Monthly Archive for August, 2008

Good, Bad, and Ugly at Boro for Stoke

Middlesbrough v Stoke C64 style

A few evenings ago Sergio Leone’s epic western The Good, The Bad and the Ugly got another airing on television and having shamefully never seen it before I sat through it gripped by the drama, tension, and suspense created by the supreme performances of the cast. Unlike that film today’s match at Middlesbrough will not be hailed as a classic. Indeed it may have lacked real drama, or at times real quality, but it contained real grit, personal and collective battles all over the park, brought tense and heart-stopping moments to the watching thousands, and had a few twists along the way. In short it at times it was good, bad and ugly. Sadly it was also ultimately fruitless for Stoke.

Life has a habit of occasionally throwing up some strange coincidences, and the more spiritually minded of folk might actually see them as fate or a meaningful sign. Today as Leeds Stokie Paddy and I travelled along the A168 towards Teesside I had such a moment. Pulling into a Little Chef services for the obligatory toilet stop, BBC Radio 2 were playing XTC’s 1979 hit Making plans for Nigel. I grinned as I sauntered past a coach load of boisterous large Stokies stationed outside taking a smoke break, adorned with red and white stripes, tatoos and expressions you wouldn’t mess with. Having relieved my aching bladder I pulled open the toilets door to be face to face with BBC Radio Stoke’s stalwart matchday commentator Nigel Johnson! Somewhat taken aback I could not contain myself, flashing the City legend a huge beaming smile and bursting out with “It’s the main man himself, Nigel Johnson!” Nigel instantly returned the smile, patted me on the shoulder and replied “Alright mate?” If he hadn’t looked in such a hurry to acquaint himself with the porcelain, and I’d have had more composure, I might have engaged him in conversation about Stoke’s prospects. But I was too gobsmacked and hurried back to the car to tell Paddy. I hadn’t made any plans for Nigel but there he was. Surely a good sign?

Middlesbrough navigation turned out to be a breeze. The Zetland long stay car park near the railway station offering all day parking for £1 was easy to find, if a little strange to encounter a huge mountain of sand on the approach, not the sort of thing I was expecting from the town centre if I’m entirely honest. But Middlesbrough is in transition. Parts are to be frank a dump, unattractive with the clear signs of declining industry. Yet parts are vibrant and forward looking, promoting itself with a marketing campaign - Love Middlesbrough, cool place, warm people. The town centre was about 5 minutes stroll away and to pass the time until kick off we escaped the shopping hoardes and visited MIMA (Insitute of Modern Art) for a bit of culture. Having witnessed Eric Bainbridge’s apparent obession with fur and old MFI wardrobes in his exhibition Forward thinking 1978-2008, Paddy and I tucked into suitably artistic sandwiches in the Insitute’s cafe. Humous and sundried tomato in Middlesbrough? Astonishing.

I can’t recall ever wandering across a railway level crossing on my way to a football match before, but our route to the Riverside Stadium past an industrial estate ticked that eventuality off the list. Having collected our tickets we met with a Boro supporting former colleague of mine for pre-match pleasantries and predictions next to the old Ayresome Park gates which form the entrance to the Riverside’s reception area. It was then time to blend in with the home support in the East Stand and turn our attention to the main event.

The first 35 minutes were good for Stoke City. Tony Pulis stuck with the side that beat Aston Villa 3-2, and maybe unsurprisingly after that win the visitors started off brightly and confidently, something that is becoming a pleasing habit. Middlesbrough v Stoke programmeThere was no sense of awe and Stoke’s no nonsense approach and hard work clearly shook Middlesbrough forcing them into rushed and wasteful play, the repeated loss of possession producing groans from the home supporters. The Potters made use of freekicks, corners, and Delap’s long throws in the early exchanges to put the home side under pressure without being truly threatening. Griffin’s long punt into the box caused confusion when the Middlesbrough keeper flapped at it, but the ball would not fall kindly and was cleared before Delap closed in. At the other end Middlesbrough exposed Stoke’s defensive frailties on 11 minutes when Alves got between Griffin and Cort to head a cross from O’Neil narrowly wide. Stoke almost contrived to give away a calamitous goal on 20 minutes when a Sorensen clearance barely left the penalty area and fell to a surprised Abdoulaye Faye who lost possession putting Leon Cort in a real mess. Cort slipped allowing the ball to run to Alves who also tumbled with a clear chance on goal, but his team mate Shawky did manage to fire in a shot, luckily straight at Sorensen who gratefully gathered. Stoke still pressed and Fuller sent a couple of efforts wide, a Lawrence freekick was scrambled wide by Turnbull in the home goal and Delap had a shot blocked after Olofinjana had mopped up a loose ball.

However an ugly moment altered the course of the game on 35 minutes. Amdy Faye’s attempted tackle on Shawky just outside the Stoke box was intended to be simply hard and I’m sure was free of malice, but two feet came of the ground and connected with the player’s ankle. It left referee Mike Dean little choice and the red card was rapidly pulled from his back pocket and displayed to the distraught Faye. The Stoke midfielder hung around for few moments to offer his hand of apology to Shawky before trudging dejectedly off for an early bath. It became a double whammy seconds later as Alves curled home a beautiful goal from the resulting freekick, Sorensen helplessly rooted to the spot and left looking on in almost admiration. The ground errupted, the tension melted away, and Stoke could only rue a minute of madness undoing their previous good work. There was still time for nerves though when Fuller went on an incredible run, zigzagging his way into the box from the right wing, nutmegging Pogatetz in the process, before stumbling over and hoping for more than Mike Dean’s eventual disinterest in the challenge.

