The sun is shining with painted blue skies as I exit a gate opened by a cheery steward, at Trent Bridge Cricket Ground. Division One County Championship status is all but confirmed for Notts. It will be Michael Atherton's old team, Lancashire CCC, that will be relegated. The irony is, of course, that Youth has kept us up. Atherton isn't shy to snipe, sneer or make cheap remarks about Super Notts. This is the guy who could put a glass eye to sleep with his Test cricket batting, and who, as England captain, was also caught red-handed, at Lord's in 1994, ball-tampering, by rubbing soil from out of his pockets onto the ball. 'Athers', the scaredy cat, fled to the Lake District with his girlfriend to escape from the baying Press pack, before being dobbed in by a hotel guest. He returned home to Cheshire to face the music. The fool somehow kept his job, escaping with a £2,000 fine. What if that was an Aussie, eh?
I'm whacked out after walking around Wolverhampton the previous day, so as I head from the ground, towards the city centre, on late Saturday afternoon, I decide to jump on a bus that drops me off on Angel Row, just off Market Square. There's a restaurant up in Hockley called Mesa that Ms Moon and I quite like dining at. Recently the head chef there has upped sticks to work at a new eatery called Raymonds, opposite the Angel Microbrewery.
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I'm greeted on the door by a friendly maitre d'. Walk-ins are advertised on the website. We are shoe-horned into an eating area by the bar. The menu is small but varied. We tuck into some fried chicken, bbq lamb and a charcuterie plate. I quench my thirst with a session pale ale from Deya Brewery, based in Cheltenham, that's up there as one of my favourite craft ale taprooms of all time.
We've time to kill as the Just the Tonic comedy evening isn't due to begin until 9 pm, up at the Metronome, that's located at the bottom of Huntingdon Street. The Fox and Grapes, in Sneinton, is just around the corner. I grab another craft ale. Faggsy is in there. He gives me an update on the final hour's play down at 'The Bridge.' He's feeling rather chipper after the Pies grabbed a late equaliser up in Morecambe. He's looking forward to his midweek jaunt up to Carlisle United's Brunton Park ground to watch the Magpies. He'll also complete his final (214th) Wainwright walk, up in the Lake District the following day. That's an achievement to be proud of.
The comedy evening is a good laugh and great entertainment. There's three acts on the bill plus witty compere Jon Pearson. The Chase's Paul Sinha delivers a blistering 30 minute set. Boris Johnson and Philip Schofield are the butt of his jokes. At £18 per ticket it represents fantastic value.
There's chuff all live football worth watching on the East Midlands midweek circuit. Ms Moon is in Sussex working again. The TV set is all mine with a festival of European football to choose from. Accompanied by a glass of cheap Tesco Sauvignon Blanc wine I watch Arsenal v PSG, Villa v Bayern and Porto v Man Utd - all three are enjoyable games.
Tuesday is always a massive day at MSR Newsagents, on Front Street, Arnold, where I work part-time. It's the best job in the world folks. For 79p the publication of the day is the magazine What's On TV. The soap addicts are getting all giddy whilst queuing out of the door to bag one. The big news is that EastEnders wide boy, David Wicks, is back in the game on Albert Square. "Whatever next?" says an overexcited elderly lady, as I hand her over 21 pence change. "Probably be Ethel and Winnie the Pug dog, next", I reply, through gritted teeth, as I bid her farewell for the day.
It's Friday evening and I'm sitting in Carlton Town's Stoke Lane clubhouse on a table that includes club sponsor Jon Gilbert and Millers' assistant manager Andy Clerk. The club is raising much-needed funds after only two home League games since early August. Former Newcastle United and Nottingham Forest full back Frank Clark is tonight's guest speaker.
My favourite anecdote of the night is superbly delivered by Clark. Following a game in London one Saturday afternoon in the 1970s,his goalkeeping colleague, Northern Ireland international Willie McFaul. invites Frank to Stringfellows nightclub in the West End, where they are due to sit on the same table as flawed Manchester United genius Georgie Best, a mate of Willie's. The recently crowned Swedish Miss World, Mary Stavin, makes a beeline for Clark, or so it seems. "Do you like to dance?", she asks Frank. "Well of course" replies a gooey-eyed Frank. "Well piss off onto the dance floor, as I want to sit with George", said Stavin .. lol. I thank Jon Gilbert for his hospitality and wish 'Clerky' good luck for the game against Liversedge tomorrow, before jumping into an UBER, as I'm up at the crack of dawn tomorrow.
I'm on the 7.37 EMR train to Cleethorpes. Sat with me is fellow Millers fan and Football Manager Head of EFL Research, Dean Gripton. We catch up on the latest gossip since our last trip to St Andrews, a few weeks ago. Dean is the oracle on football, and great company to spend a day out with too. We change trains at Lincoln, but are soon arriving on the east coast at a sun drenched Cleethorpes.
The google reviews on Oliver's Eatery on the sea front are mighty impressive. The food is first-class and the service is five star - there 4.5 average rating is more than merited. I've only ever visited Cleethorpes on three occasions, each time I've been blessed with gorgeous weather. The first involved a pitch invasion by Norwich City fans at Blundell Park in 1986, resulting in Canaries manager, Ken Brown, being ordered by Grimsby plod to go on the microphone to plead with fans to clear the pitch so the game could be restarted. The second time was a 'Desmond' 2-2 versus Torquay United back in 2015, which was a National League game.
As we wander along the front, we stare out to sea in amazement. A car is abandoned and stranded on the beach, sinking in the sand as the tide goes out. I thought for one moment that there had been a reunion of the Derby County car share club starring: Tom Lawrence, Mason Bennett and Richard Keogh. An uber fact for you: Michael Jackson's song Thriller was written by Rod Temperton, who was born in Cleethorpes. He used to work shifts at the Ross Foods frozen fish factory, in Grimsby docks.
The game is close to being a sell out. The visitors, Doncaster Rovers, finished like a train last season due to some shrewd recruitment during the January transfer window. Grimsby have taken nine points in their last three games after impressive wins against Bromley, Carlisle and Gillingham.
Rovers blow the Mariners away in the early stages of the game. They are rampant down the left hand side. Gibson gives them a lead after two minutes. Veteran striker Billy Sharp should have doubled that after a glaring miss at the back stick after another raid down the left flank. The game is over as a contest by half-time. Donny are three to the good, whilst 'Town' are down to ten men after a needless Red card.
I bet the prawn sandwiches are top notch here in corporate hospitality. I clock Grimsby super fan, the comedian, Lloyd Griffith, in the bar at the break. He's not cracking too many jokes today, nor is Mariners manager Dave Artell who makes three changes to his team at the break.
The visitors run the clock down and play keep-ball in the second half. It gives me the chance to admire this wonderful iconic ground with its old school floodlights which can be viewed from miles around. After the final whistle is blown, Dean and I peg it a couple of miles to a bar called Docks Beers, who have produced artisan craft ales since 2018. It's packed upstairs as there is an 'Docktober' Beer Festival on. We sample a few of the superb range of ales on, as the football scores come in.
We finish off the day at The Barge in Grimsby town centre before catching the 6.30 train back to Nottingham via Lincoln. More on that eventful journey in next week's latest installment. Might even make the Whats on TV magazine Tuesday issue ..lol.
Attendance: 7,693
Man of the Match: Jordan Gibson
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