There is a ramshackle old hut in one corner of Dumbarton's Bet Butler Stadium (which, rather disappointingly, has been named after an online betting company rather than a character in Gone With the Wind) that could have come straight from the pages of Fifty Sheds of Grey.
There is a ramshackle old hut in one corner of Dumbarton's Bet Butler Stadium (which, rather disappointingly, has been named after an online betting company rather than a character in Gone With the Wind) that could have come straight from the pages of Fifty Sheds of Grey.
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Alasdair Reid
It is an incongruous piece of architecture in an otherwise tidy and modern ground, but it still seems a fittingly clapped-out symbol for football in this part of the world.
Or at least it did at the start of this remarkably entertaining affair. Looking down the Irn-Bru Scottish League First Division table you would have found Dumbarton locked at the bottom, while looking out from their main (well, only) stand you would have surveyed a scene of decay more post-apocalyptic than post-industrial in nature. At its finish, Dumbarton were still propping up the table and there had been no noticeable signs of urban regeneration over the course of 90 minutes, but things somehow looked a lot brighter for the Sons of the Rock.
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