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

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

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…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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The Football Neutral: Match Six – Hereford United vs Dartford

October 13, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 2 Comments

…Having checked the fixtures on Friday it became clear that I had to travel a long way to watch a game on the Saturday. With those bloody annoying women in my head as I returned to my hotel, it seemed that Hereford was the best bet for a game. I’d been there before, watching Leicester draw 0-0 in the FA Cup 3rd Round with them years back, a game that I remember fondly for two reasons.

Firstly, upon arriving we parked in the official car park. It was a cold and frosty day (when has 3rd round day ever been anything else?) and we spotted the one and only John Motson clambering onto a precarious TV gantry wearing his trusty sheepskin. We shouted at him, and as he turned to wave at us he slipped and nearly fell 30 feet to the floor. Me and two mates nearly killed one of the greatest commentators the game has ever known.

The second moment was only seen by me, and I am still protesting years on that this actually happened. The away end was next to some traffic lights that we could see from the height of the terracing. At some point during the first half, a cattle truck pulled up at the lights. Whilst everyone else was distracted by the game, I found myself drawn to the truck and like magic, one sole cow pulled itself up at the head of the truck, looked at me, and then lowered itself down again. I nudged my friends to see if they’d seen it and they haven’t believed me since.

I expected to attend Hereford vs Dartford with Nathan, but his chicken binge the previous night had left him feeling quite unwell. As I set off – on a dreary day, missing home and my fiancee terribly – I realised that Hereford was halfway home and the temptation to skip the game and my gig that night was quite high.

I also cursed the League of Wales for not having enough teams in South Wales, although I can kind of understand it with the dominance of Cardiff, Swansea and now Newport. I really wanted to watch Merthyr Town play, but their game was scheduled for Sunday. So with no choice, a 120 mile round trip it was.

I parked in the same car park where I nearly killed John Motson years before, a car park that on this day was more full of shoppers than football fans. Crucially, nobody apart from me seemed interested in paying for their parking or sticking to the assigned bays.

The matchday experience started well, as I had the best burger I’ve had in a long time at a game. Thinking about it, this should be expected, with my pre-match treat no doubt made of a descendent of the cow that winked at me a decade ago. It did, shut up…

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The Football Neutral: Match Five – Hastings United vs Brentwood Town

October 6, 2013June 17, 2014 / megagoalz / 3 Comments

…fun to see at halftime were the noisy Hastings supporters who had take up residence behind the goal they were attacking in the first half… move to the other end for the second half. And what excellent fans – clearly love their club, singing songs and getting into the game despite the lowly level and the small crowd.

It was interesting to see how many kids were at the game too, often with Grandparents. From what I saw Hastings is an excellent place to take along a family, although you’ll have to explain the swearing to the little ones. Not from the crowd, but from the players if the Brentwood lads are any kind of example.

The poor, frightened referee could barely settle in to the second half when he was forced to send off the Hastings number 6 for a two footed challenge. It seemed feisty but not exactly evil, but the Brentwood players surround him screaming “fucking do something!” and “what the fucking hell was that” seemed to make the poor lad reluctantly pull out the red card to the chagrin of the home crowd. Credit to the lad sent off though, he didn’t whine and merely trudged away.

The worst offender amongst the Brentwood lot for swearing was their manager, bearing in mind I could hear him and I was at least 50 yards away. No wonder his team play a certain way if he’s their example.

Hasting sacrificed the tricky yet tubby (honestly, I’m thinner than him and haven’t played football for 10 years) Jordan Woodley for another centre back and Brentwood tried to push on. Rolls and Love picked up bookings (the latter was wonderful, he seemed almost in tears as he exploded with rage, got booked, then carried on whining).

Hastings’ Pogue had worked hard and was brought off – to be replaced by the exciting young Brazilian. First impression of Rodrigo Branco was that he needs to eat. A lot. Maybe take some off the plate of his fitness coach and Jordan Woodley. There was a buzz around the ground, anticipation of the samba football that young Rodrigo would provide.

He received the ball for his first touch and he was all of a sudden clean through… he went to round the keeper and…

… fell over.

Everybody laughed. Including Rodrigo, to be fair. And we all thought that’s it, he’s obviously not very good. Brentwood went up the other end and Steven Carvell pulled one back after a shot cannoned off the bar. The man next to me nudged me and said “It’s like Guernsey all over again” which I presume he means a recent game, not some kind of bank heist he was involved in…

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