{"id":1320,"date":"2026-09-10T16:04:08","date_gmt":"2026-09-10T15:04:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eastdevoncosymysteries.com\/?page_id=1320"},"modified":"2026-09-10T16:04:36","modified_gmt":"2026-09-10T15:04:36","slug":"sidmouth-swifts","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/eastdevoncosymysteries.com\/index.php\/sidmouth-swifts\/","title":{"rendered":"Sidmouth Swifts"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sidmouth Swifts had never troubled anybody\u2026 until the season when everything changed.<\/strong>
Greenway Lane was not the sort of ground where football history was supposed to happen.
It had one small wooden stand, two old railway-carriage dressing rooms, and a pitch that sloped badly enough to confuse visiting teams and delight the locals. Most seasons ended quietly somewhere between hopeful and forgettable.
Then Sid Swift came home.
Once one of the finest forwards in English football, Sid returns to Sidmouth to care for his elderly mother. But instead of settling into retirement, he joins forces with the enigmatic Hungarian doctor Istv\u00e1n Varga and introduces the club to the radical \u201cKossuth Method.\u201d
No passengers.
No excuses.
No inferiority.
As the Swifts become fitter, harder, and more disciplined, victories begin to follow. Soon the tiny Devon club finds itself embarking on an extraordinary FA Cup run against bigger, richer, and supposedly better teams.
Told through the eyes of fifteen-year-old Paul Knowles, a lad who spends Saturdays behind the goal at Greenway Lane,\u00a0Sidmouth Swifts\u2019 Stupendous Season<\/em>\u00a0captures the lost world of lower-league football: muddy pitches, rattling trains, crowded terraces, tea-room gossip, and communities bound together by hope.
Funny, heartfelt, nostalgic and richly atmospheric, this is a football novel about much more than football itself.
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