Something Special

Cobh Wanderers  1  Greystones United  0

FAI Intermediate Cup - Semi Final Replay

Sometimes you stumble upon a game, turn up out of pure curiosity, and then end up witnessing something quite special.

I'd been following Cobh Wanderers on Twitter as they were going to be the away team on the Tuesday evening at UCC, which I'd been planning to attend until the game was postponed. However, while checking their tweets I noticed that on the previous weekend they were playing away at what they were terming the biggest game in the clubs recent history. The Intermediate Cup Semi Final at Greystones United.

The Crowd Builds

The FAI Intermediate Cup is a competition for clubs playing outside of the professional ranks of the League of Ireland, and in the past eight seasons it's been dominated by two sides, Crumlin United and Avondale United. Clubs from the respective leagues in Munster, Leinster and Ulster compete, on a national basis, and the final is played at the Aviva Stadium. It's prestigious, and when you get as far as Cobh have, you damn well want to go all the way!

The game at Greystones, a Wicklow based club, finished goalless, so I then spotted in the early part of the week that the replay was going to be on the Saturday at Cobh's ground, Old Church Park. It looked a far more intriguing option than my original thoughts of a trip to Ringmahon Rangers. When I say intriguing, I really didn't know what to expect?

Viewing Spaces At A Premium

Clearly for Wanderers this was a big thing, they are the smaller of the two clubs in Cobh, with Ramblers playing in the LOI. But I was really curious to see how the town would get out and support them. I wouldn't imagine in Cobh you are born a Rambler or a Wanderer and never the twain shall meet, but at the same time, just how much interest was their in the junior of the two sides across the local footballing community?

In short, an awful lot! I arrived forty minutes before kick off, grabbed one of the few remaining parking spaces on the lane to the ground, and joined the growing gaggle of spectators making their way to the gate to hand over the Five Euro admission. The ground is a railed off pitch, with a small dressing room building on one side, and to cater for the crowd, a gazebo had been erected from where hot food and drinks could be bought.

By kick off I would estimate a crowd of around 1000 had assembled, I was really unsure what the turn out would be, but even at the higher end of my estimations, I never expected this many. Good viewing points were at a premium so I opted for an elevated view from the grass bank that ran from the video gantry along to the corner flag, and from that vantage point we witnessed a very tense opening forty five minutes that was devoid of any real goal scoring opportunity. The game reminded me of some of the non-league play off games I'd seen in England, high in intensity, atmosphere, and nerves, but as a result the spectacle wasn't that great.

Wanderers were the better team though, and as the second period wore on they started to grow in confidence. A couple of reasonable chances went begging before the deadlock was broken. A ball in from the left was met by the head of Alan O'Flynn, and found the net via the crossbar. It was pandemonium on the pitch as the entire Cobh bench finished up in a huge pile on top of O'Flynn, but with fifteen minutes still to go there was plenty of work to do.

Old Church Park - Packed To The Rafters

Greystones threw men forward but the goal really knocked the stuffing out of them and they struggled to create anything of note. Three minutes of added time prolonged the agony for Cobh but the final whistle eventually arrived and history had been made.

Like many others I swarmed onto the pitch (for photographic reasons!) and watched the celebrations close hand. A date with Liffey United beckons, this was dreamland for little Cobh.

Driving back to Cork, the local radio reported the game as the lead story on the sports news, this was a huge moment for the town of Cobh, and was I glad I'd made the decision to witness it. Cobh Ramblers did indeed win the competition in 1983 as a senior side prior to entering the professional ranks. I wouldn't bet against the Wanderers completing a unique double.

I'll be watching from afar, but I suspect the town will be empty that day when every man, woman and child heads up to Dublin. It'll be a grand old day out, I wish them well!

Celebrations

Waterford Crystal

Waterford  2  Athlone Town  1

League of Ireland First Division

When you think of Irish Club Football, it's easy to let your thoughts drift towards the Shamrock Rovers side that made the headlines in the late Seventies and early Eighties. They certainly set their stall out to become a major player in European football under the Kilcoyne family regime.

Some would argue as well that the current Dundalk side that has won three titles in a row, along with a run in the Europa League that resulted in the group stages being reached, are up there as well, and possibly even on the verge of eclipsing Rovers as the best club team the emerald isle has produced. They certainly have cash in the bank to build.

However, if you go back to the late Sixties and early Seventies, one team dominated Irish domestic football and that was Waterford FC. Numerous league titles, Cup wins and glory days in Europe playing the likes of Celtic and Manchester United were par for the course. Life at Kilcohan Park was good, but leaner times would then lead to bad times.

