England 1 Republic of Ireland 1

Match 74/12/1027 - Wednesday, 29th May 2013 - International

England (1) 1 Lampard 23
Republic of Ireland (1) 1 Long 13
Att. 80,126

Entrance: £30
Programme: £6
Mileage: 100/6,034

Match Report

This was a pointless exercise on every conceivable level. It was of no value, whatever the England manager might say, to Roy Hodgson and as a humble punter it was both a waste of time and money. If the Football Association thought that playing this fixture three weeks beyond the end of a long season, with no tournament football to grace the summer, an ideal way of both celebrating their 150th anniversary and also putting the dark spectre of the 1993 riot in Dublin behind them then they were seriously deluded.

Wembley has long since lost its shine with this punter. The hideous incident when Wales were the visitors has left its scar and from the moment I reach my seat I’m glancing at the people around me looking for the character that is going to be trouble and for this match against the Republic of Ireland the potential was almost inevitable. Ten minutes before the kick off the vacant seat alongside me was filled and straight away the radar said that this was going to be an uncomfortable 90 minutes and as soon as No Surrender was entered into God Save The Queen my worst fears were confirmed.

The FA’s David Bernstein praised the England fans for their good behaviour and in general I’m sure this was the case, but Mr Bernstein might want to give up his posh seat in the Royal Box to come and sit in the stalls with Joe Public and see what really goes on at Wembley. Perhaps the Scotland game might be a good day for him to conduct his awakening.

After 13 minutes in which the Irish largely dominated a long cross into the box found Shane Long who managed to get between the English central defenders to plant a firm header past Joe Hart. With so many Irish people living in England, and London in particular, it was inevitable that their support would be anywhere and everywhere in the stadium and the few that were around us showed their delight at their opening goal. My neighbour’s face contorted with rage, why have these aliens from another galaxy entered into his space, albeit that the nearest was a few hundred seats away. He was out of his seat, the verbal diarrhoea that he spouted showed blatant disregard for the women and children in his vicinity. This was it; this is what it’s like sitting in the cheap seats at just about every England game at Wembley.

When England are thrashing the might of San Marino or Andorra then the mindless morons are plunged into a stupor with the boredom of it all, unless the drink has already done the job. This is when Wembley becomes comfortable, put a competitive match in front of them, with an element of away support then it is a nightmare. The forthcoming Scotland match may have the potential for trouble but the qualifier against Poland almost doesn’t bear thinking about.

As fighting commenced in the aisles and the stewards did their best to contain it, Frank Lampard equalised within ten minutes and from that point my friend alongside indulged in nothing worse than the rest of us were doing, moaning about England. That’s the other feature of the England Wembley experience; the home side are not very interesting. They gave the ball away with reckless abandon and are as creative as a two-year old with a paintbrush.

Both sides huffed and puffed their way through a dour second half with the odd chance coming for both, but this was a game too far for everybody, the swim suits were packed and there is a sunbed waiting in an exotic location for our pampered few in the new white shirts that look far too similar to those worn by the Germans in the 1966 World Cup Final.

I wish I had signed off with the high of Tunbridge Wells’ Wembley visit instead of sullying this wonderful season among the dross that do their level best to ruin the reputation of the real England supporters.

Tunbridge Wells 6 Canterbury City 0

Match 73/12/1026 - Monday, 6th May 2013 - Kent League

Tunbridge Wells (2) 6 Harris 21,88, Irvine 28,54, Stanford 73, Fuller 78
Canterbury City (0) 0
Att. 381

Entrance: £3 Senior
Programme: £1.50
Mileage: 26/5,934

Match Report

Poor old Canterbury City rocked up at the Culverden Stadium as literally lambs to the slaughter. Following the removal of Simon Austin from his managerial position, the majority of his players left in his wake and it was a very youthful City side that were charged with the role of gatecrashers at the Wells' welcoming home party. The Wembley appearance has had the desired effect of boosting the attendance and it was a very healthy 381 that were in a joyous party mood despite the Vase defeat.