HT Middlesbrough 1 Stoke City 0, and I was sure the old fella to my left was also a Stoke fan who’d sneaked into the home stand

One could fear the worst for ten men Stoke in the second half, as Middlesbrough would have the extra space to use their pace and skill to get behind the defence to produce a hatful of goals. As it turned out that’s what should have happened but by a combination of luck, gritty defending, poor finishing, and good saves it didn’t occur. Downing had an early shot deflected, then sent a powerful effort just wide of the post. On 57 minutes Tuncay latched on to a pull back but looped it over when he seemed certain to score. Sorensen had to beat away a Downing shot and make another save in the resulting melee on 63 minutes. Moments later Stoke conceded a dubious penalty when Olofinjana was judged to have pushed over Alves who went over very easily. Downing stepped up to put the contest beyond Stoke with a second goal, but incredibly thumped a poor effort against the bar with Sorensen slumped on the ground. It was a huge let off for Stoke and they were amazingly still in the game.

Sorensen’s goal was living a charmed life under almost constant pressure by now, and Aliadiere left the defence in his wake down the right to cut the ball back for Tuncay who would have surely scored, but his effort was deflected just wide by the lunge of Cort. After all their misses it was possible to believe that it wasn’t going to be Middlesbrough’s day and Stoke might pop up with an unlikely or lucky goal to snaffle something they scarely deserved. I’d barely finished offering this opinion to Paddy (who had been thinking the same thing it transpired), when Stoke did exactly that and scored completely against the run of play on 71 minutes. Substitute Wilkinson drove forward into the Middlesbrough half, passed it to Lawrence on the right wing, and he scampered forward until in line with the penalty spot before whipping over a cross to the back post. From where we sat Kitson appeared to arrive with stumbled kung fu kick to messily force the ball into the net from inside the six yard box. However having seen it from another angle the ginger striker’s presence was enough to pester debutant defender Hoyte enough to bump it into his own net. Whoever got the final touch it sent the two thousand strong Stoke contingent behind the goal absolutely beserk, flinging themselves about the stand in wild celebration. I managed a stiffled punch by my leg and looked on wishing I could be in one of the best “mentals” I’d seen since ooooh last week’s winner against Aston Villa ;-)

Stunned Middlesbrough pressed again as Tuncay got in a couple of shots, and Alves forced a wonderful diving save from Sorensen before he made way for Mido on 76 minutes as manager Gareth Southgate looked for the win that really should have been a foregone conclusion. Stoke were putting in great defensive effort at this stage to hold back the onslaught and hang on for a precious and unlikely point. I was just thinking that four points from a possible nine wasn’t a bad start to the season when disaster struck and the home side did get a deserved winner on 85 minutes, although bad luck and a bad mistake played a key role. Wilkinson did well to dispossess Downing on the edge of the box but as he advanced he showed the inexperience of youth, swiftly losing it again allowing Middlesbrough another stab. The cross from the left fell to Digard who hit a poor shot but Wilkinson was coming back after tracking Downing to the corner, resulting in Tuncay being played onside when the skewed ball fell kindly to his feet. Tuncay controlled it well and calmly planted the ball into the net from about 12 yards out. It was hard on Stoke but no more than the home side deserved after dominating the second half and creating a plethora of chances. Stoke did manage a corner a couple of minutes later which got the away fans excited one last time, but it came to nothing and there was nothing left in the way of escape acts as the home side ran down the clock fairly comfortably. Stoke City’s good stuff like the first half domination and second half determination were undone by an ugly challenge which ultimately ended in a bad result, a defeat.

FT Middlesbrough 2 Stoke City 1, and the fella to my left was indeed a Stoke fan, over from York visiting the ground with two Boro colleagues. I let on we were Stoke too, shook his hand and wished him a safe journey home.

To be fair this wasn’t as bad a result as it might have been. The second half with only ten men allowed the home side to create a large number of decent chances and they might have won by a landslide. The Stoke support were magnificent throughout again, loud and proud, outsinging the home fans for much of the game, with several fine renditions of Delilah. They were rewarded with a scruffy goal which might have merited a point for sheer stubborn resistance and the refusal to give up hope. We can take a lot of heart from this display even if Stoke took no points. Stoke’s play can be ugly at times, but if they can iron out the bad mistakes, augment what they have with a few more quality signings, this might end up being a good season after all.

Nigel Johnson might not have proved to be a lucky omen but it’s amusing that the man featured on the front of the matchday programme actually scored an own goal in Stoke’s favour! A debut he’ll want to forget, as I will want to forget the post match chips which were simply wretched. Almost white, soggy, and largely under-cooked they proved no consolation after the defeat and were not worth the walk back into town after the game. Next time I’ll stick to the humous and sundried tomatoes.

Low cloud base has a silver lining

A planned few days away walking with the lads in Wales over the Bank Holiday were dealt a blow by an unfavourable weather forecast. With cloud coverage set at 100% and the cloud base down to as low as 90 metres on some of our intended peaks, it seemed pointless embarking on traipses that would entail walking through mist right from the car park to the summits. Oatcake No95 March 1994So I stayed at home and started on a much needed “declutter” of the house. Bags of old clothes were washed, ironed and then duly dispatched to Oxfam, old computer equipment went to the recyclers, and mounds of paperwork were sorted away or shredded. (There was time to break off to watch Farsley Celtic beat Blyth Spartans 3-0 in a game that could have seen double that tally for the home side).

