Non League Club

Ut victor spolia sunt tam dulcia nectar

Posted in Uncategorized by stuartnoel on April 13, 2013

All you Premier League pansies out there don’t know what you are missing. Whilst you are being told to sit in your plastic seat, drinking your club-branded fizzy pop and eating your bland, dubious quality burger, thousands of other football fans are enjoying the game in its most purest sense. The beautiful game exists many leagues below the Emirates or Stamford Bridge, with more people watching grass-roots football than in any other country around the world.

I’m not here to tell you about the joys of having a beer when you are watching the game, eating freshly cooked food locally sourced (Sussex Stilton on your venison burger sir?), whilst taking part in the age-old tradition of changing ends at half time. We all know that is what makes watching non league football so great. Nope, I am here to extol the pleasures of one feature of the game at this level. Something that all you Premier League or nPower followers simply cannot understand the pleasure it brings us, whether our team is winning or losing. Two words. Golden Goal.

8646641948_4d203636b8_bWhether you be 8 or 80, punk or rocker, innie or outie, Beatles or Stone, rich or poor, you have as much chance as winning as your mortal enemy. To me, it is quintessentially Non League, summing up the proximity the fans can get to the players themselves. The volunteers who man the buckets on the other side of the turnstile don’t need a long-winded sales pitch. A simple shake of the bucket and the utterance of those two words are enough to have even the tightest fan handing over a pound or two. Pure love goes into the preparation of the tickets – each is hand cut, hand folded and hand blessed, ready for the game.

Some, like Cynical Dave would never dream of opening their ticket until that first goal goes in, unwrapping the carefully folded piece of paper as if it were the last present under the Christmas tree. Others know their lucky minute from the first kick, caught in a dilemma if the ball is in your penalty area when the big hand ticks over to the right minute. Surely it’s OK to secretly hope for a goal, even if it’s at the wrong end if it means winning £25? Twenty-five pounds. A Pony. That’s a full day out in the non leagues and enough for your bus fare home where as that would get you little more than a seat behind a concrete post for thirty minutes at Loftus Road.

Some fans will always buy their tickets from the same person, digging deep into the bucket to secure their chance of winning. For me? I’m easy. I will often wait until kick off, relishing the fact that few tickets are left. There are, of course, some tickets you don’t want. I have pulled out nil-nil just once, which at this level is as good as throwing your money away (Lewes play out one per annum on average at The Dripping Pan). The 1st minute is also not a very good bet, as few teams tend to attack from the first whistle, although that would have been a winner twice this season. The 45th or 90th minutes are of course the best tickets as these give you the respective injury time as well – as we saw on Thursday against Margate.

And then there is the definition of the goal time. A ticket for the 30th minute could mean anything from 29 minutes and 1 second, or 30 minutes 59 seconds depending on who announces the goal time. On the occasions I have held the microphone I define the goal in the former, rather than the latter.

8646642950_e3b0fff2ea_bOften, holding out hope for winning the golden goal is the best part of the match. Surprisingly, non league games can often be dire. But having that potential small pot of gold in your hand, or pocket is often enough to get you through the worst.

So let’s look at the real life emotions of the Lewes fans as they took their place on The Jungle for the first half of the game against Leiston. Ah yes, Leiston. It is a dirty word down in these parts. Whenever things are looking bleak, you can snap out of it with the sentence “remember Leiston”. Whilst the two teams are today playing at the same level, back in October 2008 they were separated by four divisions. The teams met in the Fourth Qualifying Round of the FA Cup, one step away from the first round proper. After a surprise draw in Suffolk, few gave the Suffolk side any hope of victory in the replay. But not only did they win, they won easily, setting up a tie with Fleetwood Town. Don’t mention the word to captain Chris Breach who played on that night.

So four and a half years later we were meeting as equals. In fact Leiston were as good as safe as you could be for another season when they arrived in monsoon-like conditions.  Lewes needed the points. Badly. All of us would of course swap not winning the golden goal for three points, right? Dave….RIGHT?  At 2.45pm the main concern was whether the game could actually start at all.  It looked like the Golden Goal tickets would all be null and void, unless someone had slipped in one that simply said “cancelled”.

