Jumpers for Goalposts

There is something uniquely British about going to a non-league football match - suppose the nearest equivalent is probably high school 'football' in small town USA.

At the last minute went to a Conference match yesterday and it had all the non-league essentials;
...you could get bovril with your hot dog...
...a minute's silence at the start of the match - not for a famous star but for the 'Fixtures Secretary' of the club who'd died that week - a nice touch I felt...
...the assistant referee going off injured after 30mins and the PA announcement that if there is a "FA County qualified official in the ground could they make themselves know to stand in as the fourth official"...
...a group of screaming schoolchildren celebrating a 7 year old's birthday...
...the match sponsor was the local fish and chip shop...
...in the programme there was one page which contained adverts for a local restaurant in an 'idyllic setting', a wedding photographer, and the local funeral directors...

An excellent way to spend a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon. Even had the bonus of during the warm up the goalkeeper rugby tackling the club mascot - which the 7 year olds loved. Unfortunately the mascots head fell off - this, I felt, let daylight in upon magic.