"As for Maidenhead, the conga (which was amusing) aside, some of the oddest chants I've ever heard at a football match" ~ localboy86, Apr. 2015
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Friday, 5 June 2020

Away Day Diary: Sunderland 3-0 Bristol Rovers (22/02/20)


Scoffed - I scoffed! - when my Dad asked me, somewhere on the A43, close to Towcester, whether 'this virus in China' had affected the financial markets; in my defence, at the time, it hadn't really … anyway, after a stop-off for lunch at the decent Wetherspoons in Kirkby-in-Ashfield (where there's a statue of Sir Don Bradman, and other cricketers from the Bodyline series, outside a Morrison's superstore), we arrived at our Premier Inn in good time (i.e. the drive took, as it should've, approximately 4.5 hours)

Unexpectedly, Roker was rather charming (perhaps because of the harsh-sounding name and the fact that the football ground used to be there, I'd assumed it'd be a bit 'L. S. Lowry'); photos with Promotion Close and other football club-related street signs, before a walk along the seafront (cold and windy), and then an excellent Italian meal sandwiched between visits to a couple of top-notch watering holes (Harbour View - which was particularly good - and Poetic Licence)

No chance that I would pass up an opportunity to try Titanic's Black Ice (slightly disappointing although, TBF, expectations were high) during breakfast at the Wetherspoons in Washington, en route to County Durham on Saturday morning; photos followed at the home ground of Annfield Plain FC (my maternal grandfather - who first took me to York Road, when I was a toddler, in the mid-80s - grew up in the village) and, as rain fell, outside the Bird in High Handenhold (my Dad's grandmother lived, for many years, in a house across the street)


Dun Cow for pre-match beers after a taxi ride from the hotel to the city centre; this was a cracking boozer, and I was a little deflated when it was time to leave and join the massed ranks crossing Wearmouth Bridge

Even - if largely uneventful - first half, with Rovers sitting back and inviting the home side to break them down, as we watched on from our seats on the front row of the upper-tier (away end, obvs.); the ground was OK - 'seen one new ground, seen 'em all' type of thing - with, IMO, the most intriguing facets being (1) it is closer to the city centre than Roker Park was, and (2) the name derives from the light on the helmets of the miners who'd worked in the colliery that'd stood previously on the site (with shafts running out for miles under the North Sea)

Referee - Mr Toner of Blackburn - decided the game by first sending off Abu Ogogo for what the BBC match report describes as an off-the-ball collision, then ignoring a clash of heads between Alfie Kilgour and his captain ('Millwall Tone') in the build-up to Sunderland's second goal. (3-0 the final score, ergo the majority of the 31,541 attendance went home happy after initially becoming quite restless at 0-0; the Gas would get some form of revenge, only a few weeks later, with a 2-0 win in the reverse fixture.)


Lunch had been conspicuous by its absence, so we headed straight to Motiraj (across the street from the Dun Cow and recommended by my sister, whose best friend in Sydney is an exiled Mackem); the Magpies had lost at home to Aldershot Town, so it was good that the food was decent and more so that subsequent pints of Seacider (Blueberry) in the excellent Ship Isis - some Notts County lads in here, seemingly staying over after their defeat at Hartlepool - tasted divine

According to Google, there should've been a taxi company only a few minutes walk from the pub, but, after this turned out to be fake news, I took us back into the city centre - much to my Mum's obvious annoyance - and the rank outside the train station; we passed some interesting sights en route, as you might imagine, with one place - the Rabbit, close to the Dun Cow - reminiscent, with loud music and people spilling out into the street, of Faliraki back in the day … and it wasn't even late! (I was freezing - wearing two coats plus a woolly hat, scarf, gloves, etc. - but the local females made of sterner stuff: vest tops and ripped jeans seemingly sufficient for them!)

Next day (Sunday): breakfast again at the Sir William de Wessyngton (some of the more youthful patrons had seemingly been up all night to watch the Fury-Wilder fight and, as such, they were a little worse for wear), several hours wiled away at Beamish museum (the mine shaft was a memorable if rather sobering experience, while I particularly enjoyed the public house decked out in Maidenhead United colours), tea and biscuits with my Dad's octogenarian cousin and her affable son (at her flat in Pelton), and pre-dinner drinks in the oldest pub in Sunderland (continuously-used by the same senior club?)