A name change with the suffix 'United' being added took place in 1982, and the club rehoused to the newly built Regional Sports Centre (RSC) on the outskirts of town, away from Kilcohan which still stands as a Greyhound Stadium. Thrice they went down but came back up again, in 1990, 1998 and 2003.

A further relegation to the First Division took place in 2007, and since then it's been pretty much doom and gloom. I visited two years ago to see a game against Galway and I doubt there were many more than 300 in the ground. The future was looking pretty bleak with talk of serious financial concerns.

However, a new season saw a new owner in the shape of former Swindon Town Chairman Lee Power, and a reversion back to the original name of Waterford FC. Hope sprang eternal, with a new management team and a better financial footing, they were installed as one of the favourites to take the title and promotion to the level where by rights, they should be competing if history and size of the town is anything to go by.

Crowds are flocking back to to the RSC, over 1600 were at last weeks game against Cobh Ramblers, while tonight's game against an Athlone Town side that have been rumoured to be in financial straights themselves, attracted 1932 through the turnstiles. I'm not sure when Waterford last saw gates of this size, but probably not regularly since the heady days when honours were being competed for.

The drive from Cork was a steady hour and forty five minutes, and no trip to Waterford is the same without a trip round the impressive Waterford Crystal factory. Being Good Friday it was a dry day in the Republic, not a lager could be had anywhere, and to be fair it wasn't easy finding anywhere open for food. Parking at the RSC was fine given the plethora of Industrial and Retail outlets nearby that had closed for the day, and what struck me upon sitting in the spacious main stand was the atmosphere and the buzz around the club. It does feel as though the good times may be returning to Port Lairge in a footballing sense.

A Packed Main Stand

Waterford played some nice, incisive football but visiting Athlone after a stuttering start, also started to get into their rhythm, and while not a spectacular half of football, it was absorbing and not without quality.

Waterford took the lead just after the interval when Mark O'Sullivan forced the ball over the line, and then a long ball over the top just after the hour saw O'Sullivan out muscle the centre half and slot the ball past the visiting goalkeeper. It was a neat finish considering the front man looked to have been fouled and was heading for the deck when he made contact with the ball.

Christophe Rodrigues pulled a goal back almost moments later with a well placed shot, and then it looked like disaster for Waterford when they gave away a penalty five minutes later, but Connor Barry's effort was saved by Matthew Connor. Waterford hung on and cemented their place at the top of the league, and as we left, the singing from the main stand at the RSC could be heard well after the final whistle.

The journey back to Cork was devoid of any aggravation, the roads were empty (just like the pubs), but our fridge in the hotel room was well stocked. It had been a long old day, but a great one all the same.

There is talk that this is the last year of the Good Friday alcohol ban, it might also be the last year of the First Division for Waterford FC. They'll be celebrating with a drink no doubt. on both counts, in a carefully crafted crystal glass mind........

Looking Out Across The RSC

Casually Corinthian

College Corinthians  0  Avondale United  0

Munster Senior League Premier Division

The eagerly awaited family holiday to Cork was not something I was going to let pass me by when it came to football, but it didn't prove to be that simple.

This was going to be our third trip to the Rebel County in recent years, and to be fair, on past visits I've been able to get my fix with trips to the like of Cork City and Cobh Ramblers, but this time round neither were playing at home during the seven night stay, so I had to think a bit broader about what to do.

The Munster Senior League sits below the League of Ireland, with many of it's top clubs having proud histories, both in terms of league honours, Cup runs and indeed producing players that have gone on to play at the highest level, Roy Keane being a great example.

The fixtures tend to arrive by weekly tranches though, so it wasn't until a few days prior to flying that I had any idea who was at home, but on the basis the vast majority of clubs are in the Cork area, once I'd got the details nothing was going to be out of reach given we had a car.

The original plan suited me perfectly, University College Cork were at home to Cobh Wanderers on the Tuesday night, but on Monday afternoon I spotted it had been postponed which was a shame as the Mardyke ground was one I really wanted to go to, and it was only a ten minute walk from our hotel!

The Business End of Castletreasure

Nothing else was happening on the Tuesday so I decided to switch my attentions to Wednesday, and it was then that I spotted College Corinthians were at home. The other problem with the league is that the name of the club doesn't always give much away in terms of locations. College Corinthians is an example of this, so I had to dig around a little to find out a bit about them.

