Picture three men travelling North up the M6 - beware all who go any further because... you are about to enter the Dead Zone!
The OTHER SIDE of CUMBRIAN FOOTBALL
If ever a warning sign should be erected outside a football ground, then Brunton Park, home of Carlisle United should come somewhere near the top of the list. So this is League football, after having suffered ninety minutes (sorry, eighty-seven, we could take no more) against Burnley, my joy at going to Holker Street was only heightened. The football was pitiful, the home side are apparently pushing for promotion. All I can say is the rest of the Fourth Division must be bad. The atmosphere created by the fans was non-existent. The silence was broken only a couple of times with chants(?) of 'We hate Burnley' from behind the goals; all highly imaginative stuff - not half. The two hundred or so Burnley fans were hardly better, although they did come to life after they'd gone a goal down (funny lot) with a chant of 'We're not singing anymore!' Not once can I remember a player being given verbal encouragement from the moribund popular side where we were unfortunately turning to stone. Walwyn was the only Carlisle player to play reasonably well, and yet he seemed to be the crowd's whipping boy. All in all a trip to Christie Park, an afternoon in the White Lion or even washing your hair would prove a more stimulating experience. Carlisle fans deserve Carlisle United. Phil McMenemy Issue 003 - May 1990