Drive home on Monday (after photos in the 'other' Cox Green and broken up by another pit stop at the Wetherspoons in Kirkby-in-Ashfield) was memorable mainly for two things: (1) initial poor visibility due to sleet (incl. as we were overtaken on the A1[M] by a snowplough) and (2) discussions on 5 Live becoming dominated by talk of 'this virus in China' ...

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Away Day Diary: Portsmouth (November 2013 and April 2014)


^^^ Two blog posts for the price of one! I would have written this sooner (possibly) but it's taken me that long to get over ... nah, I can't even bring myself to say it! 

*** Away Day Diary: Portsmouth 3-2 Exeter City (02/11/2013) ***


^^^ A few of us (odds and sods) were supposed to be journeying down for Portsmouth vs Exeter City - by train - to celebrate Willie's upcoming birthday. Come the day, however, everyone bar him and I had pulled out ... and, owing to illness, he wanted to drive. Fair enough. I suppose. It was pouring with rain as we parked up, close to the ground, on Edgeware Road. A ten mins or so walk to the Artillery Arms, where we were to collect our tickets from a member of the Exeter Exiles. The pub was absolutely packed. Newcastle took the lead against Chelsea, on TV, as we I supped on Kronenbourg 1664. Hehe! (as they say in Strasbourg?)

It had stopped raining by the time we approached the away end at Fratton Park. Macleod (M) had been before, to watch Leeds, and given me an impression of what it (the away end) was like. I was reminded, a bit, of Boothferry Park (while "York Road with seats" is how I would describe it when 'checking in' on Facebook). "I'm definitely coming here to watch Rovers" I said, naively assuming that the Gas' visit in April would be a mundane, end-of-season, nothing-to-play-for affair enlivened only by the rampaging West Country hordes ...




^^^ Pre-match Remembrance Day commemorations. The on-pitch half-time entertainment, incidentally, was some shouty blonde sort giving a talk on Charles Dickens. As if the football wasn't bad enough ...


^^^ Match action. A dire spectacle. The strong wind, blowing towards us, was a big factor TBF. It certainly accounted for the opening goal, just before half-time, when a cross was carried over the head of the visiting keeper. The fortunate scorer? Macleod (M)'s old friend, Ricky Holmes! The impressive Ryan Bird - formerly of Burnham - then scored a couple of headers (the second a really good one, following a purposeful run and cross from lively substitute Andy Barcham). 2-0 down just after the break, I thought Exeter should have thrown caution to the wind - particularly as it (the wind) was in their favour! - yet Paul Tisdale waited until after Portsmouth's third goal, around the 70 min mark, before making any changes. Only after former Bristol City 1982 Ltd and Bristol Rovers defender Danny 'Corona' Coles had - out of nowhere - pulled one back did Exeter (belatedly) give it a real go. They bagged a second with less than ten mins remaining - and Portsmouth were on the rack at the very end - but, ultimately, it was too little too late. A missed opportunity, IMO, and back-to-back defeats for the first time in the campaign. Sadly for the Grecians, a sign of things to come ... 


^^^ A small group of blokes in fancy dress were sat in the very front row of this stand. I appreciate that you can hardly see them (if at all) in this photo but, trust me, the Honey Monster was a truly eye-catching costume.


^^^ Drums at football? Down with this sort of thing! TBF, the travelling fans (who filled up about a third of the away end) did make themselves heard, particularly when commemorating their late striker Adam Stansfield (who we had met on Willie's stag do; nice guy). 3-2 the final score. 16,168 saw it.


^^^ Radio commentary of Arsenal 2-0 Liverpool in the car, during the return journey ("If Aaron Ramsey stays clear of injury, then Arsenal will win the league"), before visits to the Pond either side of a (very rushed) curry in the Bouchra. TBF, they did us a favour by squeezing us in. Willie re-paid them by destroying yet another tablecloth. In the extremely unlikely event that his wife is reading this, incidentally, then I must stress that he WASN'T drinking. The Cobra pictured above was mine. Honest.

