Could it be for financial purposes? I mean, with most clubs playing on a Tuesday or Wednesday, it could be very beneficial to play on a Monday, I suppose, if the game attracts a wider audience.

There is the other side of the coin of course in so much the players only get 2 day’s rest. But it is the same for both clubs.

In Leiston’s league, St Ives Town, prefer their home midweek night to be a Monday. So far this season they have played four times at home on a Monday, winning three and drawing one, although attendances haven’t really increased.

Redditch United are another side in the Southern League Premier Division Central who play on a Monday at home and, bar the Bank Holiday local derby with Bromsgrove Sporting, their last home game on a Monday attracted their biggest gate of the season (777).

Down the road in Essex, Chelmsford City have been playing on a Monday for many years.

Recently they welcomed Hornchurch for a league game and attracted their biggest gate on a Monday this season and third largest in the league this campaign.

Yes, it was a local derby but still, more than 1,600 on a Monday night is a great attendance.

I wonder, could the Monday night home night work for more clubs including dare I say it, Leiston? Who knows but it might be worth trialling.

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The other week I was moaning about the increased roadworks in this fine part of Suffolk and elsewhere.

So how to combat it, I thought?

Well, back in my young days British Rail once promoted ‘let the train take the strain’. So that’s exactly what Tick Tock and I did last weekend as we made the long trip to Worcester.

We jumped on an early train from Saxmundham and headed west.

Now I must admit I felt slightly strained myself as we made it to the excellent Sixways Stadium having changed at Ipswich then having to race across London to catch the last leg of the journey.

Tick Tock wasn’t a happy man. The buffet bar on the final leg of our train trip had run out of chocolate muffins, and he spilt his coffee over his lap as he went to answer the phone from his mum who had called to tell him he had left his LFC mittens at home.

I think next time we will choose a ground a little closer.

Anyhow, in Worcester, the cabbie allowed us to stop for a pre match meal deal en-route to the ground, and he agreed to pick us up at full-time so we could get back to the station to make Saxmundham in time for last orders.

That cheered Tick Tock up a bit, although he was once again panting as we sprinted across London. He really needs to do more exercise.

Back in Suffolk, the late refreshment was much needed after a long day on our travels. A good point on the road to, and what an impressive ground.

Which brings me to the thought… if only Leiston had its own train station.

Here’s hoping.