Non League Club

A kick in the privates – Goole AFC

Posted in Uncategorized by stuartnoel on January 2, 2015

Two facts that you may not know about Goole. Firstly, when you type it into any Apple device, it will try to suggest to you that you really meant Google, and secondly it’s bloody cold. I can’t help think that the club have missed a trick with this whole naming thing. Perhaps the town could create their own global search engine or an email service? Goole Chrome has a good ring to it, Goole Drive could be a new road name whilst the local newspaper could rebrand as Goole Buzz – bound to be more successful than Google’s attempts. The domain name, has actually been registered since 1999, almost at the same time Larry Page and Sergey Brin started making their magic in a Stanford University dorm room, whilst the town itself can trace its history back to 1629. Any court in its right mind would surely side with the people from the East Ridings of Yorkshire.

As we leave the M62 Northern Steve asks the valid question, in my opinion, as to whether the residents of the town refer to themselves as “Goolies”? His motivation for the question seemed to be the phallic looking structure on the horizon, which after a quick “Gooling” (using my new local Search Engine website) turns out to be a water tower. Such architectural follies are so British, so Victorian, so wonderful.

15979360558_6b25b4746f_kWe were keeping the Victorian theme by heading to the Pleasure Grounds (using Goole Maps as our guide) as one should do on annual days of rest. Alas, the Pleasure Grounds here do not have the traditional bandstand, rides, an orangery, menageries or even a zoo for exotic animals, such as those that used to exist in 19th century London. Instead the Goole version has two goalposts, a stand, some beer and pies (always with peas in these parts) home not of fine Victorian gentlemen but The Vikings of the Evostik League North, First Division South. The water towers, nicknamed salt and pepper, that overlook the ground act as beacons, lighting the way to the ground from the M62. Hands up who thinks modern Britain is crap now eh?

Driving through the town on the way to the Victoria Pleasure Grounds suggests that few other people in these parts were heading to the big festive derby with Lincoln United. Goole is a town of nearly 19,000 souls, once an important port but now struggling to find an identity as is the case with hundreds of other British towns. The High Street (well, Boothferry Road anyway) is symptomatic with the failing British retail scene. Pound stores, Charity shops, Bookies and Weatherspoons. No problem with that, especially as we handed over our £2.50 for our lunchtime pint but Goole was losing its identity.

The history of the football club stretches back over one hundred years and various different entities. They started off with a plain old Town, then Goole Shipyard Football Club. When the hull fell out of the shipbuilding industry they found the Town down the back of the sofa which they held onto until financial problems saw the club go under. From the ashes came Goole AFC in 1997, the current version although the club tried to sneak the Town back a few years ago, enraging the West Ridings FA in the process who take such matters very seriously – sod trivial matters like racism, match fixing and respect campaigns, the serious business is about a town wanting to add the word “town” after their name.

15981017447_19a7bf7f8a_kWhilst progress hasn’t yet happened on the pitch, the club are still fighting. Quite apt that the current manager, Curtis Woodhouse, held the British Light-Welterweight boxing title until June, although perhaps too much of that fighting spirit rubbed off on former captain Karl Colley back in January when after being sent off for violent conduct in a game against Coalville Town decided to attack a fan. The club acted swiftly, sacking Colley who had previously been sacked by Belper Town for his conduct. I’m sure the West Riding FA will get round to adding their sanctions once they’ve dealt with other major incidents such as teams deciding which colours to play in or renaming a tea bar. Reading the programme notes it appeared that the club’s ownership was once again unclear. Being part of a community-owned club like Lewes does make me feel blessed at times. Perhaps this is the model that could work for Goole, bring the much-needed identity and inclusion to the local community that they talk about being missing.

“There is so little to cheer (about) in Goole alone that sport is a way of transforming the image of a place and sadly Goole football over the last 30 years has been unable to do so.” Tough words from the club in the match programme but they are 100% bang on.

