16/01/18 Review: Mansfield Town vs Cardiff City

Mansfield Town 1-4 Cardiff City (FA Cup Third Round Replay)

One Call Stadium

A welcome to 2018 for Pint of Football saw me make a return to Nottinghamshire and after a ride through Staffordshire and Derbyshire I was taken back to the part of the country where I saw my last FA Cup bout. Although there were similarities in the chilly conditions, passionate fans and goals flying in, this trip to Mansfield Town's One Call Stadium offered a much different experience to November's First Round match at Meadow Lane with Notts County and Bristol Rovers. Unlike the previously mentioned tie, this encounter was likely to offer a clear favourite and despite their poor goalless draw at home to the evening's League Two promotion hopefuls they would go into this one feeling confident after notching four at the weekend against free-falling Sunderland- but nobody obviously told the hosts, as they seemed well up for this match which could have seen them rewarded with a mouth-watering home draw with Manchester City, who awaited the winners of this match. My pre-match prediction today was for a 0-2 win to the Welsh visitors from two divisions above.

Here we go again- new year, new ground

Despite enduring a fairly laborious drive to Mansfield, I soon forgot my woes when I parked up and followed a group of rowdy supporters towards the ground with plenty of time to grab my ticket from the office before entering. With queues in every direction from the burger van, ticket office, turnstile, bars and toilets, you instantly got the feel that the FA Cup tie was in full-swing and although it was bordering on freezing outside, nobody cared because they were all wrapped up and ready for the big game. When I managed to get into the Ian Greaves Upper Stand, I made my way straight over to grab a pukka pie and beer meal deal and savagely demolished the two before taking the walk out into the seating area with just moments before kick-off. First impression of the ground was very good, with the three-stand stadium looking pretty jammed. Over to my right was the Quarry Lane End looking pretty full with well over a thousand of the home faithful, meanwhile in the North Stand on the left, Welsh flags were waving and an intimidating posse of Cardiff fans sang aloud as their team entered the field- and directly across from me was a wall of advertising boards and the metal shed on top, housing the film crew and presumably some other media reps. Although this particular feature was a bit of an eye-sore for the few thousand of us in the Main Stand, the noise from my left and also around me meant we were in for a proper battle and this was put into perspective when the seemingly subdued pensions I was sat with decided to start joining in with many of the anti-Welsh chants. Cardiff absorbed the first couple of rounds which included the English national anthem and a few of the usual references to what the Bluebirds fans may or may not get up to with sheep, but once a solid chant of "England, England, Englaaaaaand" was in full-swing, the vocally capable North Stand responded with "are shit, are shit, are shiiiiiiiiiit!" and with that, pleasantries had been exchanged for the time being and it was time to focus on the action on the pitch.

Game on!

Cardiff's line-up looked strong and was full of international experience with the likes Jazz Richards, Wales player who featured at the impressive EURO's campaign in 2016, starting alongside Scottish international Callum Paterson and Danish former U21 striker Kenneth Zohore- with additional inspiration on the bench from Nathaniel Mendez-Laing and Omar Bogle if needed. There was also a place for Canadian speed demon Junior Hoilett too, who I have admired since his time as a Premier League goal-getter with Blackburn Rovers and more recently at QPR. For Mansfield it was an expected first eleven which included former Rochdale lads Conrad Logan and Rhys Bennett, as well as lone-striker Danny Rose and former Scotland U21 Alex MacDonald. Paul Anderson, who years ago my Dad touted to be the next big England player after following his progress at Liverpool's youth team, was also taking up his place on the right-wing. The game kicked-off dot on 7:45pm and although this game wouldn't prove to be as famous as the tie against Liverpool back in 2013, when the then National League side lost out 1-2 after goals from a debuting Daniel Sturridge and a Luis Suarez strike, it would sure to be one to treasure if they could knock out the 3rd placed team in England's second tier and secure a home-tie with the soon-to-be crowned Champions of the Premier League. The match started fairly evenly and as I joined in with all possible MTFC chants (which are great to be involved with as a Macc Town fan!) the home side actually seemed likely to try and grab an early initiative, and following 10 minutes without a chance, it would be Joel Byrom who had a pop first.

The lime green Cardiff side certainly weren't going to get a walkover

With 52 places separating the sides domestically, Cardiff City eventually carved their own attacking move and in the 15th minute it could have been 0-1 but for Zohore's inability on this occasion to find his feet- in the end Logan calmly gathered it from the Dane's toes. This near-chance wasn't going to be a one-off for the visitors and aside from a characteristically wound-up looking Neil Warnock sauntering about, the away fans seemed to sense the goals would eventually come- and at the other end Mansfield had a chance of their own when Malvind Benning saw a clever set-piece cut across to him, only for him to just set his effort just off target. This chance would prove to be a costly miss and as the Bluebirds surged forward again they this time won a corner that would lead to the opening goal. Some dreadful and lifeless defending culminated in Logan flapping the ball haphazardly, meaning that Bruno Ecuele Manga could stab the ball home. Mansfield 0-1 Cardiff. With 34 minutes gone it was now the time to see what the hosts were made of and I think the next 60 seconds answered that for me. Danny Rose, who had been invisible so far, soon saw the chance to draw the leveller after a good cross evaded everyone but the poacher, who confidently slotted home his 13th of the season. Mansfield 1-1 Cardiff. As you were, lads. 1-1 at Half-Time.

