It was the first time I had ever been on the Swansea ground, which, I learned, was called the Vetch Field, but it might just as appropriately been styled the Cabbage Patch – for cabbages were just as plentiful as Vetches. Along one side of the field runs a covered stand, but that was all the covering, for on the opposite side and behind each goal is a mound – the only ground I know which boasts three spion kops. The turf is usually on the heavy side, but the greatest handicaps to the visitors are railings close to the touch-line which keep off the spectators, and the dip on the right wing at each end, which undoubtedly favours the home side, for they know where it is, and therefore do not have to look for it. As regards the dressing rooms, they are under the grand stand, and approached by a subterranean passage lit by lamps, but it is easier to get into the Kingdom of Heaven than into the dressing rooms, during the interval, unless you are a director. I tried to get through with a message from Joe Harris to his old colleague, Brown, who used to play for the City, but was rigorously turned back, whereat I smiled, and the smile broadened when Swansea’s 12th man for the day told me that even he was not allowed in the dressing room that day.
Bristol Sports News, 1922.
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