Some facts about Thrussington (a) It’s got a population of around 600 people (b) it has two pubs (c) it’s got a bus service to Melton Mowbray and (d) it’s next door to Brooksby Melton College, home of Mansfield Town’s Academy.
The fourth fact might be the most surprising considering The Stags ground is around 38 miles away but ever more ingenious ways to offer youngsters the chance to be professional footballers mean their 16+ programme runs from Brooksby, described on Wikipedia as ‘a deserted village’ next to a village with around 600 inhabitants and a 76 mile round trip to get to Field Mill (or whatever it’s called these days).
As it happens, it appears that the programme is successful and as I was in the vicinity I thought I would stay with the football theme and celebrate Birmingham avoiding the drop with an improbable win over Fulham.
Garry Monk is arguably only being usurped by Darren Moore in Birmingham for performing miracles and having missed the game due to work commitments I thought I’d celebrate in style at 206 – The Blue Lion – LE7 4UD.
It was a classic village pub – very imposing – and there was a beer garden party in full flow when I arrived at about 3.30 on Sunday afternoon.
(Riley in full flow)
Whilst Martin and Duncan can celebrate titles with their respective clubs it is more paltry fare that constitutes a celebration for Birmingham fans (or Burton for that matter). Therefore avoiding relegation on the final day for the third time in five years is the equivalent of Champions League qualification!
I have to say the good people of Thrussington didn’t seem too concerned about the result of the Championship as this is deep in the heart of Leicestershire farmland. So it will most likely be the Tigers but could also be the Premier League that interest them since Leicester won it but Birmingham beating Fulham clearly wasn’t top of the agenda.
And who could blame them? It was a rare Bank Holiday scene of sunshine and with a massive bouncy castle, outside bar and live music in the beer garden then it was a classic British village boozer.
The two man beat combo, Riley, were melting in the sun but still managing to bang out some classic tunes, Erasure was being belted out when I was in the beer garden but it was standing room only.
The gaffer was also melting inside but clearly knows how to keep his beer as the barmaid pulled me a pint of Saddle Tank and he said “don’t drink that it’s the end of the barrel,” and went off to change it.
I had a more than decent Pedigree (Marston’s) instead but noticed he spent a good while afterwards pulling through the Saddle Tank so clearly knows his stuff, as that isn’t always the case.
However, a crisis was looming as a friendly bloke walked in with a massive straw hat and ordered some gins but was told there was no ice left!
“This is almost a crisis he said,” with tongue firmly in cheek. “The girls won’t drink gin without ice.” However, he was supping his pint whilst he contemplated life so clearly it wasn’t a crisis that was playing on his mind too much!
He suggested, in true pub banter fashion, that he might have to pop to The Star down the road and get some ice and I’m not sure whether the ‘crisis’ was averted as it was time to go.
This was quintessentially British. A classic village pub, packed to the rafters with a beer garden and lots of families set to drink into the night…
On a day like today, I had to drink in a pub with Blue in its title