The task of tidying up chez moi was in the main arduous and as a dull as a Tony Pulis 0-0 draw. However it did unearth some treasures from the past. First up is Stoke City fanzine Oatcake issue 95 from 12th March 1994 against Nottingham Forest. From Under Lyme to Upon Time - my Oatcake articleWhat makes this issue more significant than the rest of my collection is that it contains my first “published” article, a piece I wrote about a trip to watch Newcastle United with a Geordie friend. Naturally there was a Stoke City link, in this case ex manager, the late Alan Ball. It is reproduced here (left) complete with the Oatcake’s dubious lack of editing. In fact I think they even added some typos! Click on the image for a full sized version. Little did I know back then that it would take so long for Stoke City and Newcastle Utd to meet again in the top flight of English football.

Another treat was finding a small album I put together to commemorate the final league match at the old Victoria Ground when Stoke beat West Bromwich Albion two goals to one on Sunday 4th May 1997. Here are a few snaps from that game including a much younger pair of Leeds Stokies, Paddy and myself stood on the Boothen End after the final whistle. I miss the Victoria Ground despite not witnessing its greatest years. I think the photo of the goal celebration captures the turbulent passion and energy of the place, the drama helped in this case by the looming dark clouds, like a storm brewing and waiting to burst forth. Good to see Pink Panther making an appearance too. ;-)

Stoke freekick v WBA 4th May 1997

Stoke score the winner against WBA 4th May 1997

Boothen End Boys - Andy and Paddy 4th May 1997

I will have to put my new scanner to good use and scan the rest of the album. One day it will no doubt be classed as a study in social history rather than the photos of a daft lad from Stoke, or a welcome break from a weekend of clutter busting.

Villa vanquished by surprising Stoke

Stoke v Villa C64 Style!

Stoke City defied the experts today and if I’m honest totally astonished me too by obtaining a result against Aston Villa that I scarcely believed possible. Having witnessed the defensive frailties at Bolton I feared the worst, unhappily telling colleagues all week that we’d get a footballing lesson from Villa, and that their forward line would run amok against our slow and suspect rearguard. I figured a defeat by at least two clear goals was on the cards and I had genuine fears of four goals flying in at the wrong end. But Stoke produced a memorable display to match the occasion of their first ever Premiership home match in front of a passionate crowd that was given as 27,500.
A full Britannia for the Aston Villa game
Joined by fellow Leeds Stokies Dave and Paddy, the day started well with an uneventful journey followed by home-made soup and North Staffs Oatcakes at my parents’ house in the garden no less. Had Summer arrived?! A planned pre-match pint with some of the Stokies that I’d visited Belgium with sadly didn’t happen, so it was into the ground to soak up the atmosphere rather than beer. We took up position in the South Stand which has been split to allow home fans to sit in what was once entirely the away end. This now meant I had been in every stand in the ground and it was impressive to look out on the Boothen End and the rest of the massive home support from this vantage point high in the South Stand corner.

Stoke manager Tony Pulis had made changes to the side that started at Bolton. Liam Lawrence and Ricardo Fuller both started to give us that extra creative and attacking threat we missed at the Reebok for most of the game. Stoke v Villa and the teams are outThere were debuts for the two Fayes, Amdy replacing Glen Whelan in central midfield alongside Seyi Olofinjana, and Abdoulaye Faye replaced Ryan Shawcross in defence. Carl Dickinson started at Left Back while Richard Cresswell was replaced on the left by Lawrence. On paper it was a stronger side than on the opening day but would it be enough to cancel out Villa’s pace and skill?

Stoke started very brightly, roared on by a noisy home crowd. Most of the first 45 minutes was played in the Aston Villa half, the visitors unsettled by the Potters’ direct and physical play, and in my view were playing well below their capabilities. Rory Delap’s long throw-in routine was utilised regularly to unnerve Villa’s defence, although in the main they had the measure of it and dealt with most of the efforts fairly comfortably. Stoke were industrious and dominated possession without looking really dangerous. At the other end Villa’s chances were limited as Stoke controlled the first half, never giving the away side the chance to settle and get into their stride. They did appear to have a decent claim for a penalty when a rare foray into Stoke’s box saw Olofinjana lean on Agbonlahor and force him over. Referee Mark Halsey was unsighted, peering through a group of players, and he failed to point to the spot. However a few seconds later with 30 minutes on the clock he was awarding a penalty at the other end for Stoke! Delap appeared to be chopped by Villa captain Laursen after some neat work in the box as he attempted to pull the ball back into the danger area. Lawrence stepped up and coolly smote the ball hard and low into the corner just beyond the dive of Friedel who guessed the right way. It was Stoke’s first ever Premiership goal and the place when berserk with incredible scenes of jubilation. With the benefit of a slow motion replay after the game it looked like Delap made a meal of the slightest of clips, but from the stands in real time it looked a certain penalty. Fuller may have added an unlikely second goal just before half-time when he headed a Delap missile just inches wide. The Potters left the pitch to a huge ovation while without a doubt below par Villa trooped off to a half-time rollocking.

HT Stoke City 1 Aston Villa 0, and I decided against another dreadful Britannia cup of tea.

Predictably Aston Villa improved greatly in the second half. Their passing was more incisive, their approach more urgent, and soon Stoke were finding themselves pressed back, dropping deeper in a bid to quell the reinvigorated Villa. The away side’s midfield became more influential as they passed their around Stoke, and used their wide players more effectively than in the first half. There was a sense of inevitability when on 63 minutes John Carew equalised for the visitors. Good approach play culminated in a fine final move, Carew playing the ball into Young who beautifully back-heeled a return-pass allowing the striker to fire across Thomas Sorensen, the ball arrowing into the far corner. At this point Stoke fans would be forgiven for fearing the worst and wondering how many it might become if heads dropped. It was a deserved equaliser and in a quick spell after the goal Villa might have added another as they looked threatening every time they came forward. Gareth Barry was inches away from connecting with Young’s cross to give the visitors the lead. Villa were now dominating the game and their passing and movement had Stoke in forced retreat.