Lincoln United are Northern Steve’s local team. They had lost the reverse fixture a week ago in Lincoln, so revenge was their primary motivation today. By attending this game he would be automatically elevated to the ranks of “hardcore” due to the unwritten code of football supporting. Talking of club names, the story behind Lincoln’s is a peach. Originally called Lincoln Amateurs, they signed a former Nottingham Forest professional in 1951, meaning they couldn’t keep their name. So the players had, according to the club’s own story, a “brainstorming” session in a pub in Sleaford and came up with the name United. The film rights to that story must have them queuing round the block at their Ashby Avenue ground.

Like Goole AFC, Lincoln United’s honours roster is modest to say the least. But that’s not to say they couldn’t serve up some silky football to warm up the hundred and fifty or so fans who had made the trip to the dockside. The exterior of the ground may have been stark but the welcome was warm. Pie, peas and mint sauce were the order of the day round these parts, perfect insulation against the hurricane that was blowing down the ground. Both teams would be fighting the elements as well as each other over the next 90 minutes. We took up our place opposite the main stand, still enthralled by the phallic structures behind the ground. Every 20 minutes or so a train passed by the ground, offering travellers a glimpse into the heart of grass roots football.

Goole AFC 1 Lincoln United 1 – Victoria Pleasure Gardens – Thursday 1st January 2015
With two minutes left the celebrations from the home side were as if they’d won the cup rather than just equalised against a mid-table rival. The goal, scored by Billy Law was completely unexpected and against the run of play – simply because of the conditions. The wind, coupled with the open aspect of the ground had led to some almost comical passages of play, with the home keeper struggling to kick the ball forward at all, whilst at the other end, the bookies had stopped taking bets on the next goal scorer being the Lincoln goalie.

15979399908_a05a84fab9_kBoth teams had started the game trying to keep the ball on the deck but the heavy conditions had made that problematic. Lincoln had set themselves up in an unusual 3-5-2 with the idea of getting their wing backs forward. Alas the wind blowing in their faces meant they spent most of the first half on their heels, trying to defend against lofted balls over their heads. Despite having the conditions in their favour, Goole struggled to trouble the away keeper Peet. Half-time and we were all square.

Lincoln opened the scoring ten minutes into the second half, making a meal of a clear-cut chance before Matt Cotton nudged the ball over the line. They immediately went on the front foot, playing the elements well. Whilst they hit the post twice and were denied by some astute goal keeping, there was only a few moments of quality. It took them eighty minutes to realise that placed rather than power was the key to using the elements for shots on goal.

15979358738_46b2a39bda_kWith time ticking away Goole tried to get the ball into the danger zone but were thwarted time and time again by the wind and a resolute defence. The post and Peet combined well to keep the ball out but they were powerless to prevent Law’s exquisite lob in the final minutes, timing it perfectly for a moment when the wind abated for a few seconds. Whilst they hadn’t used the favourable conditions to their advantage in the first period the goal was more than they deserved.

Goole probably wouldn’t have been many people’s preferred destination on the first day of 2015 but we had no regrets. Twenty miles down the road Hull City were celebrating their first Premier League win in front of 22,000, many of whom would have come from the terraces around the Victoria Pleasure Grounds. But were they really happy with their £35 seats? A tenner had given us a friendly club, a decent game, pie and peas plus a golden goal ticket. That’s the heart and soul of football. Let’s hope that Goole can engage the local community and grow as a result. If not then my search engine idea might just do the trick.

Smells like team spirit

Posted in Uncategorized by stuartnoel on August 26, 2012

I was never going to miss this game. For those without in-depth knowledge of the workings of the Fuller household will know we are sans enfants for a week each year whilst they go back to their northern roots. Current Mrs Fuller and I use the time to do all the things that couples without children do. Eat where they want and when they want, read real books, watch thought-provoking drama on TV and even get to hold hands in public. This year their departure coincided with the TBIR pre-season training camp in Düsseldorf so it wasn’t until Tuesday that CMF and I could kick back and catch up on life from the previous year.

Our guilty pleasure was a trip to Marrakech. Probably not the wisest destination in the middle of August but I had promised her some sun. What we got was 48 degrees of blistering sunshine. It’s hard to function in such heat but we were thankful for our discreet little Riad in the Medina where they asked no questions and we told no lies. It was a slice of nirvana from our hectic lifestyle back in Blighty.

