© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Were You One of The thirty
Who Played In The Dixon St Game?

Dixon Street playing fields in Parkfields, Wolverhampton in the 1960’s. Plenty of lads from the Rough Hills Estate and All Saints would congregate and play a match for hours on end. Far too many for a 11 x side game. If you were there you joined in and played. Quite often it was 10 goals for half-time and twenty the winner but come Sunday it was a monster of match. We kicked off in the morning and resumed after dinner in the afternoon. The pitch was probably as wide as it was long. The one touchline was the path that went from Dixon St to Kent Road and Pond Lane. At about mid-day when the Monkey House pub opened blokes would pass by on their way for a pint sometimes stopping for while to see our game.

I was recently in conversation with someone and mentioned this poem. He knew Dixon Street playing fields very well. He played for Coseley Amateurs and recalled the old tin huts that were so called changing rooms. One game had to be held up as another path ran diagonally across the pitch and a woman was walking to Pond Lane with her shopping.

The playing field at the time of writing is being redeveloped and levelled to make another flat pitch and the Monkey House is boarded-up. Whenever I drive by I can still feel the excitement. I recall that time in my life over 40 years ago when those games meant so much to me and I’m sure that there are others who feel the same way.

Are you one of the lads that played?
Enter you name into my guest book and I will mention you on this page.

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