They sat second in the league behind UCC, which is bizarre because it turns out that the Corinthians are the club for former students of UCC, so academia is certainly turning out good footballers it appears. I also found out that they played on the very Southern edge of Cork, to the East of the airport and from where we were staying, a twenty minute drive.

Getting to the wonderfully named Castletreasure ground proved slightly trickier than I expected. Heavy traffic on the South Ring reduced things to crawling pace, and then once down the slip road towards the Douglas Shopping Centre, the queues to get round the roundabout and through the lights were not great. However, once negotiated it was a straightforward uphill climb to the ground.

Sat high up overlooking the City, the ground comprised of an artificial pitch that was being used by the junior sides, a training pitch, and the main pitch to the bottom of the complex. A dressing room building and a club room were the focal point but in terms of refreshments it was a van outside doing warm drinks and chocolate.

And They're Off!

A crowd of around 40 assembled to watch mid-table Avondale United thwart the hosts at every juncture. Corinthians looked the sharper of the two teams but lacked a cutting edge in the final third of the field, 0-0 did look a good bet early on in the game and to be fair came as no surprise.

That said, it was a very entertaining game, and always held the attention. Avondale will probably be the happier of the two sides with a point, while the Corinthians will probably feel somewhat frustrated. The standard impressed me, Munster Senior League sides have caused the odd upset in the FAI Cup against League of Ireland teams, and you could see why.

The journey back was far more straightforward, and as I walked into the bar at the River Lee Hotel in Cork, a pint was waiting for me at the table. Life doesn't get much better does it?

Match Action

The Undercard

Sheffield Bankers  1  Davy  1

Sheffield & Hallamshire County Senior League - First Division

It was a slightly strange experience watching football today.

I picked this game out a couple of weeks ago, on the basis that the Bankers have moved this season from their former home at Hillsborough College, to the somewhat more aesthetic surroundings of Hillsborough Park, less than quarter of a mile away as the crow flies.

However, I had some nagging doubts about it happening though, for reasons that ultimately turned out to be unfounded. Firstly, because the Bankers have from time to time this season reverted back to the College for seemingly unknown reasons, and secondly because Sheffield Wednesday were playing Newcastle United at 5.30pm and I wasn't sure how much of an impact that would have, notably on the logistics such as parking.

We're All Wednesday Aren't We?

Parking wasn't an issue, or at least it shouldn't have been. I ended up driving up Hawkesley Road to the car park, to find it was only accessible from one direction due to some bollards, the opposite way to which I was travelling it appeared. So that meant a detour up past Wednesday's ground and right round the edges of the park. It was 2pm, and still three and a half hours before kick off, but the crowds were milling about. I made my way down Middlewood Road to the Hillsborough Tap, and the pubs all around the area were filling up nicely on a beautiful day. The Police too were out in force, the away following was expected to be large. The pub signs all said 'Home Fans Only', but they let me in, a rogue Ram!

Fifteen minutes before the undercard event took place at the Hillsborough Park Arena, I made my way back and wandered through the main entrance of the building that sits above the football pitch. I have to say I was both surprised and impressed with what I found. A smart interior, a cracking bar area and a catering area. I really wasn't expecting that, to be honest I was expecting a municipal style changing facility at best, but how wrong can you be. Sky TV was also dragging them in, but I did wonder if all of the facilities would be available on a Wednesday away day?

Doing A Roaring Trade

It was full of Wednesday fans as you would expect, and many had gathered on the terrace outside to watch the Bankers game, although to be honest they were only half paying attention to it, much of the time it was just chatter about the Owls chances of making the play offs.

Neither side is doing particularly well in the league, Davy will finish in a relegation place, Bankers will be fine. But to be fair, it was a pretty even first half with the home side scoring first before Davy equalised with a penalty that was neatly dispatched in front of the Wednesday-ites.

For the second half I made my way from behind the goal onto the grass bank that rose up towards the end of the side nearest the park entrance. I wasn't alone on here, more and more Wednesday fans were starting to turn up to watch, I would have said 100 or so clad in blue and white were by now downing pints either on the terrace or on the bank. This was the strange bit, for me this was the main event, for them this was the meaningless warm up. As the second half wore on, more and more fans could be seen streaming through the park to Hillsborough, the atmosphere was building and the mood excitable.

View From The Terrace

No more goals came in the second period, although it was the Bankers who had the better chances. The hosts will probably feel they should have won it.