This one-sided match, in which the visitors accepted their fate with a smile on their faces, was a mere sideshow as the Wells' supporters recounted their day at the national stadium. From early morning breakfasts (with beer involved!) to traffic worries on the M25, everybody had a story to tell with one significant thread to every tale
. . . nobody had any complaints.

There was much discussion as to the Wembley starting eleven, the omission of Jack Harris and who may have made way for his inclusion. Everyone had an opinion, nobody had a recrimination. There was a unanimous acceptance that Spennymoor were a damn good team and that whatever side Martin Larkin had picked, it would have taken a monumental performance to turn the Northern League side over.

On the pitch, there was no sign of a hangover from the weekend's celebrations. Harris and Andy Irvine swept the home side into a two goal half time lead and after the break, further goals from Josh Stanford and Joe Fuller plus seconds from Harris and Irvine added up to an easy six-goal romp.

Wembley has given the club a magnificent platform from which to move forward. A tilt at the Kent League title next season would almost certainly sustain a regular attendance of 300, a number that would be envied by many a Ryman League club. The club and its supporters are making all the right noises regarding their ambition for Ryman football, but they have a further wish . . . they want to go back to Wembley!

The final whistle brings the curtain down on this memorable season, one of unparalleled success. Even Tonbridge's escape from relegation has to be considered something of a success, although we will conveniently forget the Kent Senior Cup Final! Despite Gillingham winning a championship for the first time in my time with the club, for me the most memorable moment would have to be the Wells walking out at Wembley, it is something that I had never given thought to, but gives hope that anything can happen in this game of ours.



Lifetime match total (including England's game against the Republic of Ireland to come): 2,276
Number of grounds: 254

Spennymoor Town 2 Tunbridge Wells 1

Match 72/12/1025 - Saturday, 4th May 2013 - FA Vase Final

Spennymoor Town (1) 2 Cogdon 18, Graydon 80
Tunbridge Wells (0) 1 Stanford 78
Att. 16,751

Entrance: £15
Programme: £4
Mileage: 100/5,908

Match Report

The dictionary definition of pride reads: A feeling of pleasure from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is associated. Despite Tunbridge Wells’ first ever visit to Wembley Stadium ending in defeat, the overriding feeling among the thousands of people that followed the club to the FA Vase Final was that of overwhelming pride. Proud to be associated with their town’s football club and, oh so proud of the spirit on show as the Wells stood toe-to-toe with, arguably the best Step Five club in the country.

Even the most one-eyed of Tunbridge Wells supporters would be hard pressed to deny that Spennymoor Town were the better side on the day, but the Kent club never gave up, they stood tall and for the briefest of moments they were the equals of the team from the North-East.

When the semi-final had been won at Shildon, I cast doubts at estimates that Tunbridge Wells could sell their allocation of 10,000 tickets, but the people of the Royal Borough and throughout the county of Kent responded with more than 11,000 buying their tickets in advance of the day and eventually making up two-thirds of the 16,751 attendance.

Those fans that had done their homework prior to the game would have feared that their team could be on the end of a hiding. Spennymoor have been champions of the Northern League for the past three seasons and have only been denied a fourth title by virtue of a club of the standing of Darlington needing to reform at Step Five after going bust in the National Conference. How many times in the past would a club that has accumulated 100 points with five games remaining only finish runners-up, without the knowledge to say definitively, I would hazard a guess at never. Further consideration would have been taken that nobody outside of the Northern League has won the FA Vase since 2008.

And let’s face it, the bookies are rarely wrong and were offering odds of 1-6 on a Spennymoor victory.

The pride that was felt as my home town club, which I’ve followed for more than fifty years, walked out onto the Wembley turf could not be measured. Back in the early 1960s, there was a rivalry with the other local side, Tonbridge Football Club and supporting them both was a little odd as they competed in the same Southern League. But as time passed and the clubs were separated by a couple of Divisions there is no longer any reason not to wish both clubs well. The fact that several faces that frequent Longmead on a fortnightly basis were in evidence at Wembley was proof that very little animosity between the clubs exists today.

The sun shone brightly as Tunbridge Wells opened the game with a flourish. Andy McMath, who emigrates to Australia in a few weeks’ time, snapped a shot over the bar in the opening seconds of the game. Perhaps he saw symmetry with a certain Roly Graham, who scored the winner for Deal Town in 2000 before similarly departing down under.