Lewes 0 Leiston 1 – The Dripping Pan – Saturday 13th April 2013
To the victor, the spoils of war are as sweet as nectar, so says my headline today.  Alas that wasn’t any of us today.  In fact with teams around Lewes pulling off more amazing results (bottom of the table winning at title-chasing Lowestoft Town would have busted on coupons), we could only grumble at the full-time whistle that the game should never have been completed.  Conditions were poor, but were the same for both sides as they tried to play the ball through the puddles.  Standing water made running, let alone passing almost impossible and so it was no surprise that the winning goal came from a weather-assisted mistake.

20130413-205622.jpgBy the time Gareth Heath had seen his corner fly into the net, thanks to the strong wind which took keeper Tom Betts by surprise I had already lost any hope of winning my Golden Goal.  For my piece today I had bought 5 (five!) tickets, ranging from 5 to 72 minutes.  Most of the 400 plus crowd were resigned to seeing a goal-less draw as neither team could beat the elements.

Lewes came out for the second period wearing last season’s home kit such was the state of their attire after 45 minutes.  Chances were few and far between.  The Rooks had a good shout for a penalty as a Leiston player slid a dozen yards into the ball, clearing making contact with his arm but that would have been harsh.  Only the brave (Dave Lamb), foolish (Nick Williams) and the Scots (Cynical Dave) braved the Jungle in the first half as the rain lashed down.  For the second half not one person stood on the open terrace – a sight that has rarely been seen at The Pan.

The eyes of many in the Philcox were glued on their smartphones as events elsewhere started to unfold.  A draw wouldn’t be a disaster for Lewes, even if most of the teams around us were at least getting a point.  In fact with twenty minutes to play we had moved up to 4th from bottom.  Who needs to win the golden goal when life is good.  But then Leiston, on a rare venture into the Lewes box gained a corner.  Heath swung it in, looking for the onrushing players on the edge of the six-yard box.  However, the strong wind took hold of the flight and the ball arced under the bar, despite Betts desperate attempts to keep it out.

20130413-205711.jpgFull time saw the players get a standing (well, we were hardly likely to sit down on the wet terrace were we?) ovation.  You could not fault the spirit or the effort today.  The elements (and Leiston) had won.  The fight for survival would take us to Earlsmead, north-west London, home of Harrow Borough in seven days, themselves not quite safe from the drop zone where the Rooks would have to fight for the golden goal and more importantly, the platinum three points.

Remember Leiston

Posted in Uncategorized by stuartnoel on November 3, 2012

Every football club has its “Leiston” moment. That game where everything goes wrong and you finish up on the end of a giant killing. As a West Ham fan I’ve experienced that pain all too often – in fact I couldn’t define just one game which sums up the word properly. Aldershot Town, Wrexham, Grimsby Town and Swansea City (when they were a Vetch Field-based Division Four side not a modern Liberty Stadium Premier League side) all spring to mind although there has been a few near misses (Farnborough and Emley anyone?) but I didn’t think Non League clubs had a giant killing moment. That was before I started following Lewes.

Back in 2008/09 Lewes had made it to the pinnacle of Non League football. Whilst they could never say that season in the Conference Premier was a success, they were on the same Ceefax page as Oxford United, Mansfield Town and Torquay United for one memorable season. The FA Cup gave the club the opportunity to play with the even bigger boys. Lewes entered the competition at the Final Qualifying Round. One win and they would be in the hat along with 48 Football League sides. In their way was an away trip to Eastern Counties League side Leiston – four divisions below the Conference Premier.

Firstly, the fans (and players!) needed to find the place on the map. Leiston, around 80 miles east of London on the Suffolk coast,  doesn’t really feature in much popular culture. In fact the Wikipedia entry tells us under culture that the town has a post office, library and two pubs.  The town doesn’t have a railway station and is probably more famous for being the closest habitat to Sizewell Nuclear Reactor.  Alas, you can no longer visit the reactor, but the pub across the road, the Vulcan Arms, was one to visit if only for the fact it won “Best Pub Sign of the Year” in 2011.

After a 1-1 draw in Suffolk, few people would have put money on anything apart from a Lewes home win in the replay. In fact, few people actually bothered attending the replay at all (just 347).  But on a miserable night in East Sussex, the County League side turned over the Rooks, coming away with a 3-1 victory that will forever go down in the history of both clubs.  Leiston progressed into the First Round of the FA Cup, drawing at home to Fleetwood Town before losing to them in a replay.