I had to weave my way through the crowds as I drove carefully down Middlewood Road and out onto Penistone Road, it was 45 minutes until kick off, you could sense the anticipation all around. Yet, I was driving away, and it felt a bit wrong in a strange kind of way, like I was missing out on something. I care little for either Wednesday or the Geordies, but having spent the afternoon witnessing the atmosphere and the build up, it didn't feel quite right not being at the game.

Wednesday won 2-1, not that it really matters to me in the grand scheme of things, I found the little gem that is the Hillsborough Park Arena!

A Quiet Place In Bustling Hillsborough

Charm Offensive

Renishaw Rangers  3  Sheffield Medics  7

Sheffield & Hallamshire County Senior League - Second Division South

My mate Steve is not a happy man!

It all came to a head in October, he'd been to watch a County Senior League game somewhere in Barnsley, I think it may have been Euroglaze, and he'd got absolutely saturated in the process. Wetter than wet apparently, to the point where his own body was taking in water. In fact, if he couldn't swim, he probably would have drowned, he was that wet.......

Naturally I got to hear about this, and to be fair he'd been grumbling about the league since the start of the season when it came to light that an unusually large number of teams had been admitted after the demise of the South Yorkshire Amateur League. While he would probably have preferred trotting off to Wessex for his footy, the completist in him was nagging him to stay local and venture to locations that in all fairness, he'd probably played on in his youth, but as we all know, that doesn't count in this game!

But, the crunch point came when within a matter of days of the soggy Euroglaze debacle, it came to light that they were moving grounds mid-season, he phoned me up....

"F****** County Senior, that can f*** Off for a start, And while you are at it you can add those t**** from the Midlands Regional Alliance as well, and believe me if the Staffordshire start to f*** about, and for that matter the West Midlands, then they can b******* . Oh, and you can add the Wrexham Area t**** to the list while you are at it."

The rant was a classic, even by Steve's standards this was an epic, and knowing him as I do, a Yorkshireman through and through, he wasn't going to change his mind in a hurry.

Forget the Midlands Regional Alliance, that was done, the writing was on the wall following some Punjab United related incident, but I did feel I could get him back onside with the County Senior, however it wasn't going to be easy, and I had to be very strategic about how I did it.

It would all come down to what Silly Season had to offer.

Whispish Clouds Over Clowne Sports Centre

The fixtures were out nice and early, so as we conversed, I slipped the odd one in, like a trip to Brinsworth or a jaunt to Grimethorpe. I sought his advice, his expertise even, massaged his ego if you like, but I had a plan.

When I noted that Renishaw Rangers were at home, again, I dropped it in, talked about how close to home it was, about a local pub we could frequent, how we could have a catch up, and then bingo...

"I think I'll join you at that one....."

One thing I didn't need at this delicate juncture was any kind of balls up. So in a diligent fashion I set about my research. I emailed the Secretary to check we had the date, the time and the venue correct, which we had thanks to Mrs Baxter's swift and detailed reply. I also double checked directions and parking, I could not afford any slip ups. I relayed the information, he was still coming.

I even made a point of arriving at the ground an hour and a half before kick off to check the game was on, and for that matter, making sure we had a back up game close by in a worst case scenario. I'd not had to work this hard since I tried to get the missus to an Anglesey League game (I failed on that occasion).

It's Just A Goal To The Left......

We had an initial wobble though, it turns out he got to the ground just after I'd arrived and decided to make some enquiries in reception, only to be told that no one had any record of a Renishaw Rangers game taking place that night! It could easily have gone pear shaped at that juncture, but I got to him before he got to his car, we were ok........

The Angel Inn was large, spacious and the staff chatty, he was a happy man, and so was I, it was a pub for Christ's sake, what's not to like! We chewed the fat, had the usual banter, and just hoped the forthcoming event would pass off to his satisfaction.

Renishaw Rangers are a new club to the County Senior League, as are the Doctors and Nurses from Sheffield Medics for that matter. Rangers did start the season playing at a school in Spinkhill, which is a small village close to Renishaw itself, but then it came to notice a couple of months back that they had moved to Clowne. It's a good job Steve had not already been to Spinkhill to be fair, that would have put the tin hat on my plan.

Rangers are struggling though, they sat bottom, while Medics were top. It could have been very one sided, and while the scoreline might suggest that, it was actually quite an open encounter with both sides creating plenty of chances, it's just that Medics created a fair few more and managed to hit the target a fair few times as well.

The pitch to the rear of the sports centre was neither roped nor railed, and despite it being a clear night, and having had a quick half time changeover, it was pretty dark by the time the game finished. But it had been a really entertaining spectacle, and I for one thoroughly enjoyed it.

