Who we are

Tunley Athletic Football Club calls the little village of Tunley home, tucked away in the Somerset hills just down the road from Bath.

We are not flash. We are not fancy. We do not have a luxury training ground or million-pound transfers. What we do have is a pitch that takes on more water than a duck pond, a battered kitbag that has seen better days, and a group of lads (and the odd legend) who would run through a wall for this team.

Built by builders, miners, warehouse lads, and lifelong locals, this club is not just part of the community. It is the community. The players, the people on the sidelines, the ones frying bacon on matchdays or mending nets midweek — it belongs to all of them.

Football here means turning up in the cold, cheering through the mud, and celebrating the rare clean sheet like we have won the FA Cup.

You might have seen us on Specsavers’ Best Worst Team. Let’s just say our performance on the pitch didn’t exactly turn heads, at least not for the right reasons. That said, we’re incredibly grateful for our time with Specsavers, because through all the slips, spills, and mis-kicks, something started to build.

Call us underdogs. Call us amateurs. Whatever you call us, know this: we turn up. Rain or shine. Win or lose. And we will keep turning up, because Tunley AFC proves that village football still matters.

Not built on millions.

Built on mugs of tea, dodgy first touches, and more heart than most clubs know what to do with.