*** Away Day Diary: Portsmouth 3-2 Bristol Rovers (19/04/14) ***

I rather dislike the phrase 'sleeping giant', but genuinely believe that it can be applied to both Bristol clubs. Rovers have been shambolically-run (understatement alert!) for many years - check out how many managers they've had, in recent times, and bear in mind that last season's playing budget was apparently bigger than a couple of Championship sides - but they weren't really going to drop out of the Football League. Were they?


^^^ Unlike Willie, the wife was more than happy to let the train take the strain. Good girl. She has previously accompanied me to Rovers games at Brentford (lost 1-0) and Oxford (lost 3-0). In hindsight, I really should've seen what was coming! To confirm, neither the water nor the ready-made M&S cocktails (shown above) were mine. Honest.


^^^ Oh no, I was on the 'French Lager' from M&S. #manly


^^^ As we waited to change at Guildford I shared, on Facebook, the photo I had taken there - earlier in the season, en route to Gosport - of a certain someone and a (sadly non-soggy) sombrero. It still makes me smile! As did the views from the train as we cut through the picturesque South Downs National Park. We arrived in Portsmouth with plenty of time to spare, ahead of kick off, and so meandered our way - in glorious sunshine - to the Good Companion (as suggested by an Avon & Somerset Police Liaison Officer on Tw@tter). It was packed - both inside and out - with Rovers fans (queues for the gents, blokes in the ladies toilets etc) and the atmosphere was electric ("Goodnight Irene" reverberated throughout). I was reminded of the (now infamous) FA Cup tie between H*sh@m and Maidenhead United in November 2007. We had travelled in (relatively) huge numbers and the pub directly opposite their ground (the Queen's Head?) was spilling over, pre-kick off, with Maidonians. You could barely get through the doors, so the KSG went to the off-licence across the road and came back with a crate of lagers to drink outside! Memorably, an old boy showing off in his classic Ferrari convertible was left as red-faced as his car when it conked out - loudly and seemingly in slow motion - as he drove past the throng. Superb! We all deserved so much better that day than the lifeless display offered up by Drax and the boyz. It's hard to forgive and forget. Hey ho, back to Portsmouth and 2014 ...


^^^ Tasty! #bringyourown


^^^ Flag fancy.


^^^ "Forever Looking Up At Us - SAFC" read the banner, flying overhead. Bristol City 1982 Ltd fans are apparently thinking of organising something similar for the first Rovers home game of next season. [sarcasm font] Hilarious! [/sarcasm font]


^^^ Unlike the aforementioned Exeter game, the away end was (very) close to capacity. Officially 2,300 were in there. I reckon it was more.


^^^ Match action. Rovers - undoubtedly hampered by early injuries to Danny Woodards and Michael Smith, and with top scorer John-Joe O'Toole only on the bench - attacked like Liverpool but defended like Hartlepool ... Reserves. 2-2 at the break, with Portsmouth centre halves Bondz N'Gala (recently released??) and Jack Whatmough (nicknamed 'Surf Dude' by the wife, just 17 years-old and an England U18 international) the stand-out performers. As I visited the York Road-esque toilets at halftime (where a group of cap-wearing smokers were already planning - with a glint in their eyes? - trips to Grimsby and Lincoln) my expectation was for a Rovers onslaught in the second period, shooting towards the away end. I should have known that I would be disappointed ... 3-2 the final score (again!). 17,998 saw it. The away fans had been noisy throughout and chants of "We are staying up" rang out - defiantly - at the final whistle. I, conversely, had been fearing the worst since the 2-1 home defeat to bottom-of-the-table Torquay United, the previous Saturday, and this display - not a bad one, per se, but ultimately fruitless - did nothing to dispel my gut feeling that Rovers were in big trouble. They had been the better side in the first half, yet shared four goals. Portsmouth had edged the second half and won it 1-0. The Gas certainly didn't lack effort, but were bereft of creativity in midfield and pace upfront. They also conceded sloppy goals. A recipe for disaster, IMO, but the general consensus in the away end seemed to be that they'd have (just) enough to survive. Subsequent results might indicate that the players felt the same way ...