So it was against the run of play when Fuller put Stoke into the lead on 80 minutes. Olofinjana mopped up in midfield, played a ball forward to Lawrence who then slipped in a fine pass for Fuller to chase. A sublime flick on the turn unlocked the defence and the Jamaican powered away from his marker to be able to drill the ball into the far corner from a tight angle. It was something out of the blue from nothing made by the individual skill of Fuller, and it marked Stoke’s best piece of football in the game. The atmosphere had intensified again as the home support sensed an unlikely victory was now possible. Packed Boothen End v Aston VillaBut as the deafening strains of “Delilah” rang round the ground, a silly free-kick was given away in midfield just two minutes later and while the delivery was poor, the napping Stoke defence allowed Laursen to squeeze home from close range. The goal strangled the “Delilah” mid-flow and once again the harsh lesson at Bolton of mistakes being punished at this level had been unheeded.

By now I think the majority of Stoke fans would have settled for a point to remove the risk of conceding a late Villa winner. However in a final piece of drama it was Stoke who stole all three points. Mamady Sidibe, who had replaced Kitson on 76 minutes, sent the home fans wild when deep into injury time he got his head to a Delap throw-in hurled from the left. The big striker didn’t seem to know much about it as he had his back to goal in a crowd of players and merely thrust back his head. It was enough to send the ball into the net and the Stokies in the stands daft on delirium. It was the last action of the game, the perfect time to score, and the Britannia Stadium rocked like Stoke City had won the cup never mind a game.

FT Stoke City 3 Aston Villa 2, and I needed sweet tea for the shock!

Overall it was a very good display from Stoke City with lots of positives. A totally unexpected result and scoreline to be fair. It was a deserved win despite Villa bossing much of the second half and playing the better football during that time. However Stoke played the ball on the ground far more in this game, a few frustrating hopeful punts into the channels littered a game that saw more passing football than Stoke are usually credited with. There were impressive debuts for Faye and Faye, particularly Abdoulaye with his “thou shall not pass” dominance of whoever bore down on him, mixed with an ability to bring the ball out of defence. He also seemed to bring the best out of Cort, while Amdy Faye linked up well with Olofinjana, who also showed some good touches and much promise. The whole team worked hard for each other and showed great character to look for a winner. With Lawrence and Fuller in the side we look more threatening and the wonderful individual skill of Fuller fashioned a goal when I was beginning to question Stoke’s attacking threat and worried about having another goal in the side. When the ball was played on the ground Stoke looked better for it, showing they can pass the ball if they want to, the holding on to possession assisting the first half dominance over Villa. Some minor negatives are the tendency to rely heavily on Delap’s monster throws (about 10 throws produced a couple of clear chances, one leading to a goal), the use of hopeful punts into the channels to no one, and a few occasions of giving the ball away through sloppy passes or being out-muscled. We still sit too deep at times, and the defence is still not as tight as it should be. But it would be churlish to criticise that overall performance after such a great result. It was a huge improvement on last week and Villa are a better side than Bolton. There was encouragement for the future, and much cheer for the next week! Plenty to build on, and it instils hope for the season. With displays like that a trip to the Britannia might not be the pushover and easy three points that opponents might think. Well done Stoke!

Before heading back to Leeds we bumped into Oatcake Fanzine legend Old Stokie, the delight of the win producing a hearty hug from the City stalwart. There was even praise for Pulis from one of his biggest critics. As Old Stokie sauntered off to find his lift home, we made our way towards a celebratory bag of chips in Smithpool Road before the Padmobile made its way back north to Leeds. What a day, what a shock, what a result, what a fine bag of chips too. ;-) Hoarse but happy.

Wanderers’ wake up call for Potters

Bolton 3 Stoke 1 in C64 style

Well as I’d pretty much expected, Stoke City got a stark lesson today about how the Premiership poses a real step up in quality even when faced by fairly ordinary opposition. Many Stoke fans saw the trip to Bolton Wanderers as an ideal opportunity to pick up a point or even better, grab a win. Wanderers’ narrow escape from relegation last season and the physical style favoured by their manager Gary Megson was considered good reason for Stoke venturing to Lancashire with genuine optimism. But after the ninety minutes were up Stoke were given a clear sign of what a battle lies ahead of them if they are to avoid the drop back into the Championship.

Fellow Leeds Stokie Paddy and I set off today full of a mixture of excitement and trepidation, and in Paddy’s case, full of potent painkillers for a bad back. What might have been a journey full of rapid chatter was rather subdued, my travelling companion feeling rather queasy from the medication. Indeed his first act to mark arriving at our first Premiership away ground was to to unleash a “pavement pizza” into the shrubbery. Maybe it was a comment on my driving, or a portent of what was to come during the match. Parked up and feeling perkier we joined the throngs of supporters making their way to the impressive Reebok Stadium.

