The Football Neutral: Match Seventeen – Kidderminster Harriers vs Peterborough United

January 6, 2014June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 1 Comment

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Oh yes, it’s the magic of the cup (copyright the Football Association, Budweiser, BT Sport and ITV).

If I hadn’t have attended a third round FA Cup tie as my first match of 2014 then something would, of course, been incredibly wrong. But with that said, the cup doesn’t have the same sheen on it as it used to – and with many a fan on phone-ins and message boards trying to figure out why attendances have dropped and the like, I think I can add my weight to these discussions. I’m 13 stone, so brace yourselves.

I chose to go to Kidderminster vs Peterborough not just because it was on my way from Manchester (where I had been a guest on Fighting Talk) to Bristol, where my first (and thankfully non Christmassy) gig of the year was in the evening, but also because it had the air of a proper cup tie. A non league team up against decent league opposition with the prospect of a shock hanging in the air, much better than choosing to see a couple of decent sized clubs put out their reserves after the busy festive season.

Aggborough was packed, but we’ll come to that in a while. I’m writing this up later than normal, on Monday evening. I have, since Saturday afternoon, watched several other games on TV and seen reports and highlights of others. Stadiums half empty. Youth players blooded because the league is more important. Managers talking the competition down.

I can explain the first bit. People seem to think that fans have been turned off of the FA Cup, but that’s nonsense. Of course we haven’t. You try telling the Wigan fans that the Cup wasn’t worth it last season. Speaking as a Leicester City fan, I follow one of the biggest clubs to never win the FA Cup. We took a fair few thousand fans to watch our game at Stoke on Saturday, even though we knew we’d put our reserves up against theirs. I remember the last time we got to the quarter finals a fair few years back, and the anticipation of the tie against Blackburn was unbelievable. Fans love the cup. That really hasn’t changed. We all want a day out at Wembley, even if it is overpriced and lacking the character of the old place with its horrible wooden benches….

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The Football Neutral: Match Sixteen – Ebbsfleet United vs Sutton United

December 23, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / Leave a comment

…Northfleet Station is tiny. It’s a couple of platforms, backing onto a scrapyard. The black skies, dull light and driving wind and rain did make the entire place seem impossibly bleak. It feels like the middle of nowhere. It is, by near-London rules, the middle of bloody nowhere. It was at this point that I reached the ground, saw the turnstile, and remembered that I needed a cash machine.

I wandered hopelessly around the stadium for five minutes, and eventually spied a corner shop. OK, it wasn’t on a corner. It was a middle unit. But the phrase stands. They had a cash machine. One of those really dodgy ones that don’t even have the link logo on and you swipe your card through rather than inserting it. I suspect my bank account is currently being used to buy illegal goods somewhere in the USA by a teenage hacker.

It’s a tenner to watch Ebbsfleet, and it seems that they get decent crowds for the level they’re at. They had a decent stint in the Conference National, and this is their first season back down at South level. Stonebridge Road holds about 5,000, with covered seats behind one goal and on one side, a massive covered terrace down the other side (where I chose to stand) and an uncovered terrace behind the other goal that can rival the old away end at Barnsley in terms of looking grim, especially in the wind and rain. Dwarfed by a massive pylon and with industrial equipment dotted across the horizon, it’s the sort of stadium architecture that I genuinely love. This is a PROPER ground, no doubt about it.

The talk amongst the Ebbsfleet fans was of their recent form. I’d read on the Internet that they are in the best form out of EVERY team in the top 6 tiers of English football, and their fans were a decent mix. Whoever handles the club’s official twitter feed told me there were two places I could watch the game from: Behind the goal in the seats if I wanted youthful exuberance, drumming and the like; of standing on the halfway line if I wanted to listen to older fans talking about the game in either serious or comic tones. I chose the latter….

