NLP says…
Tuesday night was one of those rare nights when I actually got out to watch a game of football. The venue was Hartley Wintney, a club just a few kicks down the road from where I live. When you drive through the village, you are greeted with Hampshire splendour at its finest; grand antique stores and quaint coffee shops pepper your view, all adding a dash of character. This, right here, is middle England. The faces aren’t as familiar as they once were and the population has swelled as the area lives off the fat of the London commuter belt, but just over the way is a fo...