Some Foreign Field

Roads and streets unfamiliar
Filled with grey drawn faces
That peer down at tipsy slabs underfoot
Coats pulled tight to tucked in chins
Fists pushed deep into pockets
Stooped figures limping toward the electric-white glow
Pale shadows struggle to keep up
With these sad shufflers
Wrapt in hopeful talk.
The same battered cars line kerbs
Bumpers kissing
Litter blown by stiff north-easterly draughts
Sticks carelessly to railings
Ice in rain fills holes in the cold breeze
Pricks pins in my face
Grey sky adopts a gloomy shade
Their stadium leans in on itself
Perpetually introvert
Morose
Its pointless activity
Steals any joy
From coming dawns
Scarves and shirts in reds and whites
Accents more rural than this dockland setting
Suggest spaces more green
Less concrete
Than this
This is far from our home
Where blue skies shine
Brilliant sun parades
Strong enough to make eyes squint
When we wake
It warms our blood
Calls us to play
Unfettered by fear of failure
At night the star and crescent
Heaven's light
Our guide.
This is their place
I leave them
Happy
To be miserable

CLP 27/10/2018

Having Your End Away

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Thinking of moving? Think carefully before leaving home.

When Wycombe Wanderers picked up their chairs in 1990 and re-located from Loakes Park, just underneath the windows of Wycombe Hospital, to the very dead-end of Hillbottom Road, the club made one good decision; keep it simple – two ends, two sides.

Despite building a main stand that looms disproportionately over the ground beneath the Chiltern Hills, the beech trees and the watchful eye of Red Kites, the club still has a home end. It has a terrace for standing and enough space for a bit of moving around when its cold in that old chalk pit. The new home end has a roof that helps send out the singing and chants into the Buckinghamshire skies. It is not a very big home end, but it is a home end.

Quite a few new football grounds have appeared on the outskirts of towns in the last few years, some better than others. In the past month I have been to two that have provoked argument about whether new grounds are better than our home at Fratton Park.

The first thing I noticed in walking around the outside of the two stadiums was how much space is taken up by the new stadia. At the Ricoh Arena, home to Wasps Rugby Football Club and Coventry City FC, (tenants listed by size of average attendance), I suspect that the footprint of this facility is close to three times the size of the playing surface. The development includes hotel and conference facilities, a vast array of catering options, an indoor sports hall with a 12,000 capacity (that is also used for gigs and shows), and a casino. Football is a sideline.

The casino is an interesting element. During Pompey’s visit on 2nd October, a fellow supporter said, “Everyone was in the casino.”  (which raises concerns about his ability to count and also makes him an ideal candidate for the Black Jack table). Personally I am totally against such places. Money takes enough sweat to earn, so why chuck it away when you could spend it on a Pompey home game?

Inside the Coventry complex, behind neon signs and towering cliffs of plastic cladding is a football pitch and seating for crowds in excess of 32,000. When talk turns to visualising an ideal ground, (a regular topic in the queues for loos at Fratton Park, or the cosy crush in the South Stand Upper concourse), capacity is often discussed, along with sight-lines and toilet queues and drains.

The space behind the stands at the Ricoh Arena is impressive. The choice of Pompey videos to entertain visitors at the bars was thoughtful, the toilet queue non-existent. Overall not an unpleasant setting to visit. I also thought that the angle of the stand, (it seemed quite steep), helped The Blue Army produce a great sound that evening. So what was the problem?

The problem was trying to spot the home fans, (“Ultras” as Palace fans like to say in their sophisticated South London way). Where were the home fans?

As it turned out the home fans were located to the right of Pompey section and so had no chance of making any dent in the Pompey Wall of Sound. The other end of the ground was taken up by a vast empty shrine to the late Jimmy Hill with no-one but ball boys in attendance. It was left to visitors from Portsmouth to bring our own atmosphere and help entertain the locals.

So here’s the problem; in a more rounded stadium, where do home fans gather? How is the atmosphere built, sustained and maintained? Fratton Park can be an intimidating prospect for visiting teams, but could we keep that if we were to ever move?

I was working down the road just the other day. It was a match day and walking around that plastic stadium I was again struck at how much space a new ground takes up. This one, opened in 2001 it has at least two major flaws (some might say 30,000 flaws, but we’ll discuss that another time).

