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Oct 2014 back issue
by Baker
Turning up late, hungover, discussing last night’s conquest, lighting a cigarette at half time whilst sucking an orange
quarter, repeatedly calling the referee, team mates and the opposing team a “cunt”, the occasional brawl on the pitch
and then a quick pint before heading back to the missus and kids for a roast dinner. British Sunday league football at
it’s best, every week of the season at Hackney Marshes, the spiritual home of amateur football. And whether they know
it or not, they’re all playing for the privilege to walk onto the hallowed turf of Wembley…
How do all roads lead to Wembley?
League Champions
From the amateur sunday leagues, if your team gets promoted for 14 seasons in a row (and your ground and finances
adhere to strict requirements) you can be challenging Man City, Liverpool, Chelsea and the 17 other teams in the
premier league for the title of Premier league Champions. Along the way you take in a few stops at Wembley for the
play off finals!
The FA CUP
From the amateur sunday leagues, if your team gets promoted to become part of the National League system, levels
1-6 (and your ground and finances adheres to strict requirements), your team becomes eligible to enter the FA CUP. If
your team wins The FA Cup, they can only do so by playing in the final at Wembley.
So in fact, whatever level of Sunday League football you’re playing at, ALL ROADS LEAD TO WEMBLEY.
Only the best quality gear...Gaffer-taping the nets to the posts.
The men in black keeping the game from going into
disrepute.
“And you my son are booked!”
15 mins after kick off and subbed already because the hang over was just that little bit too much.
A kick around with mates, just like being back in the playground.
Last minute nerves.
A tough 90 minutes.
Classic sunday league football...an hours journey across
London to find out the game's been cancelled.
The celebration of champions.
The wonderful epitome of Sunday league football.
Champions.
The magic cold spray to cure all strains and pains.
Go Reds!
To ease the pain.
Final match preparations.
The essential half time refreshments.
“Fuck the game, I'm resting.”
More last minute preparations to look his best for the
big game.
“I've got it covered!”
Handbags at 12 paces.
