Classic Programmes

  • Classic Programme – Wrose Albion F.C. vs Fairweather Gr. 21/10/90

    Classic Programme – Wrose Albion F.C. vs Fairweather Gr. 21/10/90

    If, at the turn of the final decade of the twentieth century, you were to find yourself in or around the Bradford area and in need of somebody to spin some tunes you could have done no better than hiring D.J. Ray Tate and his ‘Disco Sounds’. How do I know this? Because his advertisement in the programme for the match between Wrose Albion F.C. and Fairweather Gr. (whose attendances were always predictably awful due to them having.. wait for it.. fairweather fans *rimshot*) billed him as “Yorkshires Leading Mobile Discotheque” and “the Ultimate in Mobile Entertainment”. I’m not sure what the mobile discotheque turf war was like in Yorkshire back in those heady days of October 1990 but it was still a pretty ballsy move by Ray to position himself as disco king. Perhaps one of the reasons for his confidence was the “24 hour answering service” he had in operation. That’s quite the commitment to bad music! One can imagine a Batman style light in the shape of a glitter ball beaming brightly into a mournfully coloured sky above the Salts Mill at five in the morning as Ray pulls on his flares and grabs his Norma Jean twelve inches before jumping into his Funkmobile to race over and provide Ultimate Entertainment at a moments notice.

    The cover of the programme for this District Cup clash features a cartoon of an unshaven, overweight hooligan looking type holding a ball and giving a thumbs up in front of an optimistically full and happy stand. Is this an honest impression of the type of player plying their trade at Wrose at the time? Beside him on the pitch sit a shield commemorating their previous season as 1st division champions and, more excitedly, the prestigious “Vera Cookson cup” (even after extensive research I am none the wiser as to who Vera Cookson was but did at least uncover wrose1this amazing photograph of former winners Grafton Garage that appears to show a young Phil Jupitus and a player who apparently preferred to sport of-it’s-time knitwear rather than the actual kit).

    As is often the case with match literature this far down the football ladder (and by the time you reach clubs in the Wharfdale League Premier Division you have departed the ladder altogether and are now digging feverishly at the soil with your fingernails) the product is rather flimsy at a meagre 14 pages and eighty percent of that is taken up with advertisements. Luckily local advertising is one of our favourite things here at Classic Programmes and there are a couple of gems to satiate our appetite. Aside from Mr. Tate and his non stop disco madness there is a Fisheries that is rarely open, a print & design studio that boastfully promises to deliver “on time!” as if the minimum requirement for a business is a major selling point, and the unappealingly titled ‘Millionhairs Body Complex’ where “you don’t have to be a millionaire to come to millionhairs”. With all due respect to Shipley it’s hardly the Millionaires’ Mile so I doubt that really needed pointing out and also.. Millionhairs? Really? Is this a beauty studio designed specifically with Chewbacca in mind?wrose2

    As for non commercial content we get the staple half-hearted sports and music quizes and the usual array of statistics nobody really cares about and yet with a closer inspection shows that from the first twenty seven games the ten teams in the league had managed an impressive 124 goals between them. That’s an average of about four and a half goals each match. Bizarre then to find K. Attenborough sitting atop the goal scorers table with a mere five strikes to his name. Only two other players had scored more than one goal! By my calculations it appears that one hundred and thirteen other players shared a solitary goal between them. Either that or the person tasked with recording statistics had a very tenuous grasp on the truth.

    The highlight of the programme, however, is the ‘Pick of the Past’ section which features a match report from the esteemed Shipley Times & Express from 1978. The game in question is a cup tie between Wrose Albion and Junction and features a description of a 50 yard punt being headed home as “picture-book” (presumably the artist of that particular book was Sam Allardyce) and makes mention of a “cheeky ball” being chipped in for Albion’s fifth which raises the surreal philosophical question as to how a ball can possibly be cheeky?
    Of more interest than all that, however, is the revelation that this game was the first match of the season for young Ray Tate. Yes, that’s right, the Tadcaster Travolta himself was involved in a game where he managed to concede a penalty and later be substituted after cutting his eye. Not the greatest of debuts then. Just as well the world of Disco awaited him.

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    “24 hour answering service – except for a couple of hours on Sunday when I might be being crap at football.”

    Posted on February 10, 2015, in Kieran’s Classic Programmes and tagged Classic Programmes, Wrose Albion FC. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

  • Classic Programme Christmas Special! Enfield FC vs Boreham Wood

    Classic Programme Christmas Special! Enfield FC vs Boreham Wood

    Scott Knowles returns with the festive edition of his excellent series looking back on classic matchday programmes.