The first issue is that it is laid out from goal to goal on an East – West line.  With the sun low in the sky the Northam End, where visiting fans are placed, can be bathed in blinding sunlight. Many Pompey fans will remember a ridiculous mid-winter sunny midday kickoff when it was impossible to see what was happening for much of our 0-3 defeat (thankfully). When building an open-air sports facility, make sure to check where the sun is during the winter football season, i.e. usually low in the sky and following a rough east-west trajectory.

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RCD Espanyol where a kickoff before sunset would disturb the afternoon siesta

The second problem is the lack of an end for the home fans and the subsequent loss of atmosphere. At the Chapel End there is the family section with all its weird cartoon characters, (in addition to children’s entertainment and clowns dressed up as mascots).  This family section is as far away as possible from visiting supporters so they are less likely to witness any off-putting scenes close up, such as Pompey fans celebrating spectacular last minute goals. (Click link for gratuitous You Tube clip of a random David Norris effort).

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Distant view of Brighton fans on a Big Night Out

So if the family section takes up much of one end, do the Ultras spread out into the stands or, do they have to compete for an end with their guests? When I say compete, I mean try to out-sing, out-chant; the kind of thing that builds an atmosphere.

As Pompey fans most of us will have only ever been at this particular ground when 27,000 people are united in their bilious hatred of 3,000 of us, but on normal match days the atmosphere is very different. The crowd only unites and makes a bit of noise when things are going well – just like White Hart Lane. Besides the obvious, why is this? I think it’s because no one knows where the home end is; there is none. Without a concentrated end of fans doing all the blind-faith things they do we could be reduced to plastic clappers (as Sc*m have used), goal music (Urgh! Wolves?) or blokes with loudspeakers (any French Ligue 1 ground) to try and get the fans going.

This is a problem created by poor ground design. Too many new grounds have been  developed with money making in mind and not football as a priority. I believe that our friends from the USA see this is a major challenge in developing better facilities for Pompey fans. Pompey has to be a sustainable venture financially, operating competitively, but it will mean nothing if we become another Bolton Wanderers who play their games in an empty, soul-less concrete bowl out of reach of the local town, near the motorway, with reduced gates and little to shout about.

So if you have a bit of money to spend on a new home, yes, make sure that there is enough space, but absolutely definitely, without fail, make sure that there is a home end, none of this half-baked good site lines, nice catering, decent toilets, lovely hotel and a casino nonsense. Those are the extras, not what makes supporting Pompey so special.

CLP  08/10/2018

Wasted at Centre-Back?

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Pompey fans ever grateful that Ipswich Town gave us Matt Clarke

Spotland, 29th September 2018. In the 81st minute Matt Clarke wins the initial header from a corner on the right. As Rochdale try to clear Clarke roughs up the player trying to play the ball out of the penalty area; he nutmegs the next closest defender then smashes the ball with his left boot across the flailing arms of the flinching home goalkeeper into the top of the goal. 3-1 and Pompey go back to the top of League One and continue their unbeaten league run.

You can see that it was a wonderful goal here on the official Pompey website. It displays the strength, skill and power of Clarke and it was celebrated wildly. It was a special goal and what made it even more special was that Clarke is a centre back, but it was not a standard centre back goal – it was a goal any footballer would be proud to score.

Despite having his right nostril stuffed with cotton wool after another facial injury, Clarke had just delivered a Worldy. There is something thrilling about seeing a central defender score a goal taken from Robert Prosinecki’s playbook of magic tricks.

BBC Radio Solent featured a lot of chat about central defenders before the Rochdale match. The talk was about the resilience needed to be a centre back. Central defenders need not be crazy like a goal-keeper, but they have to be tough; physically and mentally. What the discussion left out was the importance of centre backs scoring goals and how this lifts them beyond cult status to heroes.

Fans get a real buzz when a central defender scores a goal like Clarke’s. Headed goals from corners and free kicks, or toe-pokes from inside the six yard box are all okay. We all know the big men should get a few of those and it is part of the job description. The fun starts when the No 5, or No 6 does something out of the ordinary.

I saw all of Andy Awford’s goals for Pompey. In 313 games for the club Awfs scored at Watford, another at West Bromwich Albion and finally at home to Sheffield United. A one club man, Awford was a footballing No 6 who was not as physically imposing as traditional centre backs. After playing quietly and effectively in that position for years, he was moved into a defensive midfield role, but I always saw him as a centre back and I enjoyed his hat-trick of goals all the more for that.

