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Port Vale 0-1 Plymouth Argyle: Life Extinct
After weeks of hard work and endeavour we have finally achieved our goal of reaching the bottom of League 1, taking over that mantle from yesterday’s visitors, Plymouth. Our quest for 4th division football seemingly impossible to stop. Darren Moore… Continue reading
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AFC Wimbledon vs Port Vale: Tripping On London
Tunstall. Crack of dawn. Streets half-lit and half-forgotten. Furlong Road stands quiet, like it’s waiting for something to happen. Sitting on the doorstep with a Sterling red and a coffee. The town’s still asleep but the day’s ready to tell… Continue reading
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Port Vale 0-2 Arsenal: Madri, Titanic and the road to Vale Park
Wednesday 24 September 2025. 5pm and the Bulls Head is humming, a low jazz of clinking pint glasses and belly-laughs, three hours deep in Titanic Ale and the kind of pre-match buzz that fills the soul with joy. St. John’s… Continue reading
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Port Vale 0-2 Arsenal: A Tale Of Salt And Steel
Vale Park, Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent. 3rd Round, Carabao Cup. Wednesday 24 September, 2025. 8PM kick-off. We were beaten, yes — 2-0 by a far superior Arsenal side. It was like steering a battered trawler into the path of a gleaming frigate… Continue reading
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Port Vale vs Arsenal: Breakfast And A Morning Stroll
Wednesday 24 September 2025, 08:30. The morning began, as mornings ought, with a ceremony of nourishment both modest and magnificent. An omelette, golden and obedient, enfolded within its curving embrace a portion of smoked haddock – firm, fragrant ,and faintly… Continue reading
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Reading 1-0 Port Vale: The Gentle Art Of Not Scoring
Saturday 30 August, 2025. Madejski Stadium, Reading. Dark clouds gather above us like prophets of doom. We cannot ignore this weather — this creeping malaise. August dies in the rearview mirror. Six games gone, no wins, just the bitter taste… Continue reading
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Reading V Port Vale: Searching for that Young Soul Rebel
Saturday 30 August, 2025 We roll. We roll because the road is ours, and the road is all there is. No gods, no maps, no meaning—just the hum of the engine and the beat of our hearts. Camus asked, “Should… Continue reading
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