    What with December having lumbered upon us with the heavy, smokey breath of a slightly inebriated uncle I thought what better time to write a festive edition of my largely (some would say rightfully) ignored Classic Programme column? And, I’m sure you will agree, nothing quite says Christmas like an ICIS League Premier Division clash between Enfield F.C. and Boreham Wood.

    The match in question took place on the 21st of December 1996 and the opposition goalkeeper had a surname of Shepperd (which is almost Shepherd, isn’t it? Like the ones who watched their flocks by night and all that) and is enough of a feeble link for me to brand this a Christmas Special.

    Page four of the programme features the thoughts of the satisfyingly named then Enfield boss George Borg, whose photograph resembles a man putting on a brave face after hearing the news that his pet cat has been set on fire. Within his notes is made mention of a defeat away to Peterborough in an FA Cup replay following a respectable 1-1 draw at home. The next league game his side faced against Kingstonian is then referred to by George as “a case of after the Lord Mayor’s Show” which cruelly posits the London non-league club as the excrement to be cleared up that had been left behind by the horse Barry Fry gallantly rode through on. At the ‘Lord Mayor’s Show’ replay his side got walloped 4-1 and thus dumped from the cup with George reflecting “had Paul Moran and Saint (Martin St. Hilaire) scored their two chances toward the end of the game it would have been a lot more respectable.” By the same sort of reasoning if I had been born a girl and attended a posh school down south I could now be pregnant with Prince William’s lizard baby.

    The manager’s notes column is not the last we see of Borg. He appears again later in the programme in an advertisement for Enfield F.C. newsline – an advert that, from the accompanying photograph, gives the impression that anyone ringing the number would get through to George directly. A sort of proto-Babestation with the gaffer, somewhat resembling a Poundland Joe Kinnear, reclining in his chair whilst breathily discussing possible formations or the likelihood of the left-back receiving a new contract whilst seductively playing with the zip on his Umbro tracksuit.

    Elsewhere we are treated to a delightful typo in the Boreham Wood team descriptions (Anthony Samuels, a “proven goalscorer”, is revealed to have scored 23 goals in 42 appearances in the 1994/95 season and a slightly more impressive “22 goals in 5 appearances” the next), the usual array of amusing local advertisements ( ‘Starlight Suite’, billed as “London’s Top Cabaret Venue”, aims to entice you in with pictures of the by-then-so-far-over-the-hill-they-were-practically-at-the-peak-of-the-next-hill Hale and Pace and Bob Monkhouse), and what is possibly the best quiz question I have ever encountered – the unsympathetically framed “Who broke both Andy Cole’s legs in a reserve match?” (Neil Ruddock, in case you were wondering, though you likely would have been able to guess it correctly even without knowing the answer).

    Anyone familiar with this column will know by now I have something of an obsession with the names of 80’s/90’s non-league players and this latest programme doesn’t let me down. What is it exactly about a name like Jimmy Carstairs that accurately suggests a left-back who spent his career knocking around the lower leagues – Brentford, Cambridge, Stockport – whilst desperately telling diminishing groups of women he started out at Arsenal and “could have been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.”? Or the name Martin St. Hilaire – belonging to a man whose wikipedia page has been tragically deleted due to the fact he “never played in a fully pro league”? Or Justin Gentle – a name that simply sounds like it belongs to the worlds crappiest superhero? These names.. that were destined never to be screamed by commentators after scoring a winning goal for England at Wembley but slot so perfectly into the thud and blunder of the amateur game. Names that won’t ever appear on gaudily glitzy Sky Sports celebrations of the “100 Greatest Second Half Headers of the Premier League” but instead will be remembered in the hearts of those who brave stadiums with more than an ounce of character left in them.. the dilapidated grounds that we hold so dear.. that we return to each week despite their flaws because they are our home and we feel just as comfortable swaying in an icy breeze on that crumbling terrace as we do in our favourite armchair at home.

    The final page of the programme features the usual player and official listings (the linesman are helpfully identified by the colour of the trim of their flags in case you wanted to specifically abuse them by name) along with photographs of the three mascots. The mascots in question for this particular game suffer either from their cropped 90’s haircuts or the unfortunately demonic seeming expressions they are sporting because the end result resembles the mug shots of delinquent kids caught in the act of doing something terrible like.. ooh I don’t know.. cat arson.

    Perhaps George Borg should have a word. We may well have found the culprits.