Awford’s first career goal for Pompey was a right footed effort in open play from the left edge of the box in a lively 2-1 win at Vicarage Road in 1995. His goal at The Hawthorns in 1999 was particularly special because in a previous appearance at WBA he had suffered a terrible four-part leg break, so this was a revenge goal. His last goal against the Blades in a 1-0 win was a wonderful moment because it meant Awford had finally found the net at Fratton Park after first playing for Pompey over 10 seasons before.

These three goals from Awford were celebrated gleefully because they were so rare. He hit a hot streak in 1999 with his 2nd and 3rd goals coming in one calendar year, even though they were spread over two league seasons.

In his first period as manager at Fratton Park, Jim Smith had settled on a central defensive pair of Andy Awford and Kit Symons. These two were close in age and they quickly developed an understanding of the job each had to do in defence. Both were ball players, but Symons grasped soonest that scoring an occasional goal would also help his career. He scored 11 times in 204 appearances before Manchester City paid £1.2m for his services.

If you have half an hour to spare have a look at the goal Symons lashed in against Kevin Keegan’s Newcastle United in 1993. Don’t be put off by the start of the video, it interviews top of the league Geordies setting off on the coach to Fratton Park for a Tuesday night sold-out match. When the football action starts it is very entertaining and The Legend plays an absolute blinder in the second half. The Symons’ goal comes up around 13 minutes into the video. For those new to the club just have a look at the state of the “stadium” – Fratton Park is a palace today by comparison.

Although from a corner, Kit Symons’ goal that night was a right footed blaster into the top of the goal from about 10 yards after he had dropped back to get some space. As the ball came his way he adjusted his balance and waited for the ball to come to him before making perfect contact – had he missed the target there would have been injuries in the Milton Lane End. Pompey won 2-0 late in the 92/93 season.

The other Symons’ goal I vividly remember was scored when Pompey were struggling to beat relegation in 1995. Away wins were not common, so a trip to Burnley in late April with snow on the Pennines was not an enticing prospect. Pompey were playing a lot of disjointed football that season. Terry Fenwick’s knowledge and experience of international football was taking a while to get through to the squad and entertainment wasn’t part of the mix. Pompey needed to win.

I had only decided to drive up to Burnley on the morning of the match. I jumped into the family Peugeot 106 and set off up the M1 and M6 to the middle of Lancashire. Blackburn is a long way, Burnley is even further and this was before the motorway network extended that far.

I knew that I had arrived in Burnley because every petrol station, shop and public building was painted claret and blue. Is it a false memory that the zebra crossings were as well? I parked by the cricket field right next to the ground and after being stopped to be interviewed by a reporter from BBC Radio Solent, (“Do you think Pompey can win this crucial game?” “Yes.”) I went for fish and chips.

I then ended up in a WMC & Social club near the ground recommended by two members of the Northern Blues. It was 5p to get in – entry prices had been held at a shilling ever since decimalisation in 1971. Beer and cider was cheap and the bar was heaving with claret and blue shirts, but they welcomed we three Pompey fans. The Burnley fans were confident of a win.

That year 4 teams were to be relegated from the second tier as the Premier League began to apply its evil grip on the winter game. If Pompey won then they would be safe and Burnley would be unable to escape, yet in the bar all was good humoured.

In a crowd of 10,666, Pompey fans were placed on the cricket ground end of the long, covered western terrace.  Separated by steel fencing from the home supporters, we had plenty of space to dance around when John Durnin put away a first half Pompey penalty. At half-time we were 1-0 up and freezing cold. And then, as the game resumed and was becoming quite tense as Burnley pressed for an equaliser, Symons made his mark.

Collecting the ball in the Pompey half Symons set off at the flat Burnley defence who had pushed up to try and keep Pompey pinned back. He passed the ball to his left and charged on to meet the first-time wall pass from Deon Burton who was stood on the left touch line exactly on half-way. The return pass put Symons clear. The number 5 galloped on, Burnley defenders lagging behind, Marlon Beresford came off his line towards his gangly opponent.

Symons simply shimmied like a Welsh rugby winger, went to the keeper’s left and shot the ball at an angle into the empty net. Pompey 2-0 up and even after Burnley got a goal late on, the Clarets were well beaten. Symons’ solo goal came at a crucial moment in a critical fixture and it showed that the best centre backs are not just capable of keeping the opposition at bay, they can be complete footballers.

