Surrey Street

Opposite this building and to its right is what looks like a small industrial estate with little commercial/industrial units dotted about, punctuated behind the other goal by a boxlike KFC. Wild shots often flew over the back of the terrace into it, to be flown back on to the pitch some time after, thankfully not coated in the Colonel’s secret herbs and spices. Moving round from here is a serene and pleasant view of Glossop with a panoramic backdrop of hills in the distance.

The red strip you can see behind is the KFC

The disparate elements of the surrounding scenery were mirrored in the ground itself, which was a gallimaufry of structures. It is fairly evident when doing a circuit of Surrey Street that all efforts in recent years have been to just keep GNE ticking along, as is the case with so many clubs at this level. This is far from a criticism of the club as I quite like my grounds erring towards the makeshift side.

The main stand in Surrey Street was this ramshackle affair, consisting of two rows of long benches, interrupted suddenly for some random red bucket seating. It holds around 200 fans.

Behind the goal this shot was taken from, is a covered terrace stetching halfway along on the main stand side and next to this is the fair sized clubhouse and bar. By the side of the clubhouse is a small portacabin with a rectangular hatch sawn out, serving refreshments. Down the other side the first thing you come just down from the turnstile down the terrace is a bizarre square of seating. I’ve never come across anything like it before in a ground - a very small wall completely enclosing some stone seats, with a capacity of about 8.

Further down was a very skeletal affair covering of some of the terrace. Like in the game of Jack Straws it looked like if you took a sliver of wood from any part of the structure, the whole thing would collapse.

Behind the other goal was just a path behind the perimeter bar, whose thick white glossy coat was peeling to expose a rusted underneath. There was a building behind this goal, of unspecified use or occupation, that looked like it had just appeared there one day, TARDIS-like, pre-antiquated.

Glossop North End vs Atherton Collieries is about as northern a sounding fixture as you can get! It should be accompanied by Dvorak’s New World Symphony (aka ‘the Hovis advert’). Atherton Collieries are a team founded, unsurprisingly, from miners from six pits around the Atherton district, in 1916 - the Atherton district lying in the metropolitan borough of Wigan. They too were founder members of the NWCL in 1982 and have made steady progress since.

Glossop were lying slightly above Atherton in mid-table before today’s game. The game was bookended by a pair of double strikes. A powerful header into the top corner from a sublime cross made it 1-0 after 3 minutes, and the same bloke, Morris, made it 2-0 after 14 with a deft chip. Glossop never looked in doubt of claiming three points as they played some good football throughout. Balls get lost very easily in Surrey Street and by 3.20 they were already reduced to the yellow balls as the latest one was lost in what looked like a sub-station behind the seated stand, within the ground. It wasn’t until two minutes from time that they added a third - a close slide in from a cross. Their fourth was only the second time ever I have seen a goal scored directly from a corner - and what a view I had of it!

I was stood directly behind the corner flag in front of the exit, as Young hoofed a banana ball over the haplessly advancing Atherton keeper straight into the net. It was a touch of class to finish a great performance from the GNE.

[The story of Glossop’s league adventures from 1898/99 - 1914/15 is an interesting one. There is a chapter devoted to it in David Conn’s book ‘The Beautiful Game?’. As Viz would tell you it is available from all good book shops and most crap ones.]

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