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It's been lovely and quiet on NSC, Palace get one win and suddenly it's an infestation.

I just stuck my head round the door, it smelt of dirty toilets, the floor was sticky and the beer was flat. The clientele left a lot to be desired, there was even one odd looking chap in full kit including shin pads. Jukebox was stuck on some shite song from the 60's. Give it a swerve if I was you.

I wouldn't normally go into a pub where I knew I wouldn't be made welcome, and where my point of views were likely to wind up the locals, especially if I had a perfectly good pub just down the road where other like minded people drank.