Of course there have been many other excellent goals by centre backs for Pompey. Dejan Stevanovic’s free kick versus Birmingham and Jack Whatmough’s goal at Carlisle spring to mind, but those who saw the Symons’ goal at Burnley and the Rochdale match clincher by Matt Clarke know they saw something special.

N.B. An excellent website to visit for Pompey player and match statistics is www.pompeyrama.com where I checked some of the details for this piece.

CLP  30/09/2018

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

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Do you really love Pompey?

There is a Pompey fan who refuses to eat Walker’s crisps. This policy, well-known amongst Northern Blues, was reported in Steve Bone’s Sports Mail column a couple of weeks ago, so you may need a pinch of salt, but it seems plausible. It is an example of how football impacts on daily life. For this most loyal Pompey fan no simple flavour choices at the bar, but the need to know who makes the product. The reason he decided this goes back to the early 1990s when Pompey played possibly the most entertaining football they had ever done before or since.

It was the year after the penalty debacle at Villa Park in the FA Cup semi-final replay with Liverpool. Darren Anderton’s career was in free fall after his transfer to Spurs and a career playing for England beckoning, when Jim Smith took Pompey on tour wowing the nation with flowing football and goals, goals, goals. Yet we won nothing and here we find the root of our fellow Blue’s decision to shun Walker’s crisps.

Walker’s had sponsored Leicester City since 1986 and it was Leicester who dumped Pompey out of the First Division play-offs in 1993. It was a controversial result. The twelve men of Leicester completely outfoxed Pompey in the match at Fratton Park. Jim Smith had failed to spot that Leicester had a numerical advantage in the second leg. This meant Pompey only had eleven men on the pitch at any one time. It was a huge tactical error that Jim and his coaching staff regret to this day. To be fair not all the Leicester players were in yellow that night, as Roger Milford was a late pick and had to play in all black. And he came tooled up; he carried a whistle.

This Pompey fan did not cut Walker’s crisps from his life in a fit of pique as he is a fair man. If Pompey ever get beaten “fair and square” this man will be the first to say those very words. Sadly over the years he has had to say those very words far too often. No,  this decision has been thought through and a personal sacrifice has been made to mark the injustices of 19th May 1993.  In a manner that Gandhi would approve, this particular fan denies himself one of life’s pleasures in order to carry a beacon to mark that injustice.

You can see why he made his decision on this You Tube link Pompey vs Leicester 1993 Travesty

Before Steve Bone’s article, this modest personal crusade was known by only a few. Our hero quietly committed to this policy and has sustained it in pubs, clubs and bars throughout the football world. Not for him “Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps, please?” but “Two pints of lager and can you tell me what brand of crisps you’ve got, please?” Quite a mouthful, but a phrase he has trained himself to say word perfect at every opportunity.

Now the cat is out of the bag all Pompey fans will look differently at crisp choices.  When a prophet walks amongst us we learn. Comparing yourself with a prophet can often result in self-loathing and bitter regret that sworn commitment to Pompey has only ever been skin deep. Yes, count the grounds you have been to, wear the shirt, stay for the whole match, don’t miss a game for years on end, but is your love for Pompey constant? Do you really love Pompey and do you walk the true path? Well, if you haven’t given up Walker’s crisps you need to have a word with yourself.

However, brothers and sisters redemption is at hand. If you ever fall into temptation,  are taken by the hand of the beast that is PepsiCo and led to eat Walker’s crisps, you can save yourself one packet at a time. You can earn forgiveness for your weakness of faith by one simple action. How is this done? Just send the packet back to Leicester free of charge.

Walker’s say that by 2025 no plastic will be used in its packs, but in that time, at a rate of 11 million packets a day, tons of landfill waste will have been produced. More information can be found here People Are Posting Their Non-Recyclable Crisp Packets Back To … 

To show you really love Pompey give Walker’s the hurry up and help persuade them to change crisp packaging. Use the Walker’s free postal service address and save your Pompey soul. Every pack you send back will ensure that the injustices of 19th May 1993 will not be forgotten.

FREEPOST LE4 918. Leicester LE4 5ZY

Send back any pack without charge. All you need is a bit of sticky tape, a pen and a bit of paper to write the address* on and post it back to the city of Leicester.