^^^ How bout dem Cowboys! At this point, walking away from Fratton Park, I was having to come to terms not only with the Rovers result but also news that the Magpies had lost 3-0 (three-bloody-nil!) at Farnborough. Under a 'Second half capitulation puts Maidenhead United on brink of relegation' headline, the Advertiser put the result into some context - 

"Farnborough, realistically safe from going down, looked complacent and vulnerable in the first half and, with only three players on the bench, they looked like a side who had started their summer break early."


^^^ Drowning my sorrows with a large 7UP at McDonalds. The home fans were happy; their fifth successive win under caretaker manager Andy Awford meant that they were safe. Lucky them.


^^^ Portsmouth 3-2 Bristol Rovers and Farnborough 3-0 Maidenhead United starting to sink in? Or thoroughly fed up of me, stopping to take photos? Probably Definitely the latter.


^^^ Guess where this was taken ...


^^^ Back to Guildford and the White House, a decent Fuller's pub next to the River Wey. The wife would be cheered by a bottle of Wild Berries-flavoured Rekorderlig, your's truly by news that Chelsea had lost at home to bottom-of-the-table Sunderland! ("That, Jose my glorified translator friend, is a specialist in failure!")


^^^ After a reasonable meal at the large Pizza Express on the High St, then a sprint across town, we missed our intended train by less than a minute. The wait for the next one - plus a flat can of lager that I shoudn't have bothered with - probably explains the look on my face. That and the plummeting temperature (hence my borrowing of the wife's woolly hat). Oh, and the MMS singing Maidenhead songs at Reading station (en route from Farnborough?). "Hope they're as vocal at Stortfort next Saturday" I wrote on Facebook. As if.

Did someone say good day(s) out ruined slightly stained by 90 mins of football? #whosyourfavouritenonleagueteam? :-(

Monday, 27 August 2012

Away Day Diary: W@nky Wanderers 1-3* Bristol Rovers (25/08/12)

*Match Abandoned after 67 mins due to 'elf n safety'

^^^ Sunshine at the start. But, "there may be trouble ahead ... "
It dawned on me, in the run-up to this game, that Adams Park must be one of my most frequently-visited Football League grounds. Possibly behind only the Memorial Stadium, Bristol, and Stamford Bridge. Unsurprising, I suppose, bearing in mind it's proximity to Maidenhead. I first remember going there with the entire immediate family for a (dreadful) Boxing Day game in the mid-90s. My Dad remarked last Saturday, when discussing this on the walk to the ground from the parked car, that he thought Walsall were the opposition on that occasion. Subsequent research on Soccerbase indicates that the Saddlers, featuring ex-Chelsea striker Kevin Wilson, won 2-0. It was the 1996/97 season and W@nky had beaten Rovers at the Mem the previous Saturday ... by the odd goal in seven!

Many of my visits to Adams Park have been to watch the Magpies, usually in Berks & Bucks Cup finals. Most memorably in 1998 when a strong Reading side, containing Neville Roach, was beaten 2-1; our first County Cup success in 28 years. Roach had opened the scoring before Vernon Pratt equalised and knelt before the away fans in celebration. This image was on the cover of the following season's programme. If you look closely, you can see me in the top right-hand corner ... although my face is out of shot! The win was famously sealed by a 30-yard (plus?) screamer from Brian Connor, top corner from the moment it left his boot. This would immediately prompt a mini pitch invasion and, later on, the iconic "Royals rocked by Connor strike" headline in the local paper, a copy of which hung proudly in Stripes until Mark Steward - or some other ignoramus - took it down, most likely in a vain attempt to make the clubhouse more appealing to fat fighters, mother support groups and the like. 

^^^ See that headless bloke, very top right-hand corner, in the light-coloured jacket? That's me! Honest.
The 2001/02 final saw another success for the Magpies at Adams Park, this time over Chesham United. Macleod (P) and I were prevented by the stewards from putting the flag up for 'elf n safety' reasons (more on that later) before Macleod (M), Macleod (C), Craig, Willie and others belatedly turned up in the second half, having literally just arrived back from a trip to Barcelona. They were all wearing sombreros and would help cheer us on to a 4-2 penalty shoot-out win, after a goal-less draw. I'm not certain, but I think MUFC Hall of Famer Tim Cook - having recently fallen out with Alan Devonshire - might've missed a penalty for Chesham. Good lad!