Since that day in October 2008 the fortunes of both clubs couldn’t have been more different. Whilst Lewes have endured relegation from the Blue Square Premier and South divisions to land in the Ryman Premier League, Leiston have surged up the leagues, gaining successive promotions meaning that four years on from that FA Cup tie the two clubs would be meeting again in Suffolk in a league game for the first time, with some irony on the FA Cup First Round day.  As we headed up the A12, we listened to previews of Hendon, Met Police and Hastings United’s games in FA Cup 1st round with some jealously that it could have been the Rooks.

But it wasn’t to be.  In fact Lewes had another “Leiston” moment during midweek when they lost at home to Brentwood Town in a FA Trophy replay.  The last thing we needed was a reminder of our vulnerabilities.

Only twelve hardened Lewes fans made the journey, a third of which were travelling in TBIR Taxis.  With plans for the annual Lewes bonfire and sparkler party in their final stages, the normal travelling crew were at home, making homemade fireworks out of sticky-back plastic and getting their marshmellows ready for toasting so it was left to the Lewes Lunatic Fringe to provide the support for the team.

Our first stop was, of course, Sizewell Nuclear Reactor. Or at least the famous Vulcan Arms opposite.  It was disappointing to report that there was no strange glow in the distance, or anyone resembling Homer Simpson in the area, although it has to be said that the pub sign was truly one of genius.  But one Greene King IPA was enough before my iPhone app gieger counter told me it was time to move on (for any HSE executives reading that was a joke).  Next up, the Engineers Arms in Leiston itself which gets a massive TBIR 9/10 for beer, obscure football memorabilia and horse-brasses abound.  And finally it was showtime.

Leiston 1 Lewes 1 – Victory Road – Saturday 3rd November 2012
A draw away from home is never a bad result, especially when you have a 150 plus mile trip home.  The Rooks deserved their point in a game that failed to warm the cockles of the 186 watching on.  But this was a completely different side that had capitulated to Brentwood Town on Tuesday night.

Injuries once again robbed Simon Wormull of two of his most influential players in Nathan Crabb and Jack Walder, but that gave an opportunity to Ryan Stubbings and Joseph Kay, both part of the Under18 squad that has been wowing crowds this season.  In fact both had featured in the amazing 6-5 Kent Cup (don’t ask) against Maidstone United on Thursday night.

The game was just a few seconds old when Osei had a golden chance to put the home side in the lead but a great block by Leyton Schaaf diverted the ball onto the bar and away. But it was another player who had missed the game on Tuesday night who put the Rooks in the lead, the ever-reliable Chris Breach powering home a Beckford corner in the 25th minute slightly against the run of play.

With the temperature plunging downwards quickly, we sought refuse at half time in the board room, and the fantastic hospitality Leiston put on.  As the only club director to make the journey I was welcomed like a long-lost brother by the committee members of the club despite my non-directorial dress.  Not that it mattered to them – they of course wanted to talk about THAT game four years ago.  Of course they did.

The second half saw the ball spend a lot of time in the midfield.  Worms played his ace half-way through the half when he brought on Callum Dunn for his debut.  Callum had signed in the summer but an injury in one of the first pre-season friendlies had robbed the team of some midfield creativity.  Alas, he could do nothing about Leiston’s equaliser fifteen minutes later when Osei got the better of Hamilton, crossed and substitute Nathan Stone headed home.

The home fans felt that Lewes had been guilty of time-wasting in the lead up to the goal, although I’m not sure that passing the ball across the pitch can be classed as negative play?  If it’s good enough for Barcelona and Spain, then surely it’s good enough for the Rooks (although I am not putting us in the same class as those two!).  To win a game of football you need to have the ball, and by keeping hold of it Lewes were simply playing the percentages.

So a draw was in my opinion a fair reflection.  Whilst the home side may feel slightly aggrieved, they rarely troubled Kieron Thorp in the Lewes goal.  However, with a plate of sausage, beans and chips served up in the boardroom, Leiston certainly were a winner in my eyes.  Four years of hurt were forgiven over a prize Suffolk banger.

One hundred and twelve miles later I was home, satisfied with a day out in deepest, darkest Suffolk.  Next Saturday we have to do it all again as we once again travel to these parts for the trip to Bury St Edmunds, home of Adnams.  Oh, go on then.