As the teams came out the first thing that annoyed me was our yellow away kit. There was no clash with Bolton’s kit so why not wear the famous red and white stripes to mark our return to the top flight? Plus as style guru Paddy correctly pointed out, the yellow shirt clashed horribly with striker Dave Kitson’s ginger hair. ;-) Injuries meant Stoke fielded a weakened side (well even weaker than the best weak side we’d have hoped to put out), key absentees being the creative force of striker Ricardo Fuller and midfielder Liam Lawrence who both started on the bench. It seemed an odd team selection playing Full Backs Andy Wilkinson and Andy Griffin on their opposite sides, but that’s Tony Pulis for you, the master of playing people out of position.

However Stoke City made a bright start even if the game did not. I felt in the first 20 minutes or so Stoke edged a physical contest that was far from pretty, too many aimless hoofs, up-and-unders, and bouts of head tennis from both sides. But Stoke didn’t seem overawed. The two banks of four of defence and midfield held up the home side and the Bolton fans around us were getting frustrated and a bit worried. Stoke might have taken the lead when a freekick by Glenn Whelan was met by the head of Leon Cort, but Jaaskelainen produced a fine stop from close range. However as the half wore on Bolton started to play more on the ground and that’s when Stoke looked a bit more stretched, and the two banks of four were less effective as the home team passed around them with increasing ease.

Any hope of taking something from the game evaporated in the last 15 minutes of the first half. Bolton’s first goal was spectacular but a fluke, when on 34 minutes Steinsson chested down a fine crossfield ball on the right of Stoke’s area. The right-back volleyed over a cross, which swerved on its way over a stranded Thomas Sorensen and into the far top corner of Stoke’s net.
My main moan is that he had time and space to whack it from out there. Our whole team at this point was dropping deeper and deeper with Kitson feeding off scraps. Stoke don’t tend to press much, they sit back and let opponents come to them. It might work and frustrate in the Championship but not at this level. Bolton’s second goal on 41 minutes was a combination of poor defending and some quality from Kevin Davies the striker, holding off Ryan Shawcross and Wilkinson and backflicking a header home from a looped freekick by Cahill. The Potters desperately needed half-time to regroup, but conceded again two minutes into injury time after giving away a free-kick on the left around 30 yards out. Joey O’Brien’s delivery was met by the unmarked new siginging Johan Elmander, who powered a header past the helpless Sorensen. It was just poor defending, I think Shawcross just let his man run in unmarked. It was also stark proof if anyone needed it that you get punished severely at this level for any mistakes.

HT Bolton Wanderers 3 Stoke City 0, and I managed to resist the half time potato, cheese and butter pie.

During the second half Bolton let their foot off the gas but still had chances to extend their lead, a mistake from Wilkinson slipping up and letting the Wanderers man dance clear was nearly punished by Elmander on 49 minutes. It took a goal line clearance too by Kitson to prevent a fourth Bolton goal on 75 minutes. Stoke looked at lot better when Lawrence and Fuller came on as subsitutes, more threatening, and you’d expect the duo to be in the usual starting side, which might have made a difference to the result of the game if they had started. Indeed Fuller got himself on the scoresheet and into the record books when he grabbed a goal four minutes into injury time. Substitute Carl Dickinson looked up on the left before swinging over a fine cross which picked out Fuller’s run, allowing the Jamaican to plant a powerful header past Jaaskelainen from 12 yards.

FT Bolton Wanderers 3 Stoke City 1, and wish I’d had that pie at half time.

Positives: the last gasp goal meant the players go off remembering that rather than a 3-nil defeat which will give them a boost and raise their spirits. It’s something to take into the next game, and it was a good goal too. For large parts of the game Stoke matched Bolton in the physical stakes, and looked threatening from set pieces. The Stoke fans were magnificent as well. I thought Kitson worked hard with meagre support, and even got back to clear off the line to prevent a Bolton fourth. It’s the opening game and we will learn with experience. It might wake people up about the task in hand and be more realistic about Stoke’s actual quality.

Negatives: a side like Bolton, who we targeted as a realistic hope of getting a result against, were fairly ordinary but still had too much quality for Stoke making them pay for errors. The defence is a big worry and the Full Back selection was a mystery. Stoke lack pace and creativity. Stoke’s banks of four could be left chasing shadows too easily after the initial 20 minutes, not the quelling force they could be in the Championship. The football wasn’t very pretty, and sadly ultimately not effective either. Stoke need a left-sided midfielder too as Cresswell is not that man.

I’m no fan of Stoke manager Tony Pulis and his adopted style of football, and it will win few plaudits in this division. Nor am I keen on his persona or dress sense! (I’ve never understood why he turns up in a flash suit then changes into a cap, tracksuit and his trademark bright white trainers for the game. He looks more like a twocker than a Premiership manager). But I’m a pragmatist and I have some sympathy when he says it is hard to bring in players to improve the squad. Today he could not pick the best 11 due to injuries too. My concern is that we do need strengthening throughout the side and whatever the reasons if we don’t bring in some quality we will struggle badly. Let us see what some new faces do to the team, but I think it might be a long hard season if today’s match is anything to go by. I dread to think what will happen when we encounter a team with pace and skill throughout the side.

Just before we headed off for the M61 motorway we met up with Norwich-based Stokie Stephen Foster and his son to “compare notes” on the match. He advised us of an astonishing Guardian newspaper article where Pulis advocates the return of National Service for Britain’s youth, a view that makes me like him even less, if that is indeed possible. One final tale of the unexpected was being collared by an Evening Sentinel journalist for our opinions of the match. He filmed a brief interview with us that might make it on to the paper’s website. We were unable to muster much enthusiasm, though at least I managed to refrain from uttering my frank and profane view on Pulis until off camera! ;-)

To complete a miserable day, Farsley Celtic lost 2-3 at home, and FCV Dender lost 1-3 at home to Standard Liege. Seems like it’s a day for threes.