*In an update from Royal Mail you are asked to use and envelope. This is the privatised service that was run by the Scot, Alan Crozier, who used to run the Premier League, so you decide BBC Leicester.

Alternatively you could follow the humble lead from the North and just stop buying Walker’s products.

Remember 19/05/93 – Say “No” to Walker’s

CLP 23/09/2018CLP

The Real Football Fan Show, really?

There’s always the Off switch, thankfully

Got home late last night and saw that I had a choice, Family Guy reruns or a programme called ‘The Real Football Fan Show.” I waited in anticipation for the RFFS to begin.

Before it started the Channel 4 announcer warns that the show includes “adult language”; if only that were true. I imagined we might see West Ham and Chelsea fans exchanging opinions on where their respective club owners’ money originated, (pornography and Putin’s mafia mate) and dissecting the ethical challenges that provokes for the ICF and Headhunters. I wondered if we might see Arsenal and Spurs fans arranging a fight on Wembley Way on derby day while White Hart Lane is out of commission. The show included neither.

The programme started with a review of last weekend’s Premier League action. This was done by getting post-match soundbites from fans exiting grounds after the matches. This sounded promising.

I enjoyed hearing Spurs fans tear Pochettino’s tactics and formation apart. Always top quality moaning from those boys, but I was shocked any were to be found after the match near the stadium, as they usually leave Wembley early.

A good-natured Geordie showed genuine delight at having seen a late consolation goal against Arsenal. Someone wearing a Chelsea shirt said something meaningless. I waited in eager anticipation to see Scummers being interviewed after the 2-2 with the Seagulls.

Another disappointment in a programme of disappointments. The producer clearly couldn’t find anyone bothered to go to the south coast fixture, but then who was? It might have made the show to get a rant from a fan who had seen only two home wins in 2018 and just stormed from the ground after his or her team blew a 2-0 lead. Too much to ask of a TV channel without access to any footage of any PL action.

Then a bit of fan banter, “Which team do you hate the most?” Watford fans are clearly missing Luton’s company and struggled to name alternatives. Chelsea got several mentions from a few people, but why waste time asking Arsenal or Tottenham fans? I want to know who Bournemouth fans really hate. Is hate possible at Dean Court? Is the rumour true about Wimbourne Town because they have neater flower displays in the square than at Boscombe?

The star player interviewed was Troy Deeney, a man worth hearing out given his talent at setting about his opponents on the pitch and in post-match interviews.

A short rough edit of the chat with the programme host just showed glimpses of the man. We found out he loves winding up the Villa because he is a Birmingham fan (and possibly because AVFC let him go after being their youth team captain). He eyes lit up at the memory of scoring three times against Villa in one season season. Deeney likes watching football with his mates and hearing different opinions about the game. He comes across as someone un-phased by the Premier League theatre.

Unfortunately, in a programme designed for late night viewing and an assumption that the viewers have short attention spans, that interview was far too brief. Why did the production team waste precious seconds with the interviewer asking for advice on how to get his own weight down? Troy Deeney politely swerved that potential minefield when I might have said “How long have you got?”

The programme promises banter, but as it only includes Premier League fans in current kit, the banter is on the same level as anyone who finds the word “bottom” worth a giggle. It didn’t even get as high as that when a Spurs fan was asked if he would dare go out with the woman next to him in the Chelsea shirt just after he had said Chelsea were his pet hate.

The next studio shot showed the girl had moved to the end of the terrace. I prayed a sudden parting of the “crowd” would open up space for a proper row between these two, but truth be told she was too tall to stand stage centre and had been blocking the timid Fulham fan’s face from camera. C4 can’t be seen to exclude minority groups and probably feared fiercely scripted letters from Putney about discrimination, so they moved the girl. It is a football programme afterall and old attitudes don’t change overnight. Could they not have just passed the Cottager over the heads to the pitchside instead?

The studio set up is so off the mark I wonder if the set designer has actually been into a PL ground. There were no seats, just a faux terrace and some very shiney people in very shiney football shirts. So all standing, no disabled section and everyone has a club shirt on and we know Geordies don’t do shirts, of any kind, (their stripes are all tattooed on to save the laundry bills).