After the Wells had cut out much of the early play, a mazy run and shot from Josh Stanford and another opportunity coming when Perry Spackman headed wide from a corner, Spennymoor opened the scoring after 17 minutes. A cross into the box wasn’t cleared properly and the resulting return into the area by Keith Graydon found Gavin Cogdon who had found space between the Wells central defenders to plant a firm header past Chris Oladogba. The subsequent celebration, in front of the massed ranks of the Tunbridge Wells fans was both provocative and unnecessary and really should have brought a booking rather than a mild reprimand from the referee.

Spennymoor now held the momentum and for the remainder of the half placed severe pressure on the Kent side. Oladogba was forced into a plunging dive at the feet of Cogdon and there was a collective holding of breath as Lewis Mingle and Mark Davison, rising together at the left hand post, saw the challenge resulting in the ball hitting the woodwork.

Under pressure, the Wells’ were forced to hit the ball long towards the ever-willing Andy Irvine, but the clearances continually returned as the North-Easterners completely dominated the midfield areas. Oladogba was called on once more before the break when he turned around the post a long range effort from Davison. Without doubt, Tunbridge Wells were pleased to get to the break with only a goal deficit.

The Kent club responded well to Martin Larkin’s half-time team talk and with the introduction of Jack Harris and Tom Davy just prior to the hour mark added a new pattern to the game. Davy added a bit more craft to the midfield that had struggled with the fluency of their counterparts, whilst Harris was prepared to run at defenders with the ball at his feet.

The Wells were still being asked to defend heroically and Mingle did especially well to block another Cogdon effort.

Twelve minutes remained when the moment came that will live long in the memory and the 12,000 Wells’ fans in the 90,000 capacity stadium generated a noise that some England games would benefit from when Josh Stanford coolly lobbed the ball into an unguarded net. The Spennymoor goalkeeper, Robert Dean, punched clear a Jason Bourne cross but only found Stanford who managed to keep his side-foot shot under control from an airborne position. Cue bedlam among the Wells faithful but sadly their hopes were quickly quashed as two minutes later the Moor regained their advantage.


And once again it was the pairing of Cogdon, who took on the role of pantomime villain following his first half misdemeanour and Graydon that was the undoing of the Wells magnificent rearguard action. Cogdon’s run across the face of the penalty area was finished with a shot at goal that was blocked but the rebound was met with a fierce half-volley from Graydon that rocketed past Oladogba to the delight of the fans that had made the 600-mile round trip from the north-east.

Five minutes of extra time were added in which there were claims for a penalty as a ball struck the hand of a Spennymoor defender, but the referee saw nothing to award a spot kick. Personally, I would put it in the “seen it given” category.

The final whistle blew on a well-earned, well-deserved Spennymoor victory but as the Tunbridge Wells players went to the end where their fans were congregated the acclaim they received was one of admiration, borne out of the spirit they had shown in the face of a team capable of playing at a much higher level than Step Five. Martin Larkin can be a very proud man, proud of the team he has created, proud of the spirit and resolve he has instilled. Their backs were against the wall at places like Larkhall and Shildon but they came through and for a fleeting moment it looked like it might just happen again.

Much has been made of Tunbridge Wells zero playing budget and, undoubtedly, should the club progress into the Ryman League this situation could not continue. But there is one thing that no amount of money can buy and this makes Tunbridge Wells a club of riches . . . Pride.

Tonbridge 1 Charlton Athletic 7

Match 71/12/1024 - Wednesday, 1st May 2013 - Kent Senior Cup Final

Tonbridge (0) 1 Lovell 48
Charlton Athletic (3) 7 Cook 10, Smith 12,51,73,88, Feeley 28,
Miles (o.g.) 78
Att. 806

Entrance: £5 Senior
Programme: £1.50
Mileage: 26/5,808

Match Report

A first Kent Senior Cup Final appearance for seven years; a trophy that hasn't been won for 38 years. This season has had so many "first fors" that it was with a fair degree of optimism that I left home to take in this Final.

