History of Fulham Football Club: Video

Fulham Football Club. from The Neighbourhood on Vimeo.

Fulham is the oldest professional football club in London with a very proud history. The west London side is a small club in a giant city. But as you can see from the above video, its a club that has a rich history and an ideal location alongside the beautiful River Thames.

Its also in an opportune location for companies wishing to advertise as its in the flight path of Heathrow Airport, the worlds busiest airport.

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