The Football Neutral: Match Seven – Guiseley vs Histon

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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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