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The Football Neutral: Match Fifteen – Cheltenham Town vs Hartlepool United

December 15, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / Leave a comment

…Whaddon Road is in the middle of a housing estate that feels quite un-Cheltenham. Of course, football grounds are only ever in two places: In the middle of a housing estate or on the outskirts of a town. The former are always better. If you’re watching football in Germany or Portugal you can add two other places: in the middle of a forest or on the side of a mountain.

Saturday was also a big racing day at Cheltenham, and the town centre full of Christmas shoppers so traffic around the ground was a little slow. Did wonder if Town struggle for a decent attendance on days where the racing and the football clash. I’ve done gigs at the racecourse in the past and even though it’s on the outskirts of town, racing is a seriously big deal in these parts.

I parked up on a side street and headed to the ground with about 20 minutes to spare. There were signs everywhere saying that parking restrictions are in place during matchdays. These signs are clearly a massive lie, because you can park where you want quite safely and for free.

The Prestbury Road End was where I was headed, another terrace behind a goal for me to rejoice in. Luckily it was covered, because even though the sun was out the wind was swirling around enough to make me put up both of my hoods. I’m a two-hoods kind of guy on a blustery day, that’s for sure. Didn’t seem to be too many people around, even close to matchday. Didn’t see a single Hartlepool fan, although I reasoned there would be some, even if I could probably count them on one hand.

The smallest away support that I ever saw before I started my challenge this season was actually at a top flight game. Must have been around 1994 or 1995, and Sheffield Wednesday were hosting Wimbledon. I went to the game with my Owls supporting Uncle and my schoolfriend Andrew. On the journey there, Andrew threw up all over the velour seating in the rear of my Uncle’s Saab 900, then when we got to Sheffield city centre a water main had burst and several streets were flooded. Eventually in the ground at the Kop End of Hillsborough, I spent a few minutes counting the Wimbledon fans in the Leppings Lane end. Thirty six in total. That’s not even a busload…

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The Football Neutral: Match Fourteen – Stevenage vs Stourbridge

December 10, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / Leave a comment

…Stourbridge occupied the South Stand directly opposite. It was reported after the game that they’d taken nearly 900 fans with them to the game, even better when you consider that their average home attendance is less than half that. They were incredibly loud and, it has to be said, pretty funny throughout the game.

As we kicked off, I could get a look at Stourbridge. Now I knew that they were the lowest ranked club left in the FA Cup, but seeing them gave you a true impression of this. Of course, no squad names or numbers. But then you looked at their club sponsor and realised that they’re actually officially backed by a dental surgery. One defender didn’t even have a sponsor on his shirt at all. I’m presuming this is because they ran out of kit and iron-on logos, rather than a Papiss Cisse-like aversion to the ethics of the sponsor in question.

Stourbridge started strongest. And I mean REALLY strong. They played without fear and with the rocket up the arse that the FA Cup provides a smaller team. They worked their socks off, chasing down everything and being first to every loose ball. Up front Luke Benbow impressed, quick and powerful and with an eye for goal. Veteran Stevenage keeper Chris Day had to be at his best to keep the non-league side at bay, and the Stourbridge fans grew louder with every chance.

The Stevenage fans were pretty quiet, but I’m not going to criticise here. I’ve been to watch Leicester play much smaller sides in the cup and it is difficult to generate an atmosphere when winning is expected. You get the feeling that Broadhall Way could be a much more lively venue if a bigger team was in town and driving the fans on to back their side; As it was, the Stourbridge fans supplied all the atmosphere – although at one point they were singing the Yaya / Kolo Toure song that I saw the Connah’s Quay fans singing a few weeks back. Look, it’s funny but it’s not THAT funny….

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The Football Neutral: Match Thirteen – Leyton Orient vs Sheffield United

December 1, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 9 Comments

…Then came time for the football. Quick tube journey and a bit of a walk and I was bearing down on Brisbane Road with enough time to spare to actually have a wander around the ground. What was odd was the tube journey in; even for my trip to Dagenham and Redbridge the tube was busy with fans on the way in. For this match, 40 minutes before kickoff… nobody. The odd early Christmas shopper, but no fans of either team. Was most bizarre.

