I had to leave my palatial Southern mansion and travel to Stoke today, so on the way back I left the M40 and took the six mile detour to Brackley. It is a really strange set up - the Ground is at the end of a residential street.
Football fever has hit the town - as I could show you if I knew how to post photos in this bloody thing
I drove down to the ground and tested the pitch grass in a field outside St James Park as I could not get in and didn't feel like junping the fence (no longer physically capable). It was 14:30 so close to kick off time and it was soft on top, just about took a stud but was clearly frozen below the surface. I could imagine areas in shadow being unplayable..