Sadly, all that was witnessed was a totally one-sided affair that epitomised Tonbridge's season, one of shambolic defending that allowed Charlton Athletic's Development Squad to run up an embarrassing scoreline for everybody, supporters to the Manager, associated with Tonbridge Angels.

Much soul-searching needs to be spent in the summer period and one would guess that the team that opens season 2013-14 will show wholesale change from the one that has finished this term.

If Tonbridge wish to point to a mitigating factor for this humiliation they can rightly point their finger at the KCFA who refused their selection of date, which would have allowed time to get injured players fit, and accepted Charlton's proposal. Gary Elphick failed to make the game and it was in his central defensive area that the Championship side made the most hay.

Make no mistake, this Development Squad showed huge potential and would have, almost undoubtedly, won the game at a canter should Tonbridge been able to field a fully fit, strongest eleven but at least the underdogs could have avoided such an embarrassment.

From the moment of the pre-match handshake it was apparent that physically this was a contest between men and boys, but the boys were the men. This Charlton side have a physicality that I've rarely witnessed at League Two level and this must be the foundation of their success having already put their development league title in the cabinet.

Tonbridge opened brightly enough with Henry Muggeridge producing a mazy run, seemingly intent on showing to his previous employers exactly what they decided they could do without. But two quick fire goals on 10 and 14 minutes put the Championship side into the ascendancy. A free-kick routine caught the home side napping and the subsequent cross was touched in by Jordan Cook and the scoreline was quickly doubled when Michael Smith converted from inside the box after Joe Pigott nodded on a cross.

The game was over as a contest before the half-hour mark when Kevin Feeley's free header from a corner found the far corner of the net despite the despairing effort of Muggeridge on the line.

A window of hope opened up from Tonbridge early in the second half when a cross from Ollie Bankole, on as a second half substitute, was touched home by Mark Lovell at the far post. That window was closed shut just three minutes later when Smith scored his second of the evening with a shot into the roof of the net.

The disappointment of any recovery being quickly snuffed out took its toll as Charlton inflicted the maximum punishment on their hosts who were the architects of their own humiliation. On 73 minutes a horrendous back pass from Ijaha was intercepted by Smith, who rounded Worgan for his hat-trick goal. Smith was involved again as Sonny Miles diverted his shot over the goalkeeper for the sixth and when he intercepted another suicidal backpass from Miles, with a couple of minutes remaining, he rounded the keeper to score his fourth of the evening and his side's seventh.

I took my camera along with the over-optimistic expectation that a 1975 celebration photograph seen on Facebook earlier in the day could be replicated in 2013. I was prepared to take the picture should the victors emerge victorious, but I wasn't prepared for the debacle that unfolded and I was so depressed by the turn of events, I could not wait to get away from Longmead at the final whistle.

By August the grass will be greener, the evenings a damn sight warmer than this one in May and a renewed sense of optimism will have been installed. I can only surmise that it is going to be an interesting summer at Tonbridge Angels Football Club.

Tonbridge 3 Truro City 2

Match 70/12/1023 - Saturday, 27th April 2013 - Conference South

Tonbridge (2) 3 Gayle 2, Collin 14, 48
Truro City (1) 2 Hayles 12, 70
Att. 582

Entrance: £6 Senior
Programme: £2.00
Mileage: 26/5,782

The last day of the regular league season with no nail biting necessary, no incessant refreshing of the mobile phone screen, this was Relax Saturday. The last seven days had seen jobs completed; Gillingham champions and Tonbridge safe. Port Vale and Rotherham, Billericay and Hornchurch could get on with their last day fixtures without any concern from yours truly.

Martin Allen had chosen to take a squad to Burton Albion that showed eight changes from the previous Saturday, and whilst he chose not to call it a reserve team or a weakened eleven, I made the decision that a 400 mile round trip was too far to see a total of six teenagers make their Football League debuts.

Tonbridge, who won a Kent Senior Cup semi-final at Ebbsfleet on Tuesday for the right to meet Charlton Athletic in the Final, also chose to rest several key players for their final Conference South fixture against long-since relegated Truro City. A couple of young reserves, Matt Hardin and Ollie Bankole made their debuts and Bankole, in particular, gave an eye-catching performance.