2 Degrees by this point- a bit nippy!

With the crowds flooding to the limited beer supplies, I spent the break having a wander around the Ian Greaves Stand and taking in the mass of yellow and blue painted concrete- it is true that the One Call wasn't quite as pretty as some of the grounds I'd been to this season and it certainly didn't have the views that Darby Way in Bishop's Lydeard offered, but to be fair what Football League ground does? Anyway, enough reminiscing, it was time to get back out there for some more goals.

Half of the home fans were still waiting for their pies by the looks of it

With the crowds flooding to the limited beer supplies, I spent the break having a wander around the Ian Greaves Stand and taking in the mass of yellow and blue painted concrete- it is true that the One Call wasn't quite as pretty as some of the grounds I'd been to this season and it certainly didn't have the views that Darby Way in Bishop's Lydeard offered, but to be fair what Football League ground does? Anyway, enough reminiscing, it was time to get back out there for some more goals at my 18th of the 92. As with the first-half, Mansfield showed glances of looking like a side capable of holding their own, but unfortunately this would not remain the case as time elapsed. The side began to tire and as some would have predicted the floodgates would soon open for Cardiff City's pacey outfit. Junior Hoilett had ran the show on both wings throughout and when Patterson gave him the chance from close-range, he finished with ease to restore the away side's lead and give the Welsh travellers a big reason to roar from the away end. Mansfield 1-2 Cardiff. "Two-one, to the sheep shaggers" was the chosen chant from the visiting section, who didn't have to wait too long for the security goal and fourth of the evening. My main critique of the home side was a lack of movement at the back and it seemed as though this, mixed with a resistance to clearing the ball quickly, had been picked up by Warnock and crew as this time Republic of Ireland International Anthony Pilkington prodded home and killed off the Cup dreams of the Stags. Mansfield 1-3 Cardiff. At this stage in proceedings I saw a man dressed in vast amounts of winter-wear assisted by security guards leave the ground and I remember thinking to myself at the time, it's cold, but not that cold. Turns out the cold-fearing patron for the evening was in fact the one and only Mr Guardiola, scouting out his next FA Cup opponents, and not just your average fan who can't hack the weather.

It's a shame he didn't stick a round, I'd bought him a pie and a pint

With Pep now gone the match came towards the end and with that we saw the likes of Greg Halford and Omar Bogle brought on to see things through, but this didn't stop the boisterous old gits around me giving out verbal encouragement to the lads and as they pushed for a goal at one end, they soon fell flat-footed at the other- more statuesque defending watched as Bogle brought the ball down for Hoilett who scored goal of the game with his second, a well-hit half-volley from just outside the box. Mansfield 1-4 Cardiff. Five would have been harsh on the League Two outfit but with a couple of counter-attacks been launched it could have been the case, but in the end enough was enough and Referee Mr Eltringham ended the game with the Bluebirds taking the leap into the next round. It is unlikely that the Cardiff lads will replicate the success of the Cup Final run in 2008, but with a glamour tie against Man City they will at least look forward to testing their credentials against a side who they will hope to join in the Premier League next season. As for Mansfield, the aim will be to get back to winning ways as they host 16th place Cheltenham Town in a League Two fixture that could see them rise as high as 3rd or as low as 10th. And finally, for me, the fixtures are hopefully to come thick and fast after a quiet couple of months- I aim to do an U18 match between Stoke and Man United on Saturday morning, before crawling up the M6 to Fylde in search of an away day with my beloved Silkmen.... aka the real MTFC.

100 Grounds Down- The Pint of Football Story... SO FAR!

100 Grounds Down- The Pint of Football Story... SO FAR!

Now that I've made it to 100 grounds, I have decided to do an almighty review of the best bits to date. Within my opening century there have been a large variety of stadiums taken in from up and down the country, as well as in Ireland, Scotland and Spain. From checking out the country's top grounds such as Wembley and Old Trafford, to many a local non-league venture and plenty of away days as a Macclesfield Town fan, I really have been lucky in my love of groundhopping. Within this summary, I'm going to share the lowdown on my first ground visit at the start of the decade, before attempting to reveal a bit about my favourite ten trips to some really great places. This "Pint of Football Top Ten" list is based on many factors such as match day experience, match entertainment, the fans on display and of course the quality of the ground itself. So without further delay, I hope you enjoy reading the recap of how my love of the beautiful game has blossomed into a borderline obsession for standing in the elements looking at rickety pieces of terraced stands and dodgy pieces of footballing hilarity.

Let Me Tell You About My 1st Time

Back in 2010, before the groundhopping concept of 'Pint of Football' was even alive, I moved away from my hometown in East Yorkshire in pursuit of a degree in Stoke-on-Trent. It was during the first visit of fellow Flamborian Will that we decided we would make the most of being in the Midlands and so we headed on over to Stoke train station to see where the day would take us. Knowing that we had two options locally, Macc vs Burton or Crewe vs Vale, we took the advice of the ticket salesman who said that he wouldn't recommend Gresty Road- how different things could have been. To cut a long-story short, we made the trip to Moss Rose and it was on that fateful afternoon that we would fall in love with the Silkmen. A thrilling encounter saw Hamza Bencherif, now a sixth-tier defender with York City, score a brilliant double to give Macc the three points and on my first trip to a live game (excluding the many grounds I've played at back in Bridlington and surrounding area) I was well and truly hooked.