    Thanks to Scott for this latest article. Follow Scott on twitter: @FragileGang

    Posted on December 13, 2012, in Kieran’s Classic Programmes and tagged Boreham Wood, Classic Programmes, Enfield FC. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

  • Classic Programmes – Downham Town v Stanway Rovers (17/10/1992)

    Classic Programmes – Downham Town v Stanway Rovers (17/10/1992)

    The latest Classic Programme article from Scott Knowles goes back twenty years, to a match from the Jewson League.

    The French philosopher Voltaire once said – “The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by Infinity is to contemplate the extent of human stupidity.” – and if you are having trouble contemplating the extent of human stupidity then my advice would be to read an interview with a footballer.

    Back when the team I support were still clinging desperately to their status as a League Two side I would often purchase The Football League Paper so I could torture myself each Sunday by reading a match report of the dispiriting defeat that I had already witnessed firsthand the day before. It was a bit like eagerly perusing the local newspaper the week after you were mugged to pour over the details of the fractured cheek bone and relinquishing of one hundred and fifty quid you had suffered at the hands and/or feet of a sallow skinned youth.

    One of the recurring features in said paper was a section where a number of pointless questions were aimed at a random player (because, really, who doesn’t want to know whether the Plymouth Argyle reserve goalkeeper would rather go to the Caribbean with his girlfriend/wife or Magaluf with his mates?). More often than not the answers would make you despair for the entire human race. Alan Shearer, a man whose ability to boringly state the obvious has gone way beyond the point of parody and must now be considered as a type of performance art, was often name-checked as the pundit the players most admired and The Sun was usually picked out as their newspaper of choice. I frequently found myself wondering if Megan Fox had any idea how many potential dinner party invites she had at the houses of lower league cloggers where an evening meal of beans on toast (almost always preferred to pasta) would presumably be followed by perfunctory, if not slightly aggressive, missionary position sexual intercourse.

    I was reminded of this upon reaching the last page of the programme for Downham Town’s league clash against Stanway Rovers from 1992 wherein was featured a ‘Player Profile’ section that focused on midfielder Danny Davenport. Under his ‘Likes’ section he answered “Sports, Beer, and Women” and, in case the point wasn’t made clearly enough, his favourite actor/actress was later listed as “Linda Lovelace” (presumably for her roles in Deep Throat and other such titles, and not the anti-pornography activism that followed) and his favourite meal/drink revealed to be “Curry/Lager”.

    Curry. Lager. Pornography. I understand that 1992 occurred during the pre-Wenger health revolution days when a muscle strain was still treated at most northern clubs by rubbing some gravy into it but such blatant pride in an unhealthy lifestyle is still quite astonishing even at this level. Towards the end of the revealing insight into the mind of the twenty-five year old Downham Town star came the revelation that his ambition was “Never to work again.” Presumably being unemployable after his football ‘career’ ended allowed him to comfortably achieve that ambition.

    Elsewhere in the programme there is the usual mixture of local advertising (“Car Valeting by David Stebbings” – which almost sounds like the name of a crap perfume) and of-its-time usage of language (the Football Quiz includes the question – Name the first coloured player to captain an England team) but isn’t without some aberrant exceptions that make it worthy of inclusion here.

    For example there is an article by Mr. David Stacey, the editor of the Football Programme Directory, about an unplanned visit to Downham Town FC which is charmingly recounted and includes an anecdote about a committee member 54 feet up one of the floodlights changing a bulb to save the club the £150 it would have cost to get pylon fitters to do the job for them (“I do not get travel sickness,” Stacey explains gravely, “but it is something I would not have taken on.”) which shows the lengths gone to by people involved in their local non league clubs to help keep them going.

    Indeed the one thing I have noticed time and again from reading through these old programmes is the love and pride that emanates from every page – of people not taking for granted the band of loyal supporters who show up each week, often despite ‘better’ options elsewhere (during the season this programme was taken from Norwich City, whose ground is a mere one hour drive from Downham’s, finished 3rd in the then recently formed Premier League). And for all the cheap mocking I make of player names or poor quality photographs it’s impossible not to feel a real admiration for the people who work so hard to keep these clubs going, sometimes against mighty odds.

    Judging by the ‘Results From Last Saturday’ page the Lynn League Premier was the place to be for anyone wanting to see copious amounts of goals. There were 5-1 wins for both Downham reserves and North Lynn, a 2-9 result between Narborough and Methwold, and six without reply for West Lynn against Denver.

    Intriguingly in the Norfolk Primary Cup there was a postponement between Y.M.C.A and Gaywood. I will leave you to make up your own cheap joke for that one though.

    Thanks to Scott as always for his article. Follow him on twitter: @FragileGang

    Posted on November 20, 2012, in Kieran’s Classic Programmes and tagged Classic Programmes. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.