To quickly run through the events of the afternoon, due to traffic problems, Truro arrived at the ground only 15 minutes prior to kick off and their legs were probably still on the coach as Tonbridge swept into a second minute lead when Aaron Gayle finished following a cross from Frannie Collin, with Bankole involved in its inception. Barry Hayles, who still showed a touch of quality at a level far below where he would have been in his prime, equalised on 12 minutes after getting goal side of Ollie Schulz.

Another sweet passing move that culminated in Collin waltzing around the goalkeeper two minutes later restored the home side's lead. Collin extended the lead early in the second half for his 20th goal of a season in which he supposedly hasn't hit the heights of his Golden Boot year of 2011-12. Truro showed plenty of spirit, on and off the pitch with their vocal following and Hayles dragged the Cornishmen back into the game with a second goal. Unfortunately, the revival stuttered to a halt when they lost Joe Broad to a red card that was seemingly missed by everybody bar the referee, who most definitely will not feature on Truro City's Christmas card list.

So with this unbelievable season heading towards two cup finals in the coming week, it is a good time to reflect on how it has taken its rather bewildering course. Nobody quite knew what to expect from Martin Allen and his remodelled Gillingham team. I was not alone in doubting that his relationship with Paul Scally wouldn't last beyond Christmas. But, holding my hands up, we couldn't have been more wrong. Gillingham started off like a runaway train; had a shaky bit in the middle and when they were found wanting from a gung-ho performance at home to Exeter, the ship was steadied and they ground out performances from that point until the championship was won. Sometimes the football wasn't easy on the eye, but they just didn't lose (until it no longer mattered).

Meanwhile at Longmead, Tonbridge failed to maintain the momentum from their successful first season in Conference South. They flirted with the relegation places for much of the season, but when the stakes were at their highest they produced home wins against Eastleigh and Staines in addition to a trio of draws and with safety confirmed their win against Truro actually elevated them to a lofty-looking 16th place. Once again, many supporters were critical of the quality of the football played, but another season in Conference South is justification enough.

And finally, Tunbridge Wells. They are more than the icing on the cake in this momentous season, on Saturday they are the cake. Can they have their cake and eat it? Probably not, but getting to Wembley is an achievement that I never dreamt possible. My only wish is that the momentum they have lost while playing catch-up with their fixture list isn't going to cost them dear on Saturday.

This Saturday was Relax Saturday . . . I've a strong feeling next Saturday at Wembley won't be.

Tonbridge 1 Eastbourne Borough 1

Match 69/12/1022 - Tuesday, 23rd April 2013 - Conference South

Tonbridge (0) 1 Ijaha 75
Eastbourne Borough (0) 1 Jamie Smith 52
Att. 624

Entrance: £6 Senior
Programme: £2.00
Mileage: 26/5,756

Match Report

Two days after the celebrations at Priestfield, this unforgettable season rose to another high, but of a much different nature, as a point for Tonbridge was enough to secure Conference South safety for another season.

A difficult season, second season syndrome perhaps, but not identified as such by manager Tommy Warrilow, was epitomised by a stuttering performance that could easily have ended in tears without the dismissal of Eastbourne captain Ollie Rowe after a clash with Ollie Schulz.

Defeat for Billericay on Saturday had consigned them to relegation alongside Truro and Hornchurch's defeat left them on the threshold of the drop should Tonbridge manage to pick up a single point from either of their final two home games.

Despite a sizeable contingent from the south coast, the majority of the bumper attendance of 624 was willing and able to sing their way to Conference survival.

Eastbourne Borough came to Longmead safe in the knowledge that their Conference future was secure and this should have allowed them to play with a freedom that the home side could not afford, but this failed to materialise in a first half that was scrappy and had the look of a nervous relegation six-pointer, which, of course, it was not.

Early in the second half, Eastbourne scored to increase the tension around Longmead Stadium. A cracking 25-yard drive from Jamie Smith into the top corner leaving the home support momentarily silenced.

