a fine beast. A massive terrace at one end, old school floodlights and the stand containing the club shop reminded me a little of the Main Stand at Roker Park, except it had picnic benches outside. How very civilised.
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