Did Steve though? Well yes he did, and you know what, he came out with the following...

"I think I might do Sheffield Bankers next Wednesday......."

When we found out at the start of the season that they too had moved grounds, but, were flitting between the old and the new depending on the weather, he used a word that wasn't 'Bankers' to describe them, but it sounded an awful lot like it.

What could possibly go wrong I wondered to myself....?

....And Then A Step To.....Hang On....!

Uncharted Territory

Springhead  1  Dukinfield Town  1

Manchester Football League - Premier Division

At the start of every season I make a list of clubs to visit, in fact I make several lists, starting with 'must do', to the 'almost certainly will do', onto the 'will definitely try to' before the final list which is 'might get round to if nothing else comes and gets in the way'

The Manchester League usually starts somewhere between the second and third category, before actually in reality falling almost exclusively into the final bracket, and ultimately the sum total of clubs visited varies between zero and zero!

This has been going on now for over ten years, and in the meantime other leagues have been and gone (ticked off if you like) while the Manc League has remained uncharted territory. So what is it that keeps stopping me from making the leap of faith?

Why Would You Not?

Geography is a starting point, because living in Belper, and while Manchester is not a ridiculous distance away, it is to be brutal, a ballache of a journey, whichever way you go, and there are plenty of alternatives. I typically go to Buxton and then choose the remainder depending on the mood, I might go Stockport, I might go Glossop, I might go Wilmslow, but trust me, there will be jams, tractors, diversions, lorries, cyclists, sheep, and of course bad weather.

It's cold and it rains in Manchester, which I can live with, but the route to and from can often result in snow and that in turn leads to closures. This isn't exclusive to the harshest of Winter months I might add, it can be snowy 'on the tops' even if it's bright sunshine down at relative sea level!

Then you've got the M60, which is God's way of redressing the balance in terms of us laughing on a continual basis at those Southern types on the M25. He succeeded, it's a shit of a road, and you really cannot plan a journey effectively when you're gambling on what unforeseen chaotic incident might be about to side swipe you from out of left field.

Do you see now why I have avoided it? Nothing personal like, I'm sure Elton Vale, Hindsford and Dukinfield are great places and great clubs, while the people involved with Manchester Gregorians, Royton Town and East Manchester are I'm quite sure truly wonderful people. Very simply, I cannot, or could not, be arsed with it!

Not Arsed - Really? It's a Bar....

However, I made a vow that when we got to silly season (when the clocks changed and the early kick off's start), I would make every effort to get to some games. I've got three planned in before now and the end of the season, and to ease myself in gently, I chose Springhead, a club only 35 miles from Sheffield, only an hour away timing wise, and a club that from a location point of view is almost in West Yorkshire (the village was once part of West Riding).

It all seemed fine journey wise, until I got to Holmfirth, and then it went wrong, about 45 minutes wrong as I moved something in the region of 250 yards in all that time! Luckily once out the other side of the town, I was quickly high up 'on the tops' before eventually dropping down into Springhead and into the car park at the St Johns Street ground.

It was one of the longest 35 miles I'd driven in quite some time, but scenic all the same. And while you've barely left Yorkshire as you enter Springhead, a huge sign saying 'Welcome to Lancashire' makes it quite clear which rose county you are in.

The ground at Springhead is a railed affair on three sides, has a lengthways slope from top to bottom (could a slope go any other way?), and the clubhouse and dressing room complex sits on the corner flag of the road side. The clubhouse was a very nice affair, and very welcoming too, and on a pleasant evening it wasn't the worst view you'll see as you look South towards Mossley and Stalybridge.

The game was tight, 1-0 at half time, the goal arriving just before the interval when a cross-cum-shot found the back of the net to give the hosts the lead. It started to drop cold, not snowing to be fair, but cold all the same, and with five minutes to go I decided to watch the rest of the game from the warmth of my car which was parked behind the goal. It's a new car, and I got distracted while trying to programme the sat nav for the journey home, I looked up to see Sprinhead kicking off, and then seconds later the full time whistle blew. Turns out Dukinfield had equalised with the last kick of the game, and I'd not seen it.......

Moral of the story? Don't get in the car until the whistle has blown....or, just accept the fact that me and the Manchester League are destined never to make true friends.

No, I liked Springhead, it was friendly, it was a pleasant setting and it had a real traditional feel about it. Like any relationship you have to work at it at, and sometimes it isn't love at first sight. I feel another date is going to be essential.

Remember though, it's Red Roses in this part of the Country.......but then again I don't do flowers, Mrs Hatt will confirm that!