Tonbridge's lifeline was handed to them on the hour when a scuffle in the visitors' penalty area ended with Schulz prostrate on the ground holding his face. The referee, who was only inches away from the incident, produced an immediate red card to the horror of Rowe, who clearly felt that the Tonbridge defender had feigned injury.

The impetus was passed to the home side, but not before an almighty scare when Jonte Smith struck wide of the post when it was a whole lot easier to score. Tonbridge's salvation arrived on 75 minutes when a long throw from Nathan Green, the Angels' best player on the night, was only cleared to the edge of the box to David Ijaha whose shot found the bottom right corner of the net. Ironically, Ijaha had one of those nights known in the game as a bit of a mare.

The game might have been put to bed when an effort from Henry Muggeridge was well saved by the Eastbourne goalkeeper, Danny Potter before the visitors also spurned a chance in the dying minutes when a free header from a corner was put high and wide by Darren Lok.

The celebrations on this occasion were those of relief but, nonetheless, just as joyous. This season has one last high on to which it can rise . . . Wemberlee!

Gillingham 2 AFC Wimbledon 2

Match 68/12/1021 - Saturday, 20th April 2013 - League Two

Gillingham (2) 2 Burton 12, Kedwell 22
AFC Wimbledon (0) 2 Midson 65, Meades 85
Att. 11,172

Entrance: Season Ticket
Programme: £3.00
Mileage: 45/5,730

Match Report

The music went round on a loop as we awaited the re-entrance of the Champions once the obligatory pitch invasion had been cleared. The Last Waltz and We Are The Champions was played three or four times, but missing was Lou Reed's Perfect Day, it would have been appropriate because this was a perfect day despite Gary Alexander doing his level best to spoil it with a shot that crashed against a post in the final minute of the game.

With only one point required to seal a first title for 49 years, this particular blogger was more than happy to accept a draw allowing AFC Wimbledon a suitable reward in their quest for preservation of their Football League status. The fans of this community club have endured enough injustice through the years and the wishes go with them in their final game of the season in which a win at Kingsmeadow against Fleetwood might not be enough to save them.

The walk away from Priestfield was shared with people that had been waiting 45 years for their perfect day, whilst yours truly had spent a mere 38 years. Years that had been spent with a damn sight more downs than ups and seasons that had never had the title of Champions on the back of them.

As if to confirm that this day was going to be something special, after a long wait for an extra box of programmes to sourced came the unheard of queue to get OUT of the gents! Over 11,000 packed into Priestfield with AFC selling out their allocation and contributing to the electric atmosphere that was generated. All present were richly rewarded with a game of excitement and tension in abundance.



Gillingham swept their way into a two goal half-time lead and seemingly in cruise control following Deon Burton's 12th minute opener and Danny Kedwell's header ten minutes later, to which the ex-AFC Wimbledon striker chose not to celebrate and almost offered a hand of apology to the fans behind the goal that had previously adored him.

AFC Wimbledon were sent out by their manager Neil Ardley with the obvious message of nothing to lose lads, so give it a go and give it go they most certainly did.

After 20 minutes of the half, a poor throw out from Stuart Nelson was seized upon by Jonathan Meades and his cross from the bye-line was knocked back for Jack Midson to score from close range.

Although the crowd noise remained at full volume, there was a tension in the air where there had been calm as the visitors piled forward in search of an equaliser. This duly came with five minutes remaining, this time Midson crossing for Meades to apply the finish. Enough time remained for Alexander to almost stun the home support into silence despite most knowing that nearest rivals Port Vale were (at the time) losing against Northampton.

The stadium announcer, who had almost apologetically pleaded with the fans to stay off the pitch during the half-time break, was repeating his plea as a few hundred decamped the Rainham End in joyous celebration at the final whistle. Most were youngsters that would not have been even a twinkle in their father's eye back in 1964, but they will carry forward their memories of this perfect day to the next generation.

Chairman Paul Scally brought the League Two trophy to the podium from which the sponsors presented medals to the Champions before the cup was raised by captain Adam Barrett with the champagne spraying, Formula One style, soon to follow.

As the chorus to Perfect Day goes:
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Yes, Gillingham you kept me hanging on, for 38 years, but oh my god, it was worth the wait.