Nirvana you say? Well funnily enough our strange week of exotic destinations would see us end up seeing Nirvana….Thurnby Nirvana to be precise, of the East Midlands Counties League (That should win me an award for the most tenuous link between stories).

It was FA Cup time again and originally I had planned to pick up the littlest Fuller’s on the day of the Preliminary Qualifying round. It had the potential for the first competitive Lincoln derby for decades. Lincoln United would play the winner of Thurnby’s game with Lincoln Moorlands Railways. This was more than just a battle for bragging rights in South Lincoln, oh yes. The prize money of £1,750 would also come in very useful for the winner. Alas, Thurnby beat the Moors and earned themselves a trip to Ashby Avenue to take on United.

Lincoln is one of only four English cities that can boast a “City v United” rivalry. Like Oxford and Cambridge the two sides rarely meet in competitive action but there is always hope in the cup. The Whites of Lincoln United would have to win four ties and then have a 1-in-63 chance of drawing the Imps, but even so, it was a chance. Dreams do come true – after all, how did Ashley Cole end up marrying Cheryl Tweedy a few years ago.

United are currently plying their trade in the Evostik League South Division. Don’t get the league confused with the Evostik League South Division whatever you do. I mean who would call two divisions separated in places by 200 miles the same thing – I ask you! They were originally known as Lincoln Amateurs but back in the 1950’s they signed a professional player and as they couldn’t persuade him to be paid from the proceeds of the meat raffle, they had to change their name. If only they would have had the same imagination (or hallucinogenic drugs) that the founders of Leicester Nirvana would have had. After all there cannot be any situation in life where those two words could sit happily together in the same sentence otherwise. In 2008 they got together with nearby Thurnby Rangers and a super club akin to Cream, Electronic or The Foo Fighters was formed. And on the subject of the Foo Fighters who were of course formed by ex-members of Nirvana, the whole story comes 360 degrees.

I’d been to Ashby Avenue before with Northern Steve so it was only fair that he came with me again. Well that’s the excuse he used with Sister of CMF anyway. I asked him if I was alright going in just a t-shirt such was the heat of the day. “That’s fine. Come as you are” said Northern Steve (cheap, irresistible Nirvana gag done).

Ashby Avenue is a smart little non league ground. It’s had a fair bit of work done on it since I was last year, primarily because it is now the home to Lincoln Ladies who playing the FA Women’s Super League. We saw a sign for “Live Barclays Premier League football here”. Excellent – a half time pint and a bit of Jeff Stelling – perfect.

We arrived just on 3pm but there was a delay. One of the away team had used black table to shore up his shin pads. As all good footballer scholars will now know it is against a breach of those very important rules and so we waited for the player to find some red tape. Is it any wonder the FIFA are losing the respect of fans, players, managers and generally everyone in football with nit-picking ridiculous rules that serve no purpose at all. Was it dangerous? Was it likely to affect the game in any way? Was it going to confuse anyone? No, of course not. So keep your stupid rules out of the game. Rant (for now) over.

Finally, the teams emerged and we were ready for some action. It seemed that the locals had been as excited as me at seeing Nirvana play as there was less than 100 spectators ready for the magic of the cup for another year. Lincoln United would be hoping for a run similar to the one 21 years ago when they reached the 1st round proper where they lost 7-0 to Huddersfield Town, whilst this would only be the second run out in the competition for Nirvana.

Looking at the programme, two names stuck out. On the home side there was Sean Wright, whilst Nirvana had Shaun Phillips. A marriage made in heaven surely?

Lincoln United 1 Thurnby Nirvana 2 – Ashby Avenue – Saturday 25th August 2012
The smell of the liniment, the roar of the crowd, the blood and thunder of a cup match. For the very few who stayed to the bitter end, and by that I mean a good five minutes after the final whistle then there was an afternoon of high-octane drama. This was a shock result, although not in the giant killing category, but if you would have had a bet on Nirvana then you may have been quids in.