Here we go, here we go, here we go!

Bolton v Stoke in C64 stylee!Well the waiting is over, the excitement is mounting, and Stoke City’s first match in the top flight for 23 years is a few hours away. I’m going over to Bolton tomorrow to cheer on the Potters in their first ever Premiership clash. Stoke have made two more signings today, no relation but both called Faye and both are Senegalese internationals, one a defender the other a defensive midfielder. Given the limited number of signings made so far, they are welcome, if very late additions.

Obviously I’ll be cheering Stoke on and hoping they get off to a good start in what will be a massive test over the coming season. But the realist in me is very worried. The new signings tally now stands at five. However we propped up a thin squad last season with loan players and remarkably got by with a collection of hard-working average Championship players peppered with a few quality individuals who could muster a bit of skill occasionally. I estimated we ended the last season with about three lower table Premiership quality players. With the new faces I’d say that number was now seven or eight. It’s still not enough and we may pay dearly for it. Stoke cannot rely on the loan system to bail them out of trouble this season, and the Premiership is a huge step up from the very average Championship they were promoted from. Tony Pulis’ teams are typically well organised, physical and stick to a well rehearsed game plan that favours functionality over flair. But his trademark solid defence had too many cracks last season, and these concerns have not yet been addressed. Now faced with faster and more skillful opponents I fear the worst.

Some Stoke fans will leap on this as negative “doom-mongering”, but I love my football club and think the concerns are valid and needed to be debated. A healthy dose of realism is needed, and supporting a football club involves both praise when due and criticism when merited. If supporters think something is not good enough for their beloved club then they should make their voices heard. Tony Pulis will receive a justifiable extended honeymoon period from the fans following our promotion. I am often a critic of Pulis, no great fan of his style or approach, nor his persona for that matter and have been frustrated by the slow arrival of desperately needed new signings. Yet I want him to succeed, because that is for the good of Stoke City. My head says were are favourites for relegation but my heart has to believe otherwise. The Premiership may expose all the limitations I suspect Pulis has, or he might rise to new levels and surprise us all. As the season transpires Pulis may prove woefully inadequate, and I will not be shy about voicing my criticism, even fury. However for now it is time to pull together, cheer on the lads in Red ‘n’ White and wish the whole club the best of luck for the coming season. I think we might need it!

Goaaarrrnn you rip-roaring Potters!!

Full steam ahead

Forty years ago today Britain said goodbye to steam on its railways, or so it thought. Jubilee Class 5690 Leander at Ulverston 9th Aug 2008As part of the modernisation of the railway network in the 1960s, August 1968 was to mark the end of steam haulage and with it close the chapter on 139 years of history. When the rail network was nationalised in 1948 the newly formed British Railways inherited 20,102 steam locomotives. Phased withdrawal took place as locomotives got to the end of their natural working life and many were cut up at works that had once built them, but it is estimated that over 7,000 were liquidated in private scrapyards between 1958 and 1969. That equates to around two million tons of metal, most of which found its way to UK furnaces. However a large quantity was shipped to Japan possibly to later return as Nissan and Honda cars! The final locomotives to succumb to the cutter’s torch were three LMS “Black Fives” at Draper’s Yard in Hull. Apart from around 270 or so that survived into preservation, Dai Woodham’s Yard in Barry assisting the majority of escapees (213), the entire steam fleet of 16,000 locomotives had been eliminated in a little over ten years. The world of railways had not witnessed a cull like that before nor has it since. (*)

While steam was meant to die 40 years ago it is still going strong on heritage lines all over the country. Furthermore the privatisation of the network has allowed popular “steam special” charter trips over the mainlines. One group of enthusiasts have raised £2 million to build a LNER A1 locomotive from scratch. From the same stable as the famous Flying Scotsman A3 locomotive, and the A4 Mallard, no examples of the A1 Peppercorn class survived into preservation. LNER A4 Class 60007 Sir Nigel Gresley, Grosmont NYMR December 2007Very soon Tornado will roll out of the works and be seen on the mainlines, a tribute to the determination and hard work of a set of enthusiasts, and engineering skills that Britain thought it had long lost. So why does steam still enjoy great popularity and produce such sentimentality? Is it just nostalgia, or is there more to it than that? Surely in these days of global warming and climate change the burning of large quantities of fossil fuels is not something to be encouraged? One could argue there’s no place for sentimentality and when the final fires died down in August 1968 that should have marked the end of steam for good.

However I find myself in a muddle of contradictions. My environmentalist credentials come under close scrutiny when it comes to steam. I should tut, shake my head in disgust, point out the damage it does, toe the Friends of the Earth party line and be wholly opposed to it. But I’m not. I can’t help it, I admit it, I love steam. The smell, the sound, even the filth, bits of soot in my hair. While I accept that it is not desirable or practical to have maintained 16,000 locomotives in daily use, and I accept the withdrawal of steam traction was necessary, I am not going to wage war against 200 odd preserved examples especially when less than half will be in steam at any one point in time. Many are still in scrapyard condition awaiting the funds to restore them to working condition. 48173 - a forlorn but saved LMS Class 8F, Cheddleton February 2008Their contribution to CO2 emissions and global warming are not going to come anywhere close to the efforts of Britain’s millions of cars. Steam locomotives give a tangible link to the past, they are a living piece of history; in a time when we hardly manufacture anything in this country, they herald engineering feats we were once rightfully proud of. Steam locomotives help demonstrate tasks and duties now alien to us, highly labour intensive they once provided thousands of jobs. Unlike their replacements which could go at the press of a starter button, steam locomotives could take several hours to raise steam, and fires were keep going throughout the night to enable them to be ready for duty at any given time. Boilers need water, levels must be watched, steam pressure has to be kept in check, and fires must not be allowed to die. That’s a lot of care and attention. (Even the shed at Stoke had 90 steam locomotives in the early 1960s). No wonder they have been likened to living beasts with their own personalities. I once watched Union of South Africa (another LNER A4 class like the famous record breaking Mallard) being “put to bed” in sidings at York Railway Museum after a rail tour. The fireman was dropping the fire, essentially removing the still glowing embers of the firebox into a small skip on wheels. The locomotive sighed “haaarrrrh” rhythmically every few seconds, sounding like a very relaxed Darth Vader, giving the impression it was actually breathing.