*Disclaimer- I have excluded Moss Rose from my 'PoF Top Ten', because it would obviously be number 1!

Let Me Tell You About My 5th Time

Skip forward to 2013 and as my time at Uni came to an end I was lucky enough to be offered free tickets to the FA Cup Semi-Final bout between Millwall and Wigan Athletic. Having been to only four Football League grounds over three years, in the shape of Moss Rose, Hull City's KC Stadium, Stoke City's Britannia Stadium and Roots Hall in Southend, it seems obvious that my first experience of our national stadium sits long in the memory and is a great way to start off my "PoF Top Ten". Then Premier League Wigan Athletic took down Millwall on this occasion but ultimately the thing that made the match special for me was the fact that I sat in the luxurious "Club Wembley" seats just behind the goal. True enough the other Semi-Final bout between Chelsea and Man City would have been a more thrilling encounter to behold, but just the feeling of walking out into the stadium was enough of a thrill for me and I have been lucky enough to be able to soak in that same atmosphere on three more occasions for a couple of Non-League Finals Days and also a Conference Playoff Final between Bristol Rovers and Grimsby Town. My latest visit to Wembley was the most emotionally draining, as I watched my own Silkmen lose a very tense game to York City in the FA Trophy Final- but that still won't stop it from sitting high in all my all-time faves list.

Let Me Tell You About My 13th Time

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In 2015 I decided to follow in the footsteps of my good friend and fellow football fanatic Tom, aka 'Partizan Bristle', in writing a groundhopping Blog in an attempt to offer a humorous but fair view on my trips to grounds. I got the inspiration to start up Blogging whilst at my seventh ground, Estadi de Son Moix in Mallorca, and I often tell people about the thrills and spills of that day in Palma. Was it not for laziness I would have started up my 'Pint of Football' career at my eighth ground as I went to Crewe Alex's Gresty Road for a weird International Friendly fixture between Qatar and Northern Ireland, but after missing out on a write-up of this 1-1 draw, I finally decided to take the plunge and did my first entry at ground number 9- Palmerston Park. I started off the 2015/16 Season by checking off some local grounds such as Vale Park and the Wood Park Stadium in Alsager, but it wasn't until my debut trip to The Novus Stadium that I got into my real stride. To some folk this will seem like an odd inclusion to my "PoF Top Ten", but I think that most hoppers will agree that there is always that one local ground that you love for some unexplained reason. For me Kidsgrove Athletic's home is that ground for me and with the scene set for my first of many Evo-Stik First Division South venues, I still don't think I've come across a better one since. Hosting a friendly filling of fans, a cosy and atmospheric bar, I took in the Kidsgrove air and saw the hosts dominate their West Midlands opposition. On the field the Grove boasted big names at this level, with Ant Malbon and Nick Wellecomme playing very well, but for me the equally memorable Cliff and Bry sat beside me in the stand made the evening a thrilling one. It certainly isn't the best ground you'll see in England or even the Non-League pyramid, but this hidden gem has left me keeping an eye on the progress of the Northern Stoke outfit- UP THE GROVE!

Let Me Tell You About My 17th Time

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One of the marvels of watching non-league football is that you may be lucky enough to dig up some ex-Premier League pros and this one truly brought out a couple of beasts from the vault. This game wasn't all about the legendary figures of Deon Burton and Marlon Harewood though and with 'Partizan Bristle' through for the weekend we followed-up our trip to Marston Road, a ground that just missed out on the top ten, by making the trip to Kidderminster for a National League North match between ground-sharing Worcester City and Nuneaton Town. For anyone who hasn't visited Aggborough before, I would certainly put this one in the category of "must see" before Kiddy move out. As well as being a stunning ground for this level, with an immaculate clubhouse and the best food you'll find served from a football ground food hatch, the pitch was also top notch and I'd go as far as to say that I'm amazed anybody would want to leave. Although it wasn't the Harriers in action on the Sunday of our visit, we were still looking forward to seeing how Worcester City would get on at what remains my only National League North fixture so far. The game itself was not the most exciting in terms of footballing mastery, but neither of us will ever forget the entertainment that the game brought thanks to refereeing super-villain Darren Strain. The match official for the day made several ludicrous calls throughout Nuneaton's 1-0 away win and for the only time I can ever recall as a neutral, I actually waited by the tunnel at the end to hurl abuse at the man with the whistle. As a complete match day experience, it is probably easy to get an impression of why Aggborough is in my "PoF Top Ten" and I think the only way I could've improved my opinion of the ground is if I'd sampled one of those luscious pies!