I switched off when a presenter wearing a badly fitting dress, (filmed from a height to show how badly fitting it was at the front), was about to embark into the crowd outside Stamford Bridge to ask something I couldn’t wait to hear.

Sadly Family Guy had finished, so I went to bed.

CLP 22/09/2018

Vince – The Vince Hilaire Autobiography Released

Vince Hilaire was £85,000 and worth every penny

Many, many Pompey fans will want this book that came out in July 2018.

It has a lot about Vince Hilaire’s time at Pompey with the amazing squad that played for Alan Ball. Never has the Pompey team been so in tune with the character of Pompey supporters. We were a complete unit on the road and at home. What Bally achieved and how is a big part of this book.

It also gives an insight to the racism and bigotry Vince Hilaire faced during his career. This guy was an absolutely fantastic footballer who I could not believe ever joined Pompey. He was that good and he had some of his best playing years at Fratton Park. That he was such a winner despite the barriers he faced shows the strength of character of the man.

Vince Hilaire Pompey Hall of Fame Tribute here

More about the book from Backbite Publishing here

A must read!

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CLP 13/09/2018

“How to be a Footballer” by Peter Crouch

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Fratton Park just two stops on the carousel of Peter Crouch’s football career.

For those of you interested in books by former employees of Pompey, this one may be worth a look. It is currently half-price in Waterstones (at at 12th September, 2018), representing a saving of £10 for a hardback copy. However, this is not a book review, just my excuse to write about Peter Crouch, a player I had great respect for during his two contracts at Pompey at Championship and Premier League levels.

Crouch was originally bought by Pompey from QPR for £1.5m in 2001. It was at QPR that he had first signed as a school boy before going to Spurs as youth player and then being sold back to QPR for £50,000.  This was the first inkling that he was a player happy to move back and forth between clubs if it meant he would get a game. He later returned to Pompey after a while at Aston Villa (sold there by Pompey for £5m in 2002); via a loan trip to Norwich; a transfer to the west Hampshire club now owned 80% by Gao Jisheng;  then Liverpool who paid £7m to sign him and then back to Fratton Park for £11m in 2008. Crouchy was then transferred for £10m to Spurs. Clearly a popular worker to have been welcomed back by so many former employers.

Is there any other top league player who has been able to dance between clubs with such agility? That he also had a spell at Chelsea as a ball boy, despite supporting QPR, suggests he gives a good interview.

My first memory of seeing Crouch playing was from 4th February 2000 in the 1-1 draw away at QPR. The young centre forward proved to be a challenge for the Pompey defence that afternoon and the QPR fans protested shrilly at the rough treatment their No 9  received  at the hands, knees and elbows of player-manager Steve Claridge’s team. Despite Crouch’s spindly frame and light-weight, there was something about the timing of his jumps and his ability to hold and lay the ball off that was impressive. He did very well in the first half and was unlucky not to score, but nodded the ball down to Paul Peschisolido for the early QPR goal. The other thing that impressed me that afternoon was that he actually finished the game, showing great determination and grit despite the battering he was getting.

In the second half, before or just after Lee Bradbury’s equaliser (I can’t remember precisely), there was a tangle of limbs and Crouch fell to the ground in a pile with Darren Moore. Both players were a little off balance, QPR fans howled for a penalty and became even more incensed as the massive frame of the centre-back Moore clambered to his feet, made a slight stumble and had to kneel on Crouch’s ribcage to return to standing. Needless to say Crouch didn’t move very far for a while.

I am pretty certain that Crouch lost his effectiveness in this game at that point, but the 19 year old soldiered on. The BBC match report mentions that Crouch was lucky not to get a red card for a late tackle towards the end of the game, likely the frustration of being bullied by Darren Moore for 90 minutes finally getting to him. However, the youngster stuck it out.

I did not previously know that Peter Crouch played for Dulwich Hamlet and IFK Hassellholm on loan when first at Spurs – at least in Sweden at 6’7″ he would have felt as if he was a normal height. Apparently he went on loan with Alton Therwell to Sweden as part of a £70,000 transfer arrangement for Jon Jonsson who was wanted by Spurs. I had never heard of Alton Therwell, nor Jon Jonsson before I researched this article, so Crouch has a head start on these two when writing a book called, “How to be a Footballer.”