Nostalgia plays a part in my story, and maybe a few genes! Both my father and grandfather worked on the railways. As a child we had no car and used the free passes British Rail staff received to travel by train to all our holiday destinations. There was no going abroad in those days. My earliest happiest memories include making sandcastles on the beach at Goodrington Sands in South Devon watching immaculate steam trains on the Paignton and Dartmouth heritage railway work hard along the embankment alongside the sands, climbing the steep bank to Churston. I was hooked and it started a lifetime of fascination with steam. Roll forward thirty years and by chance I recently became an active enthusiast myself. On one of my many stays in Coniston in the Lake District I learned of a small preserved railway in the grounds of a local house. I went to investigate and was stunned to find an extensive 7¼ inch gauge railway complete with working signals, signal boxes, and steam locomotives. It has been the life work of the owner, an elderly retired Major. So I donned my overalls and have since attended several maintenance and running days, becoming part of the small band of volunteers who give rides to locals in the know. I still pinch myself when I think I have learnt to raise steam, fire, and drive a real steam locomotive. It maybe a fraction of the size of its mainline counterparts, but all the principles and controls are the same. You cannot afford to take your eyes of it, the safety valves lift at 100 psi, and if the boiler runs dry there will be a large and devastating bang! “My” locomotive Holywath came to Coniston in January 1954, but had done twenty years service on Cleethorpes Pier before that. She’s a delicate old lass and needs treating with great care.

5690 Leander south of Ulverston 9th Aug 2008I was in Coniston this weekend for a maintenance day. The routine usually is a walk on Saturday, stay over at my favourite B&B, a 17th Century farmhouse, and then a day of graft on the railway turning my hand to whatever needs fixing. But this Saturday the weather was vile, heavy rain made walking unappealing, so I broke my journey at Carnforth hoping to visit “Steamtown” and see the exhibits in the old MPD (Motive Power Depot) or engine shed to you and me. Carnforth was one of the final three sheds housing the last 88 steam locomotives operating in August 1968, so a fitting place to visit on the anniversary. I’d been as a kid so felt the need to wallow in more nostalgia. Shame it was shut! Has been for ages, only opening for special gala events. However I did learn that a regular steam special from Carnforth to Ravenglass in the western Lake District was under way and if I hurried I might catch a glimpse of it. My timing was perfect, snapping Leander (a LMS Jubilee class) arriving at Ulverston station, and it waited there long enough for me to hurtle down some country lanes to find a good spot on a bridge for photographs. 154 Holywath under repair 10th August 2008154 HolywathMy duties this weekend included cleaning soot out of the tubes and smokeboxes, back-breaking stuff even at the smaller scale. We also made repairs to Holywath, so I had the added bonus of taking her up the line for a test run. Living proof that steam goes on, and still has many admirers forty years after its supposed demise.

(*) Figures from “A passion for steam” by Patrick Whitehouse & David St John Thomas

Breakfast with Boskamp but no Dender goal feast

The previous afternoon’s meeting with Johan Boskamp was not the end of the FCV Dender experience. Johan had kindly invited me to return later in the day with fellow Leeds Stokie, Dave aka The Goat Major who was returning that evening from a stint in Sweden. Unfortunately we left it too late to visit that night, so Johan told us to turn up in the morning. We arrived at the hotel just as the Boss Man was sauntering in for breakfast and told us to join him at his table with Patrick Asselman, Dender’s Manager and other members of the coaching team. Johan declared he slept “like a block” until someone set the fire alarm off in the early hours. It wasn’t too early for a joke though as one of his assistants brought him some pills to take with his breakfast. “Ah my Viagra” he said with a grin as those around the table burst out laughing. One nice touch was that every member of the team coming down to breakfast shook hands with the people at our table including Dave and myself even though they had no clue who we were.

We were allowed to hang around with FCV Dender until the coach came to take them to Elland Road, Patrick asking me to take some photographs for the club website as they brought neither an official cameraman or even a camera with them. Bossie works on his teamJohan set about drawing up plans of his teams and formations so we left him to it. However a shout and whistle across the bar from one of his coaching staff trying to attract my attention to get me to take a photo brought a furious response from the irate Boskamp, shouting back what sounded like “Hey this isn’t a football field now”. Any one who thought Boskamp was just a jovial clown best think again. When he’s at work he’s deadly serious, focussed, a disciplinarian and well organised. I’d wandered over to look at his team selections and said wryly “But there’s no room for Mama Sidibe in there”. I got an unamused grunt for a reply, so sidled away sharpish to leave him to it. As Dender departed we were invited to meet post-match behind the scenes in the changing rooms. After a pub lunch with two of Dave’s maniac mates at The Fenton pub near the University for a blast from the past, we all set off for the stadium and took our seats in the massive East Stand.