Let Me Tell You About My 19th Time

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There really is nothing better than an FA Cup away day. In any other circumstance, a 500-mile round trip for a 90 minute event would be an unacceptable concept to me, yet there I was on the coach from Moss Rose at 8am heading to Portsmouth in search of one of England's most famous grounds. To say that Pompey have seen it all is an understatement and having gone from Premier League and UEFA Cup highs to League Two lows very quickly, there are thousands of fans from around the country that have managed to tick this one off the grounds list. I remember watching Channel 5's coverage of Portsmouth vs AC Milan a few years ago and since starting my sight-seeing ventures around the grounds I knew I'd have to make it down to Hampshire at some point. Fratton Park may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I was clearly a big fan and there was a lot to admire at this old ground. Just like the city itself, Portsmouth's ground is an old-school blend of historic beauty with grubby undertones and if you add to that a busy crowd then you get the ultimate visiting supporter experience. As three bus loads of Macc fans piled out and made tracks for nearby pubs, I was very glad to eventually find myself in a feisty pub filled with both sets of fans sharing a pint with a full blue complement. As 3pm rolled around we made it in for the main event and although Macc couldn't quite cause the shock we'd hoped for, we couldn't argue with the effort of the lads. Super striker Kris Dennis scored a bit of a fluke for us and Adam McGurk managed 33% of his total goals for Pompey in one match, but ultimately the hosts did enough for a decent win which made the near 6-hour ride back to Macclesfield a disheartened one. Either way though, this ground does go down as a very highly-ranked one in the 'PoF Top Ten'. 

Let Me Tell You About My 28th Time

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When it comes to Salford City there are two prevailing opinions that you are supposed to choose between. You are either a Man U mega fan who thinks the Class of '92 are the salt of the earth, or you are a footballing purest who thinks Giggsy and co. are ruining football at this level. All through my teens I grew up with a dislike of The Red Devils due to the overwhelming amount of "armchair fans" I went to school with, however I was now a grown-up who looks back at the era of Van Nistelrooy, Thierry Henry and Mario Melchiot quite fondly as what I would refer to as "the good old days" of the Premier League. Regardless of which side of the line you fall on, you will no doubt have come across the rise of Salford City and they have even had a TV Series made about their recent successes under the Class of '92. The time that I chose to see them was arguably their greatest and most important match to date, a Playoff Final against Workington, and I am really pleased that I made the effort to go up to see this sell-out game. Gary Neville and Paul Scholes were in attendance for what was my second match that day- with my first featuring Emile Heskey's Bolton Wanderers beating Hull City at the Macron- and although the first match of the day was a Championship tie, this was the real main event. As pictured above, the main stand of Salford's old ground, Moor Lane, was the greatest feature of an otherwise average stadium, but the reason that this one gets into my 'PoF Top Ten' is because of the magnitude of the match and of course the manor in which Salford stole promotion away from the visiting side. Salford valiantly fought-back from a goal down on two occasions, with their second equaliser coming in the 80th minute. Football is often cruel and for Workington it was more than that, with the Ammies grabbing an 89th minute winner and causing amazing scenes to follow. I have since got a bit fed-up with the progress of "the original Billericay" since everyone has joined the bandwagon, but at the time of this visit I was really pleased for the club and glad to have been there to witness what will be a moment in the history books that only those in attendance can claim to be a part of.

Let Me Tell You About My 38th Time

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It is perhaps an obvious choice, but it would be a criminal offence to miss London's oldest ground off the list and with London Bari playing a "home" fixture in the ground that they were renting from the day's away side Clapton, this FA Cup Qualifier was another memorable day out for Pint of Football. For those who have kept up with recent events between the Essex Senior League sides you will know that a lot has changed for both since my August outing last season, with London Bari, formed in 1995, merging with Hackney Wick and Clapton coming under scrutiny for the deteriorating relationship that they have with their "Ultras" following. Thankfully on my trip the Clapton fanbase were in full-force and this added to the character of the Dog, with a 3-1 victory unfolding on the field for the ground owners against their tenants. The ground itself was very rugged, with old café benches behind the goal, only one proper seating area and of course the highlight was "the scaffold stand" which housed the Ultras who crammed into the area like tinned sardines- unlike nowadays where these loyal fans have boycotted the Dog after arguments with the board about their running of the club. The football truly was a secondary feature for me on this day and the thing that kept me entertained throughout was the rough and ready community feeling within the fenced-off surrounds within the ground. Amongst chatting with some of the locals, meeting a couple of club legends and lifelong fans, I also spoke to a few other groundhoppers and even a scout from Norwich United- not City! If people were to ask me why this one features in my top ten, I would struggle to summarise my answer in a way that gives it credit, so instead I would just encourage you to go there and see for yourself why London's oldest is one of its best.

Let Me Tell You About My 46th Time

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When considering what makes a top ground, there are lots of elements to make the perfect trip. As well as the ground itself needing to be memorable, with decent facilities and passionate fans, the match I am overseeing needs to be a classic. So step forward Dundalk's Oriel Park to rise well up the rankings in my favourite ventures to date, as well as being the start of a mahoosive four ground trek for Partizan Bristle and I that featured Solitude, another entry in my top 10, as well as The New Saints' Park Hall and Keys Park in Staffordshire. Having never been to Ireland before, we touched down in Dublin after a drive to Birmingham Airport and then a coach ride to the small northern Republic of Ireland town, Dundalk, ready to see the last game of the Irish Premier League 2016 season as the champs-to-be faced Galway United. At this stage, Dundalk still boasted now Championship players Daryl Horgan and Andy Boyle as well as David McMillan who now plies his trade in the SPL with St.Johnstone, so it's needless to say that we were both eager to see how the final day would pan out at Oriel Park. The highlights for the evening were plentiful and after a dominant display by the Lilywhites, who had also made Irish history with a proud effort in that season's Europa League competition, an injury-time fourth goal for the home team caused a pitch invasion with 4,000 jubilant supporters taking to the field and ending the match prematurely at 4-1. In an attempt to avoid the inevitable rush for the bar, we headed straight in so that I could taste my first ever Guinness before being joined by a mass of Dundalkians all looking to party into the early hours of the morning. The champagne was flowing and the folk we sat with were as crazy as they were friendly, and after lifting the league trophy it was a true night to remember. Oriel Park on the whole was a good ground too, with a rickety main stand that seeped character and had the feel of having seen many great things over the years. Granted, we did pick a particularly great time to visit, but even if you discount the result and the celebrations that followed it, I have to say that this one is a great day out to watch the beautiful game. Oh, and I never even mentioned the Full Irish Breakfast to come on the morning of our departure to Belfast- magnificent!

