Plough Lane

Plough Lane was a football stadium in Wimbledon, south west London. It was the home ground of Wimbledon Football Club from September 1912 to May 1991, when the club moved their first team home matches to Selhurst Park as part of a groundshare agreement with Crystal Palace. Both clubs' reserve teams then used Plough Lane as their home ground until 1998, when it was sold to Safeway. The stadium was then left derelict until it was demolished in 2002, and became the site of the Reynolds Gate housing development in 2008.

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Dave Bassett - Management Career - Wimbledon
... The 1985–86 began with a bang at Plough Lane as Bassett's Wimbledon crushed a financially troubled Middlesbrough (who ended the season relegated) 3–0 at Plough Lane ... leaving Wimbledon, Reynolds Gate housing development (on the site of Wimbledon's Plough Lane stadium, which closed in 1991) included an apartment block - Bassett House - named in honour of Bassett ...
AFC Wimbledon - Stadium
... played at Plough Lane between 1912–1991 ... they announced their intent to return to their spiritual home of Plough Lane, 21 years after the original Wimbledon F.C ... However, since the original Plough Lane was demolished in 2002 and later converted into a housing development, the club chose the site of Wimbledon Stadium which is currently in use as a greyhound track ...
Plough Lane - History - After Wimbledon F.C.
... Plough Lane continued to be used by both Wimbledon and Crystal Palace as the home ground for their reserve teams' home matches until 1998, when Sam Hammam sold the ...

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