Walking down the main street from the station towards the ground, fans of both sides mingled perfectly, the police keeping a watchful eye but with smiles drawn rather than batons. It all felt really pleasant, and the pavements were packed with fans hurrying through the chill air to get the stadium and grab a bovril. This wonderful atmosphere was shattered briefly by cries of “BBC” from a cab carrying five youths from Sheffield. BBC, in case you were wondering, stands for “Blades Business Crew”, the firm of United hooligans. Rest assured, your license fee does not fund them and pay for their Stone Island and Aquascutum.

Thing is, I doubt that these chaps had anything to do with said collective. Why, do you ask? Let me list my reasons.

(Before I do, may I say that I know a few, shall we say, “naughty” chaps who may have misbehaved at football matches in the past. I definitely don’t condone what they’ve done, but I know enough about this subject to pass the comment below)

1: These lads were honestly, 16 or 17. Whilst they may have said they were in a taxi to the ground to make out they were flash, it’s infinitely more likely that they were in the cab because one of their mums gave them the money so they wouldn’t have to take the dangerous old tube.

2: If you’re a member of a group of genuine football hooligans, do you think shouting out the name of said group from the window of a taxi that is stuck in traffic, in front of the police, alerting them to your presence, is the brightest thing to do?

3: When the taxi went past and they shouted out said phrase, two very hard looking thirtysomething lads next to me looked at each other and, in broad Yorkshire accents, said “stupid fooking kids, making us look like twats.” I suspect these two gentlemen may have been real members of the BBC. They were not happy at all.

Instead of the fear that I think these kids thought their shouting would instil in the Orient fans, they drew laughter from fans of both sides, and a roll of the eyes from a policeman who radioed for his colleagues further down the road to “have a chat” with these boys, delivered with a tired sigh….

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The Football Neutral: Match Twelve – Luton Town vs Welling United

November 26, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 4 Comments

…Luton Town should not, under any circumstances, be as far down the football pyramid as they currently find themselves. It must be a good ten years or so since I last visited Kenilworth Road, and I reckon it’s one of my most visited stadiums – albeit always from the away end before.

In fact the list goes Filbert Street, The King Power Stadium (those two are quite obvious), Selhurst Park (thanks to them hosting two teams during my most keen fandom in the mid to late nineties), Hillsborough and Kenilworth Road. It’s great having such a terrible OCD problem when it comes to counting and making lists.

Of course, the reason that I’ve visited Luton so often is thanks to a large amount of second tier games between Luton and Leicester in my teens, plus a cup game here and there. It used to be a decent hunting ground for us, although I don’t ever recall attending a game there that wasn’t accompanied by at the very least a steady drizzle, and at the very most a torrential downpour. There seems to be a greyness that envelopes the entire town the second that I set foot within its borders. Bolton is exactly the same, for reasons I cannot fathom.

Making my mind up where to visit this week came quite late on, a consequence of having my original weekend of gigs cancelled due to a club closure. My excellent agent Sally managed to find me work in Newbury on the Friday night and Harlow on the Saturday, so I reasoned that I had a choice between Watford or Luton. I chose the latter for the following reasons:

1: Watford were playing Bolton. I know I can watch the same away team more than once, but in the space of a few weeks it seems a bit too much.

2: Vicarage Road is a few quid more expensive for a ticket, and as I won’t take free tickets on principle this hobby of mine isn’t cheap.

3: The Hornets used karma to beat my side in the playoffs last season. I’m not blaming them for that; if you remember the second leg of the Championship playoff semi final you’ll recall Leicester’s mercurial Gallic genius Anthony Knockaert diving in the area to win an injury time penalty, which he then missed… and they went straight up the other end and scored. Cheats never prosper (if wearing our shirt, anyway) and justice was, rightly and sadly, done.