Let Me Tell You About My 47th Time

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It's not often that you get to visit two of the best grounds you've ever been to in the space of 24 hours, yet that was exactly what we did as Pint of Football and Partizan Bristle continued north from Dundalk over the border to Belfast in search of Northern Ireland's oldest club- Cliftonville. With a fairly substantial hangover, the afternoon began with a bit of hair of the dog in Belfast centre- a much needed pick me up to get us in the spirit for a trip to the rough northern region of the capital. Knowing that this match wouldn't be nearly as well attended as the one we'd seen the night before, we thought it would be nice to head through to Solitude early so that we could take a look around this museum-style venue that has been a home of football since its opening in 1890. We had been given a couple of pre-match warnings about the overly-political nature of fans in this area and that looked to be backed-up by an early sign of heavy-duty armed vehicles patrolling the streets as we hopped off the bus. However, we decided to continue with our plan of mixing with the locals in the clubhouse beforehand and actually felt very welcomed as I'm sure all visitors do who come over to witness the ground. Half of Solitude remains condemned and out of action these days, so we were reduced to sitting in the new Cage End Stand and just had to settle with looking at the old relic of a stand from afar. In terms of football, the game was below average in parts and not too bad in others, as Cliftonville eventually swept past Glenavon with a 3-0 victory in which the Reds never really looked like losing. As with the Old Spotted Dog and a couple of other venues I've been to, it is not the prettiest of grounds and certainly isn't as monumental as the likes of Old Trafford and co, but as I've stated before it was much more of an interesting afternoon than you'd get at the Etihad and other generic looking Premier League grounds, so I was still pretty chuffed to have made the journey over to Ireland to absorb this golden oldie before it is inevitably knocked down.

Let Me Tell You About My 59th Time

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From London, to Ireland and now back to London again for my next Top Ten Ground- Champion Hill, the home of Dulwich Hamlet. This end of February trawl down to the capital would prove to be an outstanding game between my beloved Silkmen and their Isthmian opposition as Hamlet came from two goals down to snatch a replay at the Moss. Although we overcame the Step 7 side and went on to reach the Wembley Final, the toughest part of the run to get there was at the hands of our gritty opponents here at Champion Hill. After driving through to the ground, I was delighted to be mixed in amongst a mass of home and away supporters on an afternoon which saw the ground creep into the top Non-League attendances that weekend, and whilst wandering around the facilities I also treated myself to the most almighty of mighty Bratwursts. Aside from the brilliant food, passion in the stands and amazing game, the ground wasn't half bad either. Deep in the heart of East Dulwich, the 1912 stadium lies opposite a Sainsbury's and in an overall delightfully tranquil part of the Borough of Southwark. Having been renovated in the early 90's, there are still a lot of worn features to the south side terrace and particular attention must be made to the vast amount of football fan stickers and Hamlet graffiti which is left as a stamp on the home that is also shared with Millwall's Ladies team. Since their impressive run last season all has not been well for Dulwich Hamlet off the field, with worries of financial struggles and talk of the ground being closed, but hopefully this hidden gem of non-league football will prevail through tough times and continue to draw one of the highest average attendances at their level. 

Let Me Tell You About My 70th Time

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To complete my ultimate list of grounds so far, we take a look back at my time to the end of 2016/17 and my 70th ground- another Evo-Stik Premier Playoff match that rivalled the great game I'd seen at Salford the season before, which also included Workington! Yes the War Memorial Ground in Stourbridge is truly a great way to round off my list and this footballing and cricket venue is a true classic. Located in the West Midlands, a lot of great memories had been made that season and although everyone will remember Lincoln City and Sutton United's FA Cup runs in the greater scheme, the followers of the lower leagues will argue that the Glassboys had an equally as stunning run that eventually was halted by Adebayo Akinfenwa in a 1-2 defeat to Wycombe Wanderers in the 3rd Round. Just a few months on and the hosts for this match had continued to plough on in the Evo-Stik Premier League and they had been awarded a home-tie against their Cumbrian adversaries. The match seemed to be sewn up as the 90th minute approached with the hosts 2-1 up, but a late Wordsworth goal sent it to Extra Time- talk about tense. Like in the previous season, a game I'd also attended, the hearts of the Workington fans would be re-broken as another 3-2 defeat came in Extra Time and as a neutral it really did put the icing on a delightful slice of footballing cake. 

So... which one was the best?

Now that I've narrowed down my Top Grounds to Ten, it seems that the only thing left to do is rank them in order to complete my search for the best of my first 100. It has been a tough list to compile and I've swapped them about so much, but I feel that I have made the best decision in my ranking.

