It opens with a Nowhere FC flag, a washing line of worn-out kits, and two women tuning up like they’re about to take you on a journey both nostalgic and quietly magical. Their local rivals? Somewhere FC, naturally.

But this is no spoof match report. It’s a tender, tuneful ode to the songs we bellow from the terraces — those curious anthems of joy, defiance, heartbreak, and hope. It’s also about folk music, and the unexpected way it intertwines with the beautiful game. Football, here, becomes shared ritual: grandads taking you to your first match, eating the same pie every week, shouting together in glorious unison. It’s culture as community, and music as memory.

Armed with a guitar, a banjo, and disarming warmth, Minnie Birch and her fellow performer take us on a witty, melodic trip through the history of football chants, underpinned by smart, well-researched context. From My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean (via some seagull-based reinterpretations) to Greasy Chip Butty (Sheffield United by way of John Denver), Blaydon Races (Newcastle), I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles, and Spurs’ unlikely soft spot for Barry Manilow — it’s a joyous setlist. The tone is inclusive and affectionate, never tribal. The humour lands, but so does the heart.

Women’s football gets its spotlight too, folded in with care. And the show’s emotional climax — where a refugee scores the winning goal in a fictional match and her grandads bond over it — lands beautifully. It’s the mark of a good storyteller: simple, moving, and gently political, celebrating belonging and the redemptive pull of sport.

The Nowhere vs Somewhere rivalry provides a neat thread throughout, but the real gold lies in how Birch reframes terrace chants as folk songs — passed down, sung loud, always shared.

At 45 minutes, it’s exactly the kind of show you hope to stumble across at the Fringe: heartfelt, a little rough around the edges, but full of promise. The storytelling may need some polish, but Birch’s voice is a welcome one on the scene — funny, generous, and especially impressive for someone so early in their journey. She’s a talent on the rise.

Bring your mates. Bring your memories. Bring your grandad. He’ll thank you for it.