I reckon I’ve probably driven straight past this one a dozen times without realising it housed a ground of sorts.
I remember seeing goalposts set up in the middle of the athletics track but never give it even a second’s thought. But a little digging made me realise there was more to it, although not much more.
But it is pleasingly stupid. There’s only one stand, a very modern but unique looking one, and tiny too. And although it may be handy for athletics spectators, for a football audience it’s pretty much pointless.
Situated level with the 18 yard box, and with an athletics track between it and the pitch, it’s probably one of the most pointless football stands in the country. But you know what? I’m desperate to take in a game from there.
That’s pretty much your lot really though. It’s not particularly spectacular, and doesn’t score a huge load of points for me. But that stand is definitely worth visiting to see with your own eyes.
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Hey there! We all know that January is a bloody miserable month so let me cheer you up with possibly my favourite visit of all time.
You’ll notice I said visit rather than ground and that is very deliberate. Quarry Park is wonderfully shabby but that wasn’t its main attraction. No sir.
As I pulled up in the car I noticed someone on their back in the dugout. It’s not unusual when visiting a ground like this in the early evening to see someone on their own doing a spot of maintenance work, but with the ground being off the beaten track a little I thought I’d best slam my car door to try and alert him of my presence.
And it did that alright. Whoever it was quickly sprung out of the dugout, as did the young lady underneath him! It quickly became apparent that the repetitive moving of his limbs hadn’t been painting but something else instead.
It led to a very awkward moment as I tried to figure out whether or not to continue photographing the ground or not, especially as I was unlikely to be visiting any time soon, but as the young couple returned to the bench then I got a couple of quick snaps then made a very quick and embarrassing exit.
So apologies there aren’t as many photographs as usual, and that some of the ones present are bordering on the pornographic. Who knew that Carnforth Rangers at 6.30pm on a Wednesday afternoon was the place for some serious rumpy pumpy? Even I don’t like football grounds that much. I would recommend this one but I suppose it totally depends what you’re into!
My book contains no nudity, but is available to buy at a price so cheap it should be on the bench at Quarry Park.
Don’t worry, you’re quite right – we’ve been here before. Although it wasn’t until I’d pulled out of the home of Welshpool and was driving past it on the nearby dual carriageway that I noticed there was a second stadium on site.
And I’ll be honest with you, whether it was the surprise element might have helped, but this is a little beauty. Both in size and how fun it is.
If you’re visiting Welshpool, you can hop behind the cricket club, onto a playing field then over a little concrete bridge that crosses a stream and you’re there. In terms of weird entries to grounds it’s right up there!
If you really want to get your stadia fix then there’s also an adjoining rugby ground, but that’s not what we’re here for. This place might only have one stand but of life gives you lemons, we’ll still give you a (relatively) cohesive blog.
There’s bonus points on offer for the stand being named, of course. But as well as this tribute to Bob Mann, there are park benches dotted around the pitch as well, winning bonus points galore. It’s really quite a pretty little thing.
And so we salute this ridiculously named ground, complete with two football grounds, as well as a rugby one and also the cricket. A thumbs up from the world famous Andy Fury Football Ground Blog – a crowning moment in Waterloo FC’s history. Probably.
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This was a most unusual visit for me. “What, Andy, because it was in England?” Christ can you give it a rest with this right wing venom, readers? It’s seriously turning this blog into a chore.
No, it’s because it was when this tiny little ground played host to one of its biggest ever attendances. West Auckland, who I became very attached to whilst writing my book, were playing here in the FA Vase Semi Final, so it seemed mad not to visit on my way to a gig in Nottingham.
There’s really nothing to this place other than a reasonably sized but unspectacular new stand, and a social club with some picnic tables outside. But when over a thousand people are cramped inside then it made for a very special atmosphere. What would usually just be a bank behind one goal suddenly became a sort of makeshift terrace.
It’s definitely worth warning you that if the gates to the ground are locked then there’ll be very little to see. And so it’s hard to recommend it to the casual visitor. But I travelled on a one off occasion and thus it definitely sticks in the mind.
There’s a brief mention of West Auckland’s FA Vase Final appearance, as well as their remarkable run in the FA Cup, in my book.