10. The Novus Stadium- Kidsgrove, Staffordshire.

Evo-Stik First Division South Ground, home of Kidsgrove Athletic
Ground Number 13

9. Aggborough- Kidderminster, Worcestershire.

National League North Ground, home of Kidderminster Harriers

Ground Number 17

8. War Memorial Ground- Stourbridge, West Midlands.

Evo-Stik Premier League Ground, home of Stourbridge

Ground Number 70

7. The Old Spotted Dog- Forest Gate, London.

Essex Senior League Ground, home of Clapton

Ground Number 38

6. Moor Lane- Salford, Greater Manchester.

National League North Ground, home of Salford City

Ground Number 28

5. Solitude- Cliftonville, Belfast (NI).

Northern Irish Premier League Ground, home of Cliftonville

Ground Number 47

4. Fratton Park- Portsmouth, Hampshire.

League One Ground, home of Portsmouth

Ground Number 19

3. Wembley Stadium- Wembley, London.

National Ground, home of England and Tottenham Hotspur

Ground Number 5

2. Champion Hill- East Dulwich, Greater London.

Isthmian Premier League Ground, home of Dulwich Hamlet

Ground Number 59

1. Oriel Park- Dulwich, County Louth (ROI).

Irish Premier League Ground, home of Dundalk

Ground Number 46

30/12/17 Review: Bowers & Pitsea vs Ware

Bowers & Pitsea 0-2 Ware (Bostik First Division North)

Len Salmon Stadium

Exactly a year to the day since my failed expedition to Billericay Town's New Lodge, I was yet again in Essex for the New Year festivities and so I thought I'd have another go at getting to one of the Bostik League's grounds- this time I chose the fairly short hop over to Pitsea, on the border of Basildon, for my final game of 2017.

My 101st Ground

In truth, it will be the journey to and from the ground that shall live as long in the memory as the match itself, but I always maintain that Groundhopping isn't just about the 90 minutes of football on display, with the people, the ground and the many other factors all playing a part- my mate once took a drenching from a water sprinkler and it made an otherwise poor outing a great one. So with the 13:25 train from Leigh-on-Sea taking me to Pitsea, I arrived and mooched over to the Tesco Extra in anticipation of catching the number 5 bus to a place called Wilsner. So far so good. Having stood awaiting the bus with a few Pitsonians I thought I'd ask about the Bowers team, but after chatting with three different people it appeared that nobody actually knew anything about them, even to the extent that the junior bus driver questioned whether Wilsner was the right place for me to be getting off in search of the ground. Alas, I continued to take the ride until I eventually saw a bit of road that looked similar to what I'd seen on Google Maps earlier that day. As documented in a recent trip to Meadow Lane, I tend to make hard work of my public transport adventures due to a lack of botherdness to prepare for the journey, but with luck often on my side I dare say I've missed very little football as a result of it. With almost an hour until kick-off still, I knew that I was in the correct part of town and now just had to wander aimlessly until I saw that delightful nugget also known as a peeking floodlight from over yonder.

At least I could take in the scenery along the way

Having trawled through the graffiti-stained streets of Cliftonville in Belfast and some of the less delightful parts of Manchester I was no stranger to roughing it, but as I found myself roaming around alone and stumbling over bin bags and empty cider bottles on each street corner, I realised that this labyrinth of a council estate could go on forever and so I took temporary sanctuary in a pub on the Tyefields road. The folk in the bar were very friendly and after supping a quick beer, chatting about the mighty Macc Town and gathering information on the Len Salmon Stadium's location, I was again on my way with just under 30 minutes until kick-off. With the direct instructions ingrained in my mind, I soon found myself following a few other fans towards the ground. In an attempt to create a witty ice-breaker for the day I had prepared a humorous conversation starter that I soon found myself using as I approached the entrance. I walked up to the stewards guarding the side-entrance and said "who have you lads got today then?", to which they replied with "Ware". I was then straight in with "No, I said who, not WHERE!" and with a smile raised all-round I was happy to have added to the good mood of people at the ground, who were still buzzing from Boxing Day's bumper attendance of 208 for a massive 2-1 victory over local rivals Canvey Island. After heading into the well-attended clubhouse for a pre-match pint, I surrendered £10 at the gate and headed in to the ground with kick-off almost upon us. My first impression of the ground was that it has the rough-and-ready feel of the rest of the estate that the ground was built upon, but I soon realised that the tinpot style only added to the character of the venue and I was pleased to be at yet another ground that realistically matches the area it lives in. Just like the Lamb Ground I'd visited for my magical 100th last week, the Len Salmon came with a decent amount of covered standing and seating areas, with both home and away fans feeling welcome before the match. Before the start of today's match, the hosts were sitting pretty in 2nd, just 2 points off the top spot and an impressive 7 points in front of the rest of the pack and although table-topping AFC Hornchurch had three games in hand, the Bowers would feel that a win today could keep them in contention to make a challenge into 2018. For Ware on the other hand, today would be another chance for them to try and climb the table from their 22nd position and with just 2 points gained in 3 December games so far the odds weren't in their favour. My pre-match prediction for today was 4-1 to Bowers & Pitsea- how wrong could I be?

