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🕔Five pm in Telford.I'd dropped my bags at my hotel, visited four Good Beer Guide regulars in Oakengates and Madeley, done the suburban tour on Arriva buses, and was all set to head in the direction of that evening's football match.Top of the table (well, they were at 19:45 that evening...) Oxford City were taking on AFC Telford under the floodlights on a Tuesday evening in a National League North clash.AFC Telford play their games at the New Bucks Head ground in Wellington.Eight minutes by train, thirty minutes by bus for a skinflint like me determined to make the most of that day pass.Wetherspoon's backs onto the bus station which was handy for a teatime arrival.The William Withering (43-45 New Street, Wellington, Telford, TF1 1LU)This sits on the site of one-time coaching inn The Duke of Wellington, so I'm surprised that the JDW naming committee didn't opt to revitalise that name, instead of picking a local physician and botanist.The pub was demolished in the 1970's making way for…

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