Ah yes, stupid rule number two. I technically couldn’t have had a bet on his game. Nor any game in the competition. As a director of a club that play in the FA Cup I am deemed to have inside information which could allow me to financially gain. So last season, after Lewes’s 1st Qualifying Round exit to Chertsey Town, I was not allowed to place any money on games such as Chelsea v Spurs, or Liverpool v Everton in the semi-finals, “just in case”. Madness.

The game started at a frantic pace. Having just come from Northern HQ and seen possibly the worst West Ham defensive performance in living memory away at Swansea City, it seemed that the Thurnby defence had also benefited from an Allardyce defensive master lass. They were shocking and spent the first fifteen minutes chasing United shadows, resulting to some rash tackling that more often than not was so badly timed they missed the attacker completely.

Lincoln hit the bar after fifteen minutes, when a flighted chip had the Thurnby keeper stranded off his line. But then all of a sudden the visitors remembered they had 10 outfield players, including two wide men and started to use their pace. And all of a sudden they looked the more dangerous side. Time after time they exploited the fullbacks including United’s Player-Manager Terry Fleming.

It was no surprise that the first goal came down the flanks. Some neat passing saw the winger released and his cross was turned into the net by George Himan. Fully deserved at this stage. The game wasn’t for the faint hearted as tackles flew in, benches protested and waved imaginary yellow cards and the officials simply looked confused. Just before the break this was emphasised by the decision not to send off the Thurnby no.7 after he clearly left his foot in when running through on goal and the keeper came to collect the ball. At least one of the officials saw it as the card colour was yellow not red.

At half time we headed for the bar. Except there wasn’t one. Nor was there any Sky Sports showing “Live Premier League Football here”. It seems that those facilities were saved for the “Executives, Directors and Guests”..we had to make do with a cup of tea in the Willy White Suite which was. Tiny portakabin where the strongest thing on the menu was the onions for the hotdogs.

In an age where non league clubs are trying to fight for every penny, why have a bar that’s only open for people who I doubt would pay for it anyway. The room looked like it could easily fit the whole crowd in and have spare to swing a cat or two. Bizarre decision to say the least.

The second half saw no let up in the tempo although Thurnby seemed to forget about the success in the first half. The sunshine had been replaced by threatening clouds in the distance that rumbled and flashed with thunder. Just up the road (well, technically it is although the A1 is a very long road indeed), the Sunderland v Reading game had been postponed due to the weather.

It was no surprise when a second goal for the visitors came on the hour though. Finally the ball found the tricky winger on the right. He jinked and jimmied before delivering a low cross into the area and the ball was smashed home by Matt Melbourne. Surely game over?

The home side still hadn’t noticed that the Thurnby keeper didn’t actually appear to be fully fit. In fact from the first minute it was obvious to the more observant amongst us that he never kicked the ball from hands, or took Ny long goal kicks. He also didn’t like being put under pressure and when United did do that from a corner, they scored. Fifteen minutes left – game on!

By now, thanks to all the delays, it was nearly getting dark. We were still playing at 5.05pm and with the storm getting ever closer most of the crowd urged the final whistle. When it came it brought some celebration from the away contingent. Handshakes all round and the crowd filed out.

But as we prepared to depart we saw some handbags between the sole Lincoln player left on the pitch and a few Thurnby players. I’m sure it was all over who would swap shirts with who but the referee brandished a red card for someone. No idea who but we can only assume it was for the Lincoln player. Getting sent off after the final whistle, or in the tunnel, always seems to me to be a bit of a cheat. The crowd want to see what’s gone on and instead are just left confused.

So Thurnby could travel back to Leicestershire with a good scalp, £1,750 and the promise of a tie in two weeks time in the 1st qualifying round at home to Gresley. We headed back to Northern HQ, thinking perhaps Lincoln United could have done more on and off the pitch. With Lincoln City also at home just a few miles away, I left Ashby Avenue thinking that the club were missing out, both in terms of additional “social” revenue but also as an attraction to local floating fans. But then again, what do I know.

As Kurt Cobain once said, “Nevermind”.