Game time

As expected, it was the 2015-16 FA Vase Finalists that started strongest in their red and white strip. Bowers looked to push forward in the early stages and the first big chance came in the 16th minute as Tony Stokes headed wide a free header following a great cross from the right-wing. This miss was to be the first of a few for the home side and it seemed like if they were going to gain the lead they would need a bit of luck- which almost came on a couple of occasions as the Ware keeper fluffed his goal kicks straight into the path of the front three for Bowers. It was not a great start in terms of action and I must admit that I was starting to feel that Ware would be happy to just play on the counter and not really do too much else. This remained consistent for the first-half and as the game turned into a simulation of a pinball table with the ball pinging up and down the field and bouncing off players without too much control being shown, the next real chance fell to Ware after 30 minutes and after Hamilton crossed in for Elsom it was only for an air-shot to deny the striker the opener.

The Bowers continued to push, but largely reduced to set-pieces

The most common sight from the stands was Jamie Salmon, who may or not be related to stadium named Len, taking free-kicks into the Ware box and although his delivery was often decent, there wasn't too much threat at the receiving end. Ware's left-back Oujdi had gone into the Ref's book following three fouls all of a similar nature, and when he soon conceded a fourth there was a moment's silence as the man in the middle decided whether or not to dismiss him. One fan tried to help the cause by shouting "that's his eighth one!" but in the end Oujdi was allowed to remain on the field, which would prove to be a key decision for the visitors. Bowers continued to attack and after Ashman waltzed through three defenders out on the left, he then picked out Lewis Manor who couldn't apply the finish. At the other end the lucky-to-be-on-the-pitch left-back Oujdi started a good counter in the 41st minute and after an initial shot was well saved, the ball fell to the poaching winger Marvin Hamilton and he just about bundled the ball over the line and gave the half a dozen travelling fans behind the goal something to cheer about just before half-time. Bowers 0-1 Ware.

Half-time, get the beers in

The afternoon was surprisingly mild considering the arctic conditions we'd seen recently, but that still didn't stop people wrapping up in three thousand layers. As a pint was poured for me at half-time, the bar staff couldn't help but comment on the temperature outside and said that my hands must be cold from being out there with a bevvy in hand. I quickly informed her that I was indeed wearing shorts and that left her unable to add further comment about the concerns of being cold. I did however start to feel the need to pull out my new woolly hat for the second-half and the colours of my Sheffield FC garment fitted in well with the red wear of the home fans.

Second-half, behind the goal view with the away few

The second-half was more of the same really and after Alaa Oujdi was subbed off before being sent off, the match was underway again. The first chance of note came on the hour-mark and unfortunately for the home side it was again a shot off target,this time from Leahy from close-range. I could continue to write about the chances carved and wasted by the hosts but ultimately it would be the away side who sealed the deal with another well-timed counter. Another ball was punted up towards substitute striker Sam Alderson and he took his chance to beat the back-peddling defence and then much to his delight he lofted a shot over a stranded Chafer in goal to ensure the three points. Bowers 0-2 Ware. In fairness, I couldn't knock the effort of Ware and they implemented their gameplan to perfection today as they countered with precision and played an otherwise unspectacular game in which they absorbed the Bowers & Pitsea attacks. I do think that Bowers would have easily won this one had they been more clinical at hitting the target, but that's how it goes sometimes at this level and I'm sure on another day it would have been a different story. The Ref soon blew for full-time after Ware almost made it 0-3, but either way Ware would be chuffed with the result. I promptly departed the ground and made my way back to the bus stop to begin my journey back to Leigh- after popping back to the pub for a post-match pint, of course.

And the victors would be on their way back Hertfordshire

I don't know when I'll next be making it to a new ground but hopefully it will be sooner rather than later and in the meantime I'd like to wish all the fans from Bowers & Pitsea and Ware a Happy New Year, as well as my other readers. Have a good 2018 y'all!

23/12/17 Review: Tamworth vs Leamington

Tamworth 0-3 Leamington (National League North)

The Lamb Ground

So here it is, Saturday 23rd December 2017, also known as the day that I visited my 100th Ground. The centurion is something that I'd set myself a target of achieving by the end of 2017 and although I left it pretty late to get there, I must say that I'm pretty impressed with the 47 ground haul that I've managed this year. Throughout December I have been thinking of making a big deal of it, with ideas of seeing the Etihad, Turf Moor or Anfield to mark the occasion, but in the end I felt like I just needed to get on with it and so I asked for cover from my afternoon shift to get to a game. My initial plans were scuppered early in the day when a potential free ticket to Villa Park vanished into thin air and with few games to choose from in the area, I decided I'd make the ride down the M6 and across the A5 to a ground I'd been toying with visiting for a couple of years now- The Lamb Ground.

My Fifth National League North ground 

Tamworth Football Club are known as The Lambs and it is at the Lamb Ground that the Staffordshire side have lived in since shortly after their founding in the mid 30's. Some of you may remember a few decent FA Cup runs they've had since the turn of the millennium, but aside from that they have existed as a National League side, with many a season in the Premier and the Northern divisions. Following their most recent relegation at the end of the 2013-14 campaign, Tamworth have had three seasons of finishing just outside the playoffs and are still ambitious to make a return to the non-league's highest branch. Leamington on the other hand have just made it into the National League North after finishing runner-up behind Chippenham Town in last season's Southern Premier League, but that certainly hasn't stopped them continuing to progress as they started the day hoping to climb away from the drop-zone. The Brakes may have been 9 points off Tamworth before play began, but they would no doubt be looking back to a 2-3 away victory over leaders Salford City as inspiration and with expecting a close tie, I predicted a 0-0 draw for this one- surely it couldn't be a classic for my 100th, could it?

