The Little Bottomley versus Upper Crutchingham football match happened every Boxing Day, come rain, shine, hail sleet or snow. The bragging rights were priceless, and the battered cup took pride of place behind the bar of either the Drunken Duck or the Lamb and Fleece.
Nothing changed until the the coming of the Great War when so many went to war that there was barely a dozen young men in both villages.
What to do?
Boxing Day 1915. The muddy and bloodstained captain of Upper Crutchingham held the trophy aloft in both hands.
She smiled a gap-toothed triumphant smile…
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