The 2006/07 final at Adams Park was, I think, the first trophy won by the Franchise Dons (after a 2-1 scoreline). The match was played on a Bank Holiday Monday, just 48 hours after our Southern League Play-off final win over Team Bath at Twerton Park. United - resplendent in red - gave a good account of themselves, but I think the game meant more to the Franchise than to us (perhaps evidenced by Dereck 'Grandad' Brown coming on as a second half substitute?!). Good noise throughout from the Magpie support, however, as we chanted about our impending return to the Conference South and repeatedly reminded the Franchise that they had no history. A Timmy Mallet-filmed (seriously!) highlights package of the game can be found here, if anyone is interested. My Mum and Dad were evidently standing next to the 80s TV star, as they can be seen celebrating Maidenhead's goal alongside him (3:08 in). My Mum is, as I write, in Nicaragua visiting my sister. My Dad meanwhile - rescued from a list of DIY jobs that need doing around the house - would accompany me on my latest visit to the home of W@nky Wanderers ...

I actually like Adams Park, the ground, but it's industrial estate location leaves much to be desired. Indeed, a pre-match thread on the Rovers Alternative Forum suggested this was among the worst away days in the entire Football League. Hard to argue. Pessimism abounds on that particular forum, though, albeit perhaps with good reason; Rovers' summer preparations hadn't gone smoothly, with pre-season expectations dampened by the departure of talented but temperamental winger Mustapha Carayol, on/off transfer sagas (involving an Oxford United striker and Faroe Islands defender), plus the seemingly-annual goalkeeping crisis (hopefully resolved by the loan signing of Sam Walker, protégé of recently-appointed part-time goalkeeping coach Dave Beasant). 

Rovers' start to the league season had been unsurprisingly underwhelming; a 2-0 reverse at home to Oxford and a 1-1 draw at perennial strugglers Barnet. My two previous visits to watch the Gas at Adams Park had been a 2-0 Johnstone Paints Trophy win (en route to the final!) with Gav Villa in 2006/07, and a 2-1 League One defeat with Macleod (C) in August 2009. I was fully expecting a repeat of the latter scoreline as we set off on the relatively-short journey up the A404. The weather forecast was for intermittent heavy showers but it was sunny and humid as we parked the car. We debated whether or not to leave our jackets, eventually deciding to take them but leave the umbrellas ... 

^^^ A signed Caymanchester United shirt on the wall of a League Two clubhouse in Buckinghamshire? Noddy.
After a reasonably-priced pint (£2.80) in the small but smart clubhouse (with the bar now at the opposite end of the room, compared to my last visit) and paying £40 combined for one Adult and one OAP ticket (eventually; the ticket office operators were slower than a turning Pat Baldwin/Pat Sappleton) we took our seats in a three quarters or so-full away end, behind the goal where Pratt and Connor had scored some 14 years previous. My Dad would comment on one of the more 'interesting' tattoos on display, and also remark that Rovers' rotund centre half Adam Virgo - who would go on to make a couple of decent blocks - "looks like a Sunday League player". Rovers dominated the initial proceedings and deservedly lead when Dave Clarkson (a goalscorer for Scotland against the Czech Republic in 2008 ... as witnessed by Craig) drove down the left and Lee Brown neatly finished the cut-back. The away side were passing it around nicely, with Wayne Brown and Matt Gill patrolling the midfield, and new signing Tom Parkes looking assured at the back. W@nky equalised, however, when Parkes and full-back Jim Paterson combined to leave former Exeter City lump striker Richard Logan free, to head home at the far post.

Diminutive ex-Didcot Town and Weymouth striker Stuart Beavon had a hand in the equaliser and he looked lively as W@nky came back into the match with the scores once again level. Rovers would regain the lead around the half hour mark, however, with a strike as good as Connor's back in '98. Target man Matt Harrold - who held the ball up effectively throughout the afternoon, against one of his former clubs - caused confusion in the W@nky defence and, as the ball broke, recent Wales U21 international call-up Eliot Richards took a touch before leathering the ball into the net from fully 30 yards. A truly great goal. 