FCV Dender clearly suffered from leaving five key players behind, three due to visa issues, the other two being injured. They lined up in a 4-3-3 formation with centre forward Norman Sylla playing pretty much as a left winger, likewise for his team mate on the right leaving a large but slow target man in the centre in the form of Van den Eede. To be honest it never really worked. FCV Dender looked sluggish and disappointing in the first half, overrun in midfield and lacking potency upfront. Eraly on their keeper made three very good saves to prevent what looked certain goals. Brassed off BossieMartinovic’s brilliant one-handed save flicked Robinson’s rising shot over the crossbar with 17 minutes gone and a weak clearance which laid the ball to the feet of Beckford required a frantic block from Siebe Blondelle to prevent an opening goal which eventually came, three minutes later. Robert Snodgrass’ free-kick from the right wing was worked into the centre of Dender’s box with the help of Showunmi’s strength and Huntington arrived in space to drive a low finish past Martinovic.

This setback didn’t seem to raise Dender from their slumbers, but merely encouraged Leeds further. With 28 minutes gone Snodgrass aimed a corner into a crowd of players and Marques dispatched a simple header into the bottom of the net as the defence stood and watched. Leeds’ third goal arrived on 34 minutes, effectively ending the tie. Showunmi played in Beckford, who floored Dender’s keeper with a quick shuffle of the feet to clip home a tidy finish with some poise. Dender somehow reached the interval without sustaining further damage, in fact, they nearly scored when confusion between ‘keeper Casper Ankergren and former Stoke loanee Frazer Richardson, saw Sylla steer a lob past an empty net. Dender no doubt trudged off to a half time rollocking from the stern looking Boskamp.

However Dender scored within 10 minutes of the restart. Sylla collected a long ball on the left to run infield before driving a low shot against Ankergren, the rebound falling nicely for Van den Eede to curl a low finish into an empty net. Leeds might have been punished again were it not for a wasteful finish on the hour from Sylla, who chipped the ball over the bar with only Ankergren to beat. Leeds Utd fourth goalA plethora of substitutions by Gary McAllister dampened the tempo of the game, allowing Dender’s young replacements to express themselves and raise the team’s overall performance. It was rather unexpected and against the run of play when Leeds wrapped up the game four minutes from time, Huntington rising to head home a fourth goal from former Stoke City player Peter Sweeney’s corner. It had been a disappointing display from Dender, and didn’t bode well for post-match joviality from Bossie!

Leeds United: Ankergren, Richardson (Bayly 56), Marques (Michalik 56), Huntington, Sheehan, Snodgrass (Douglas 62), Prutton (Gardner 62), Howson (Sweeney 62), Robinson (Delph 62), Showunmi, Beckford (Parker 65). Subs (not used): Lucas, Martin.

FCV Dender: Martinovic, Deflandre, Filipovic, De Petter, Van den Eede, Wiggers (De Pever 46), Destorme (Jacobs 46), Neva, Sylla, Blondelle, Barbe (Copel 74). Subs (not used): Berthelin, Degroote, Vanderbiest, Wittesaele.

Dave and I blagged our way into the reception area of the banqueting suite, finding ourselves amidst Leeds’ souvenirs of better times (Billy Bremner’s shirt and all that), and waited patiently to see whether Johan would allow us “back stage”. Evidently the post match post mortem was not for our eyes or ears. What seemed an age passed and players started to leave for the coach. Patrick Asselman invited us to join them at the hotel but we were off to the wedding party of another Leeds Stokie, the Padster of Farsley. So it was one last shake of the huge hand of Johan, a quick autograph, a big thank you for all his hospitality, and we were off. I did get a final photograph alongside the very polite Norman Sylla, who on another day might have scored a hat-trick. All in all a very memorable weekend. Many thanks Johan, best of luck for the coming season.

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The Boss Man

By some strange twist of fate this weekend Leeds United play Belgian side FCV Dender in a pre-season friendly. Leeds were due to play Lokeren but they pulled out and Dender stepped in. Why should this interest me? FCV Dender are managed by former Stoke City manager Johan Boskamp. Andy meets Johan BoskampIn April a collection of mad Stokies went to Brussels for a weekend of drink, culture and football. The football element was listening via webcast to Stoke City’s big game which might have led to promotion, and a trip to FCV Dender to see them play in an equally big match. Their win that evening secured another season in the Belgian top flight against all the odds and to defy all the “experts”. After that game we met Johan and were treated to hospitality in the players’ lounge. Unfortunately it was brief meeting and one arranged for the next day never materialised.

Today on a whim I thought I might try to met up with “Bossie” again, cursing myself for not sorting something sooner. An email to FCV Dender brought nowt. A call to Leeds Utd was equally useless. So I thought I’d be cheeky and text Johan a “welcome to Leeds message”, never expecting a reply. Much to my amazement Johan rang me back very shortly to say they had just arrived at the hotel and I was welcome to meet up before or after the game. By chance the hotel is outside the city centre and only five minutes walk from my work place. It was lunchtime, and working on the premise that “shy bairns get nowt” I set off with my camera to see if I could speak to the Boss Man. I found him eating lunch. Rather than being annoyed by the interruption he invited me to sit down and join him and the team. I spent a very amusing fifty minutes with him before I had to return to work. I’ve been invited to bring some other Leeds Stokies over to see him later today or tomorrow. For all other Stokies Johan has a message for you (below). Top guy, the Boss. Approachable, friendly, funny and by his own admission, totally crazy! A very memorable afternoon. Thanks Johan.

Johan Boskamp message to Stoke Fans