Kiveton Park 0-2 AFC Dronfield

The Pies have battered the Latics 3-1, a scoreline that has flattered the visitors. The bar and back room at the King Billy in Sneinton is filling up with jubilant and euphoric Notts County supporters. Bar service comes swiftly and with a smile. I settle into the corner and check up on all the football scores as I quaff on my pint of real ale. I had hoped to catch the first half of the Chelsea v Liverpool game but the rugger is on the TV. I say hello to Faggsy and his pals on the way out. I dash home as I'm on cooking duties this evening.

It's back to the grind of the Media world on Sunday. I do 37 hours in the next four days. I hear a voice at the front of the shop "Sticky .... can he come in?" I see a forlorn look on the face of a little lad. It's Arnold's number one shoplifter Basil the Bluenose, a six month old Dachshund puppy, who a few weeks ago was caught red-handed stealing a packet of Fisherman's Friends. His two week ban is up and he is placed on probation.

Four days at work fly by. It helps that there's a game of football on Tuesday evening. The plan was to have left the shop bang on five bells, head into town and then jump on a train to Belper, where the Mighty Millers are playing. Any chance of that happening is dashed by the late arrival of a courier at the shop who collects all the parcels. Gedling Miners Welfare v Sandiacre Town is option two up on Plains Road.

The Miners got a good hiding up at Clay Cross on Saturday (7-2) in the League cup. It looks like a few lads didn't fancy it, as only twelve members of the squad travelled up to north east Derbyshire. Tonight's game is an entertaining 0-0. I get over myself these days when teams draw a blank, unless it's at a new ground .. lol. The Millers beat unbeaten Belper 1-0.

I've four days off to look forward to and have plenty pencilled in the diary. I sort the garden out on Thursday morning and give the lawn its final cut of the year. I jump in the shower before heading into town. I perused the website at Nottingham Broadway Cinema earlier in the morning and clocked that One Battle After Another starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Sean Penn is showing at 1.30. It has a running time of two hours and fifty minutes which is right up my street. It scored 95% on Rotten Tomatoes which is another good marker.

I've forgiven DiCaprio since Titanic. In fact the last movie I saw him in, Killers of the Flower Moon, was a belter. 170 minutes flies by and of course it's a happy ending. I drop by the Partizan Tavern for a couple of pints on my way home. Ms Moon is in a bad mood when she spots that Emmerdale Farm has been dropped from tonight's ITV schedule, due to the England versus Wales friendly at Wembley.

I had planned to visit the Staffordshire market town of Uttoxeter on Friday. I fancied a mooch about that would have included ticking off three Good Beer Guide Pubs. My favourite film director, Shane Meadows, was born in the town, so I had a few Dead Man's Shoes gags lined up for the blog. A broken down EMR train scuppers any plans of getting there. I only found out an hour before the train was due to depart.

I scan the departures board from Nottingham on the National Rail app. I notice there's a station at Mansfield Woodhouse. I alight the train just after lunchtime and take a wander around Woodhouse. There must have been some after-party up here following England's victory over Wales as there are countless St George's flags hanging from nearly every lamp post, as I walk towards The Greyhound pub, where I order a pint of New Rise from Welbeck Abbey Brewery.

I continue my walk into Mansfield town centre. I walk through Yeoman Hill Park where I stumble upon a spectacular war memorial for the lost during the Great War. Each memorial names the men and the country where they fell. It preys on my mind, as it should do, as I order a sandwich and a pint at the Stag and Pheasant.

I've 15 minutes to kill before the train leaves. 'Basil the Bluenose's local is The Railway which is adjacent to the station. I text his dad, Stevie Burrows, to see if he wants to meet up for a swift one.  Steve says Basil is busy at the moment wolfing down a three course meal prepared by the girls behind the bar which consists of: a bowl of chicken, a treat stick and a buffalo ear.

I'm rustling up some Vietnamese cuisine this evening. Ms Moon has very kindly picked up all the ingredients from Morrisons in Netherfield. I'm getting everything out of the kitchen cupboard and fridge when I swear loudly. I've no brown sugar. I traipse down to Tesco Carlton where I'm greeted by The Supremes singing 'You Keep Me Hanging On' - which you sure are folks, if you are queuing at the checkouts at Western Europe's worst supermarket.

Ms Moon only has a runaround for a car and it's not to be trusted. Obviously I'm without transport these days as I've only one chuffing eye. Once the good lady gets an upgrade we can travel further afar. For now the trips are solo, unless someone kindly offers to drive, which Matt Limon has volunteered to do next week.

I swing by Hungry Pumpkin for a bacon and egg sandwich before catching the same Mansfield train as yesterday, but staying on, instead, to its final destination: Worksop. I've a 25 minute change time. Kiveton Park has been on the 'to-do-list' for some time. One of England's greatest ever football managers was born here.

Herbert Chapman had a fairly unremarkable playing career. His managerial feats are well documented in a biography by the journalist Patrick Barclay. Chapman was manager at Huddersfield Town and Arsenal where he won four Division One titles and two FA Cup finals. It would have been more had his life not been cut short by pneumonia at the age of 55 years old.

Bloody hell, there are more flags up here than Mansfield, Kirkby and Sutton put together. Blimey Charlie, it was only little old Wales we beat you know. I squeeze through an unmanned turnstile. There's no charge for this Step 7 fixture in the Sheffield and Hallamshire County Senior League. I've already had a stroll around the cricket ground where the pavilion is named after Mike Smedley, who was once captain for Nottinghamshire CCC. 

The condition of the playing surface takes my breath away. It's like a carpet, folks. I sit in the glorious old stand as the players warm up. Dronfield, kicking down the slope, race into a 2-0 lead through two uncontested headers. There's little change in the second half, if anything it's the visitors who continue with their high energy, strong running and direct play. The word on the grapevine is that KPFC are a little light on numbers due to a stag weekend. Who gets married in the football season?

Attendance: 35 (head count)

Player of the Match: Herbert Chapman

Best Song I've Heard on the Radio This Week: Dracula, by Tame Impala

Favourite Real Ale This Week: Atlas, Marble Beers, The Mallard, Worksop Station