Richards would soon score again, to put Rovers two up, with another almost as good; a first-time effort from inside the box after a poor defensive header. Word on the street (or, more accurately, the forums) is that Richards might enjoy the off-field trappings of being a professional footballer a little too much. If he applies himself properly, then League Two (and above) had better watch out. Rovers were again in complete control at this stage and, as the half-time whistle sounded in glorious sunshine, I looked forward to them possibly extending their lead. Regardless, three well-deserved points were surely in the bag. I really should have known better, though ... this is Bristol Rovers after all!

^^^ The match called off at this point, I could well understand ...
With the players back out and lined up, the referee - Andy Davies, your name shall go on the list - prepared to signal the start of the second half. The skies had darkened rapidly and the heavens opened. The rain poured down noisily and the scene was almost apocalyptic. The referee hesitated, for what seemed like ages but probably wasn't more than a minute. He eventually decided to continue. A mistake, in hindsight. If he had taken the players off at this point, I could have understood it. Instead he played on, as the rain got heavier and the conditions increasingly problematic for the players; the ball was still rolling OK (ish), but they were sliding about (Clarkson falling over when it would have been easier to score). As lightning forked in the sky, rain lashed down and into the stands; fans clambering back from the exposed front rows. After one particularly loud clap of thunder (the last?), the referee spoke to someone on the touchline and then took the players off. The electronic scoreboard showed 67 mins. 

Ironically, it had started to brighten and the rain almost immediately subsided (there would be no more thunder and/or lightning). The tannoy announcer declared that the match WASN'T abandoned and instead the referee was going to take time to 'assess' the conditions. W@nky sent out a member (just one) of the ground-staff with a garden fork - to much laughter from the away end - while Rovers sent out their subs to knock the ball about. Then, after about 20 mins or so - and with the referee not once having emerged to 'assess' the conditions - Mark McGhee signalled to the Rovers support that the game was off. Cue a loud chorus of boos and chants of "We want our money back" from the away end as the W@nky fans - complete with drum (quelle surprise) - celebrated. 

^^^ Instead, the match was officially abandoned at this point! W@nky.
Eventually we filed out of the ground, rather miserably so. Some took their frustrations out on advertising hoardings and wheelie bins. A police car with sirens wailing whizzed past us, heading towards the ground, as we walked to the car in the rain (sans umbrella). Photos in yesterday's Sun newspaper apparently show a policeman being pushed back/over and ticket office windows being thumped. While such behaviour cannot be condoned, it can be understood. The decision was an unfunny joke, IMO. Not as farcical as Anthony Coggins calling off Dorchester Town vs Maidenhead United after 86 mins in March 2008, but close. At Dorchester, there was standing water on the pitch and the ball was barely rolling; my issue was not with the game being called off, but waiting until 86 mins to do so. At Adams Park on Saturday the ball WAS rolling, however, and the referee had played through the worst of the storm. The official line from W@nky - which explicitly mentions Bristol Rovers fans, when it doesn't need to, and so reads to me like an attempted justification - is as follows... 

So the referee abandoned the match on the advice of the ground's 'elf n safety' officer (who is, presumably, a W@nky Wanderers employee)? I imagine Davies would (now) say that he had to stop, initially, because of the lightning and then couldn't re-start - after the lightning had passed - because the incessant rainfall had subsequently made the pitch unplayable. I very much doubt, though, that the same decision would have been reached if the home side had been 3-1 up. There were plenty of thunderstorms and heavy rain across the country on Saturday, but how many League games started and failed to finish? Just the one. 

Rovers certainly have many positives to take from their performance but it is difficult to focus on that, in all honesty, at the moment. As a Maidenhead United fan, my dislike of W@nky Wanderers (a term coined after their then-manager Martin O'Neill made some disparaging remarks about the Magpies when linked with the Nottingham Forest job in the early 90s) was already deep-seated. I now dislike them even more (if that were possible). As such, I'll feel exceedingly sore when they win the re-arranged game. Which they will. W@nkers.

^^^ "Travel home safetly" (sic). W@nky all over.
PS. Back to my place, after the game, to watch Chelsea vs Newcatle on ESPN and enjoy a fine chicken curry, lovingly made by the wife. We then all watched 'Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull' (as my Dad loves Indiana Jones, almost as much as he does Chelsea!). My verdict (on the film, as I don't give a #### about Chelsea)? Well, clearly the 'Last Crusade' should have been exactly that.