Manchester - So Much To Answer For

Brassed Off

Grimethorpe Sports  3  Wickersley  1

Sheffield & Hallamshire County Senior League - First Division

Some days from your childhood stand out more than others, the 12th of December 1987 being one of them.

From the age of eleven, up until turning sixteen, I spent virtually every Saturday of the football season travelling the length and breadth of the Northern Counties East League. It wasn't a bad existence, and especially so in 1985 when I got to see my team, Belper Town, lift the league title. With Dad being the Secretary, I got to both see and hear some of the internal machinations of what running a semi-professional football club was all about.

Two and a half years after winning the league, things had taken a turn for the worse at Belper, the club were in a financial mess, and on the pitch under then manager Geoff Clarence, it was not looking great.

On that fateful day just prior to Christmas, the once mighty Nailers were to make their first ever visit to Cemetery Road to play newly promoted Grimethorpe Miners Welfare. It was a shocking performance, and the 3-1 defeat did not tell the true story of the sheer ineptitude, the dreadful indiscipline and the downright mess the club was now in. I remember the Chairman's words after the game "Belper Town should not be losing football matches at Grimethorpe..." The post-mortem in the car on the way back was memorable, I think it was the first time I'd been party to a discussion that ultimately lead to a phone call that lead to a sacking!

Cemetery Road - Falling Down

I also remember Grimethorpe the village, and if you recall we are talking a period just after the Miners Strike. The place was hit very hard indeed, rioting took place and the Police became the enemy, then in 1994 it was declared to be the poorest village in the UK, and among the poorest in Europe. Crime and drug abuse became chronically prevalent and unemployment rose to above 50%, with a large proportion of the residents registered as disabled, caused by the mining industry itself. 

Out of all of this came a shining light, the Grimethorpe Colliery Band. Without doubt the most famous band of it's type in the Country, it scored an incredible 99 out of 100 points to take first place in the National Brass Band Championships at the Royal Albert Hall in October 1992. Ironically just four days after the pit closed it's gates for the final time. The Miners worst fears coming to fruition.

The story made it's way to the screen. 'Brassed Off' starring Pete Postlethwaite, Stephen Tompkinson, Tara Fitzgerald and Ewan McGregor, was based on the story of the closure of Grimethorpe Colliery and the impact upon both the community and the band. Set in the thinly veiled 'Grimley', and filmed in Grimethorpe, it was a dark and at times tragic tail, but also a story of hope.

Once Proud....

I've not set foot in Grimethorpe since that day in December 1987, so almost 30 years later I decided to go back. It meant a detour though, because Grimethorpe Sports (a new club) no longer play at Cemetery Road, they play in nearby Shafton. When I drove through the busy streets of the village and pulled up alongside the football ground, I could see why, derelict and overgrown, with the large 'White City' estate overlooking it, it looked a sorry sight. It was a strange feeling though, because as an innocent teenager you simply have no idea of what was going on in the background. As you can probably appreciate, us posh types from Belper were perhaps somewhat disparaging about Grimethorpe, but when you start to peel back and look what was happening to the village and it's people, you can't help but feel sorrow, but, with the benefit of hindsight, huge respect. I cannot begin to imagine what life was like, and continues to be like. For some, it was too much, they decided to end it when it became unbearable.

Grimethorpe Sports sit in a promotion place in the First Division of the County Senior League, and look well placed to return to Step 7 football, the level the Miners Welfare team were playing at before they folded. Playing now in Shafton, the pitch is roped down one side and sits behind the Working Men's Club, I called in for a pint, half a dozen locals were in watching the racing on TV, the debate was about how much footballers earn compared to the working man.

Shafton Welfare Park - It's Not Cemetery Road!

The first half of the game was a tight affair, with few chances created, but it was fellow promotion chasers Wickersley who took the lead just after half time with a well placed shot. Backed by a small but vociferous (and well oiled) bunch of supporters, Grimethorpe pressed forward and grabbed a deserved equaliser from close range.

A well taken effort from the edge of the box made it 2-1, and then as the game moved into injury time, a third goal came although from where I was standing it did look suspiciously offside.

The bandwagon rolls on, but I guess to make the journey complete, a promotion combined with a return to their home village would be the ideal. Grimethorpe has been regenerated over recent years, but while industry and some jobs have returned, it seems sporting facilities have not, Cemetery Road, despite at one stage last season being used temporarily by Worsbrough Bridge, appears to be dying a slow death.

Some would argue it died in October 1992.

The End?