The FIFA World Cup is underway in North America with 48 teams vying to lift the trophy. England are in with a decent chance - assuming they play well - so across the nation, our public houses are getting firmly behind Thomas Tuchel, Harry Kane and the team. Mr D9 and I offered our own form of assistance by raising a few Wednesbury glasses in the squad's honour...
- Walk This Way -
Trip Log: Thursday 18th June 2026 and this outing serves as a Rail Rover intermission for the Secretary, who has otherwise been busy investigating Oxfordshire and Derbyshire so far this week. Sandwell slams itself into the mix care of an evening sprint around fair Wednesbury, Mr WME making sure to position himself in Moxley ready for the Chairman's impending arrival. As is Hub custom and practice, Mr D9 is slightly delayed in getting himself to Bradley Lane tram stop, but once in position the day's topical silly song can be announced. Given current footballing happenings, it is highly appropriate to select Peter Dean's 1986 Cockney-inspired classic 'I Can't Get A Ticket For The World Cup' although neither of our Hub Marketing members can comment on seeing the Taj Mahal or the pyramids of Egypt, please note.
- Railway Reflections with the Bald Spot -
Having endured that paean to the tournament held in Mexico forty years ago, we limber up for the current iteration by progressing to Wednesbury Great Western Street. The Midland Metro calls here now but the site has railway heritage, especially when you consider the presence of the former goods shed which remains visible near the junction with Potters Lane. It's a JCB digger and bulldozer storage site these days but it's easy enough to envisage how the lines towards Darlaston and Dudley used to pass through here. There actually used to be two separate stations in this vicinity: Wednesbury Town and Wednesbury Central.
- Beer in the Bellwether -
With the bald spot having staged its own kind of nostalgic homage to lost branches, we're free to get down to beery business. Our first port of call is the Bellwether, a Wetherspoons outlet on Walsall Street opposite the derelict Walker's Bingo Hall. The Chairman has been known to frequent this place of a Thursday afternoon, usually sitting at his adopted beer terrace tables ordering two pints at a time on the JDW app. Upholding the mantra that if it ain't broke don't fix it, we partake of Stan the Man, a seasonal 4.2% ale with tropical flavours brewed by Gadds' of Ramsgate. This proves a suitably quenching start to our mini-tour, although the constant traffic vrooming towards High Bullen isn't perhaps the most desirable of quaffing companions.
- A Turks Head Tribute -
Declaring the 'Belly' as having duly been bagged, the Chairman leads a foot-to-the-pedal full throttle circuit of three taverns scattered around the Market Place (but only after confirming that Churchill's - the renamed Conservative Club - doesn't open on Thursdays). Our second calling point is therefore the Turks Head on Lower High Street, a place that's also been known as both Seven and the Tavern in recent memory. Large St George's flags leave us in no doubt regarding England allegiances while Mr D9 is in his element clutching Carling in loud, brash surroundings. The punters here are certainly intent on having a good time!
- Going for Goals in the Golden Cross -
Hoping that our traumatised eardrums will recover at some point, we nimbly relocate to the Golden Cross which some readers might remember being called the Pig & Trumpet. It has a distinctively rounded protruding front bay appearance and is part of the Craft Union stable, meaning drinks promotions and sport are to the fore. More Carling and more flags echo our Turks Head experience albeit the noise levels are positively soothing by comparison, hence Secretary WME takes his turn providing a Cheers pose with a St George's Cross backdrop.
- A Royal Sideline? -
The third of this speedy trilogy is the William Archer (previously the George) as located on the corner of Union Street and Upper High Street - I would say in all its flat-roofed angular glory but the frontage is buried beneath a heap of scaffolding at the moment. It is open despite the ongoing repair works and what's more delivers us a welcome discount, £2.95 on your Amstel continental lager. A wall-length internal frieze depicting Wednesbury in the 1960s is a pleasing aspect, sitting in the lower room facing out towards Nick's News - has our resident royal given up his majesterial duties in favour of selling scratchcards and bus passes? The Market Clock then mournfully ticks around to 7pm to indicate that our frivolous fun must end so back to Great Western Street for the tram we go. Cheers... and Come on England!
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