4: I quite fancied seeing if Kenilworth Road was as run down, old and strange as it used to be. I used to love going there, in a weird way. I remember using the loo in the away end and being able to see straight into the back yard of a house that backed onto the stadium….

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The Football Neutral: Match Eleven – Notts County vs Wolverhampton Wanderers

November 17, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 5 Comments

…It’s a pleasant walk from the city centre to Meadow Lane, through some pretty streets, along the river and past a Hooters. I went in there with a mate once who made me swear that I’d never tell his wife that we were there. For some reason people think it’s a strip club, rather than a sub-par version of TGI Fridays. Presumably there’s one in Nottingham to capitalise on the stag party scene, with men flocking from far afield to realise the oft-spoken fact of there being 8 times more women than men in the city is actually an urban myth.

On my walk I bumped into two fans. They were clad in black and white, scarves proudly on display and talking excitedly about the game. Except they weren’t speaking English, but Italian. We all know the association between Juventus and Notts County from eons ago, but I was genuinely surprised to see two Juve fans attending the game. I tried to chat with them about it but neither spoke any English and my Italian stretches as far as telling a policeman than a child has stolen my wallet (the only phrase I can remember that I uttered during a trip to Naples). Was a shame, but we shook hands and bonded briefly over football.

Media man Jamie had retweeted something I’d written about attending the game, so I had a few tweets from County fans to read through. Most suggested that the real comedy was on the pitch at the moment, and one suggested that I bring a noose to the game. Could it really be that bad? I was at least going to the first home game of a new era of management at the club, with Shaun Derry installed as the gaffer. I’ve always liked him, mainly because he’s spent the last few years patrolling midfields with the swagger and hair of Paul Weller….

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The Football Neutral: Match Nine – AFC Bournemouth vs Bolton Wanderers

November 3, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / Leave a comment

(Note – I for some reason didn’t take any pictures during the game, so above is a stock photo of Dean Court)

…A two hour journey took three. As I got closer to Bournemouth my car’s diesel tank decided to all of a sudden stop being economical (possibly aided by my less than legal speeds) and I had to stop to refuel as the clock ticked away. I sense I may have irritated the guy in the petrol station somewhere in the depths of the New Forest as I rudely interrupted his conversation with his mate about rabbits. Am I the only person who ever needs to get somewhere?

My sat nav then took me to a street that clearly did not contain Dean Court. It contained brand new houses. Then putting in the EXACT SAME destination actually took me to the right place. I had been warned that it may be slightly tricky to park at the ground. These people certainly did not lie. Two car parks were full as 3pm ticked around. Every available spot of grass was full up. Every single yard of double yellow line had a car on it. This was quite maddening. Which is a massive understatement, bearing in mind how much swearing was going on within the car at the time.

I found a space on a backstreet somewhere and ran. I have not run as fast in a long time, and as I got around half a mile away from my car I realised that I had forgotten to note down exactly where I’d parked. And when I say “parked”, I mean “dumped my Ford Fiesta somewhere next to a kerb and probably didn’t lock it”.

I had to run across a park on my way to the ground, sprinting past a man in a suit doing the same. He was wearing shoes and slipped on the wet grass. He didn’t go down, but it did make me amend my stride. Couldn’t exactly turn up for my gig that night covered in mud.

I had to pick up my ticket from the office, and was relieved to see that I wasn’t the only person to be so late for the game. As discussed at length previously, I hate being late for anything, and I was busy checking the score as I waited in line.

Was then a quick walk to the turnstiles past the club shop. I’ll say this: Bournemouth have some seriously attractive looking merchandise. I had read that they play in black and red stripes to echo AC Milan, but everyone I saw who was wearing official club gear looked really well turned out. Plus it was seriously cold (despite my run) so I was almost tempted to buy myself a coat.

