Just back from the match, this is not in haste, but written with the satisfying reflected glow of a win in my heart and a malt whiskey in my hand .   I love the start to a new season. No goals conceded, no defeats, no new signing flops, and still in every competition. In the seventies a trip to Stoke was feared off the pitch, but not on it. Now the reverse is true. The brooding Boothen End , casting a menacing shadow over tight terrace streets and half glimpsed back alleys , is no more. The m
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