Quote Originally Posted by GrayBlade View Post
I’ve great memories of Graves Park as a lad. Jumpers for goalposts footie on the grass slopes, chatting up the lasses after the park had closed for the night, walking from the Norton end to the London Road exit and back in the dark avoiding the warden, catching the ‘big’ fish on bread and line in the boating lake and transferring them to the tiny fishing pond where I learned how to fish, and the even odd scrap between rival gangs.

Ahh, dem wort days. Kids today don’t know what they’re missing.
Played cricket a few times at Graves Park and the pitches were quite close and the oufields overlapped so that you could be fielding at square leg and facing you would be a fielder from the other pitch fielding at point. You had to keep your wits about you and, if the fielder from the other game said 'duck' then you did sharpish as the ball could be coming at you at speed!
I always remember the opening bat from the overlapping pitch, he had a wooden leg, gave the ball a whack and ran faster than anybody else when going for his own runs.

Can't remember the name of the pub just down the road from the dressing rooms near the entrance though.