Feeling Festive yet?

I finished work in Stafford at 2pm on the dot and by the time I crossed South Staffs it was just about time for kick-off. The ground is located right in the heart of a housing estate in Kettlebrook and can be seen from the Snowdome, and so I parked up on a side street and started to mooch over with the last few stragglers. Entry was priced at £12 for today, which I thought was fairly reasonable considering my last trip to Kettering's Latimer Park in the league below was a tenner and whenever I go to National League Premier matches it tends to cost me a whopping £17-£19. I stepped through the turnstile just in time for kick-off, and I was pleasantly surprised with the scenes that were unfolding between my eyes. Painted in a bold red coat, the majority of the roof was covering concrete standing areas and one fairly modern looking main stand that provides the only seated area at The Lamb Ground. The away fans had already taken over a fair chunk of the only non-covered section of the ground and there were a couple of food huts on-site too. If I were to categorise the ground in any way, I would say that it is a typical non-league venue with a lot of character and some decent viewing areas all-round, and for me it is what you would describe to people if they asked what a football ground was like at this level. Prominent colours, the smell of burgers, a good sprinkling of fans and clutter crammed into every corner and crevice surrounding- a much happier and familiar place for me than the generic feel of being at most Football League stadiums.

Talk about painting the town ground red

On the field, the game started at a reasonable pace and both sides showed signs that they could play a bit. As the away fans continuously chanted "Ohhhhhhh Lemmy, Lemmy" it would be Callum Gittings who almost got the opener on 9 minutes, but he was only able to slide his effort wide as a desperate Stephan Morley tracked back for Tamworth. Once the Lambs got the ball moving on the astro-turf pitch they looked pretty good themselves and the play-off chasers carved a half-chance on 12 minutes- this time the shot on the edge of the area would be high, wide and not too handsome. The hosts did continue to press in the opening stages and after Darryl Knights pulled out a flick that Neymar would have been impressed with to release Zack Kotwica, the midfielder then ran in on goal before eventually hitting a poorly composed strike straight at the well positioned keeper and captain Tony Breeden. Amongst these chances there was a few rough challenges going about too and after two bookings in as many minutes for either side, I was finding myself at the heart of a proper game of footy and the opening goal was just around the corner.

But first, a quick toilet break

With the half-hour mark surpassed it was former Notts County forward Colby Bishop who pulled out a great goal as he fired in a 25-yard rocket that flew into the net in front of the rapturous away support. Tamworth 0-1 Leamington. The yellow and black scarves were waved as the fans piped up again, this time with a round of "One shot, One goal. One shot, One goal!" as Tamworth restarted the action. An injury to an away player had forced an early change to the side for Leamington and it would be Ahmed Obeng on the left-wing who would make a crucial chance just before the break. The number 14 ran down the left-wing with only a cross into the box on his mind, and when he eventually picked out the pass it was expertly placed in to Gittings who simply couldn't miss from inside the 6-yard area. Tamworth 0-2 Leamington.

Half-Time, best give the Clubhouse a try

With Leamington showing a crucial and cutting edge thus far, the break gave fans from both sides time to reflect on a slightly unexpected scoreline to this point. To do this, I plonked myself in the thick of it amongst many heavy drinking fans in both red and yellow, ready to sample a pint of my own. It was nice to see the bar rammed with people and with the added delight of both sets of fans mixing and exchanging conversation, I supped my beer before heading back out for the second half. With the cool air drawing in the night, I decided to jump in the long stand running across the opposite side to the main stand and soon after kick-off I realised that this was where the noisy home fans were housed. With not much to shout about for the home lads, they turned their attentions to festive frivolities by singing a full verse of Rudolph. The good will and fun nature amongst the crowd soon turned back to brief silence and disappointment though as Bishop was gifted another chance which he took after rounding the keeper easily to create himself an open goal. Tamworth 0-3 Leamington. The collapse at the back for the Lambs was compounded by the fans who piped up again with a round of "we're shit, and we know we are" whilst the away fans cheered an easy three points with still half an hour to go. Connor Taylor would have a decent chance towards the latter knockings, but his quickly taken shot summed up the host's day to be honest. The 708 in attendance had a fair spread of home fans and they did continue to cheer on their side, but it was one man stood a few meters to my left who kept me entertained as he continued to shout out the word "clueless" after every failed attack, waiting a beat before then repeating the word in a louder and longer-drawn tone.

Clueless... CLUUUUUUUUELESSSSS!

The main positive I can report from the day was that Dexter Walters, a second-half sub, was a shining light amongst an otherwise dull offensive outfit from Tamworth and the young left-winger showed some awesome skills down the flank, beating Leamington's Richard Taundry on every occasion they faced up. He showed some flicks and tricks that reminded me of Justin Kluivert and if the lad picks up a bit from the experience of National League North football, I predict that he'll go on to bigger things and maybe even the Football League. As it was for this afternoon though, his efforts would be fruitless and despite a lot of late pressure we were to see no consolation goals from the red-shirted Lambs. I stuck around for a few minutes to clap both sides off and I continued to applause as the Leamington players approached the away fans. Having known little of the visiting side today, I must say I was very impressed and I'll look forward to eventually getting over to the New Windmill Ground.

Merry Christmas to all Lambs fans and Brakes supporters alike, and also to my regular readers!