The turnstiles were closed. Sensing another Guiseley experience of having to seek out someone to let me in, I bumped into one of the nicest stewards I’d ever met, a man mountain who looked like the double of Hightower from the Police Academy movies. He checked my ticket, let me in a side door and before I knew it I was in my seat….

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The Football Neutral: Match Eight – Bristol Rovers vs Chesterfield

October 27, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / Leave a comment

It seemed seriously busy around the Memorial Stadium, and whilst I’ve enjoyed my recent excursions to smaller stadiums I realised this would be the biggest crowd that I’ve been a part of for a while. Parking was oddly easy, a couple of hundred meters away. I walked down to the ticket office and bought one for the Blackthorn End, which I’d been reliably informed was where the best atmosphere is to be found (thanks Twitter).

There must be something about the air in Bristol that strips the years away from my tired face, as just like my trip to Ashton Gate I was asked if I was over 21 when buying my ticket. You have no idea what kind of spring that puts in my step, nice lady in the ticket office.

Most of the fans seemed to be crammed into a bar behind the Blackthorn End, watching Palace vs Arsenal on the TV. The windows were steamed up from the sheer humanity pressed up into every spare corner, and drinkers spilled outside, their pints getting gradually diluted by the steady drizzle.

Once inside the stadium, as always I sought out sustenance. I found a concession stand that had no queue because they’d run out of hot water and everyone seemingly wanted Bovril. I’ve never ever met anyone who enjoys Bovril. Do people only drink it at the football in social situations? I bet nobody ever drinks it at home when they’re just sat on the sofa watching the telly. They’re the hot beverage equivalent of a Mojito.

You can’t buy burgers or hot dogs at the Memorial Stadium. You can only buy pastry, ideally in the pasty format. I feel that I was being judged by the guy that served me for choosing a steak and kidney pie. Even better, for a mere £5 I got said pie, a bottle of water (emptied into a cup, grrr), a massive bag of crisps and a huge twix. Everything had started rather well.

The terrace seemed empty until about two minutes before kickoff, then the steamy bar emptied and all of a sudden we were all very snug. A cacophony of noise accompanied both teams arrival, and it enabled me to see where the Chesterfield fans were – sat up the other end, to the side of the pitch without any cover. The stand behind the other goal seemed to be topped off with the remnants of a marquee, but the rest of the ground seemed busy and certainly decent enough to host football….

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The Football Neutral: Match Seven – Guiseley vs Histon

October 20, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 5 Comments

I eventually arrived in Guiseley 10 minutes after kickoff. Parking was easy, all of twenty meters from the stadium. I casually wandered up to the turnstile.

It was closed.

I panicked. The feeling of embarrassment of getting to a game and then somehow missing it was replaced by genuine anger at the turnstiles being closed so bloody early. I knocked. Nobody answered. I presumed that was that, so went for a walk. As luck would have it I passed another turnstile (marked “away turnstile for segregated fixtures”) that was still open. I walked in and disturbed the nice chap who was watching the door. He was engrossed in the game. He let me in, took my money and gave me some sweets.

He noticed my accent, and we got chatting. Initially he thought I was a Histon fan (seriously, without looking on a map or Wikipedia, YOU have a go at a Histon accent. No clue) but I told him about my project and he was an utter joy to chat to for a few minutes. He explained to me that I’d visited at a tough time for the club, only one win all season and six defeats in a row. As he said that, Guiseley nearly scored with a cheeky long range effort that bounced in front of the Histon keeper and nearly foxed him. As we chatted, Guiseley certainly didn’t seem like the sort of club that were struggling – no long ball, lots of decent passing and attacking intention.

My new mate told me of the best player he’d ever seen play for the club: Frank Worthington. I explained that I’m a Leicester supporter and he’s also the best player my Dad ever saw play for us (beating Muzzy Izzett into close second place). Apparently Wortho was well into his forties when he rocked up at Guiseley and was still an inspiration. Would have loved to have seen him play at that level, socks rolled down and a rakish mustache accompanying his mullet….

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