Other memorable moments from the career of Peter Crouch that I recall are his scoring a last minute winning penalty against us in an outrageously badly refereed FA Cup game in west Hampshire, (when Matt Taylor was so unfairly penalised for the ball hitting the point of his shoulder); two extra time goals for Pompey in Portugal in the UEFA Cup group match to send us into the group stages and some spectacular overhead volleyed goals that demonstrated his agility and gift for scoring.  42 England caps and 22 international goals to add to 100 Premier League goals underline his credentials as a talented player. Crouchy has done well for himself and his multitudes of team-mates.

Born in January 1981 and still playing at Championship level with Stoke City in September 2018, Peter Crouch has given a good crack at a playing career. I am sure his second book will provide some unique insights to the work of a modern footballer. Peter Crouch has played at enough clubs to be able to give some sound advice about how to progress in this line of employment. HIs autobiography, “Walking Tall – My Story” was published in 2007 when he was at Liverpool. I wonder if he realised then he would still be playing 11 years later?

How to be a Footballer is published by Penguin Books

CLP  12/09/2018

Craig MacGillivray at CHIPS – September 2018

Pompey’s new keeper prepares for the Shrewsbury match to kick off at his new big club.

I have not been to a CHIPS (Chichester Portsmouth Supporters) meeting for a while, but I made it out the door on time tonight and to Chichester City FC’s club house for the start.

As is usually the case, Del and Lesley with the back up of Andy G, rounded up the supporters for the meeting and Johnny Moore did his liaison bit from the club end to bring a guest. Alan Knight sent his apologies, something about attending the FA disciplinary committee – surely he is too late to appeal that harsh sending off against Leicester in the 1995 FA Cup?

There was a good turn out for Craig MacGillivray, Pompey’s new goalkeeper signed from Shrewsbury. He answered all the questions in an open and frank manner. He presented as a good natured, confident person who was relaxed talking to the club’s fans.

Having moved into the goalkeeping position on a whim in training when 16 years old with his local boys team, Craig quit the club when his manager told him he would not be picked in goal. Two reasons for that were that he was a nippy goal scoring attacker and still only 5’7″, so unable to reach the crossbar. Not an unreasonable answer for the manager to give on the face of it, but not good enough for the teenager.

Craig simply moved to a rival side in the same league and proved unbeatable, getting the green jersey (or whatever colour keepers were given) before growing to a decent height when 18.

From there Craig’s route to professional football was not straight-forward. He regularly referred to himself as being “non-league” throughout the evening. This serves to underline his delight at being paid to play professional sport on a full-time basis.

MacGillivray has had plenty of bench warming, three clubs in three years and was second choice at Shrewsbury last season as his contract ran down. This has at times been frustrating when he just wanted to play in a first XI. Yet one senses he is a player who knows what he is doing and why. This is a chance he has got in life and he is not going to let it slip. In fact he has already been to Wembley twice in his career, so he has the taste for big games and wants to play for a famous club.

The opportunity to join Pompey was unmissable for Craig and so we have a young man keen to learn, hungry to play and someone who is a winner. That feeling of being in goal and stopping everything that comes your way is pretty special and when he talked about being a goalie you could see it in his eyes, this man loves his job.

The CHIPS members left the meeting impressed by Craig MacGillivray’s attitude. The positivity around his visit was helped no end by his strong start in the number 15 shirt already this season. He is not a Billy Big Boots, but a Pompey player you feel is going to do his best because he just loves football and he won’t be wasting the opportunity Kenny Jackett has given him to prove himself.

Who knows where the move to the seaside will lead him to in his career? As was suggested, if he keeps three straight clean sheets he might play for Scotland.

Thanks to the CHIPS committee for arranging the meeting this evening.

CLP 06/09/2018

Free Transfer

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Vladimir Antonov is a man who quite a few people in PO4 would like to chat with about  Pompey’s darkest days, yet you are unlikely to run into him this side of the Russian border. However, I was delighted to see him get a mention in the current edition of Private Eye (No.1478 7th / 20th Sept, 2018).

In the magazine’s Special Report “Looting with Putin”, Mr Antonov is reported to be resident in Moscow having sneaked out of Britain in 2015, despite a successful application for extradition being placed with the UK Government by Lithuania.

The Private Eye report explains how easily it has been for money laundering and fraud to take place in the UK using supposedly reputable London firms of accountants, auditors and lawyers. The report focuses on the Russian business associates of Vladimir Putin and the London professionals who have been all too willing do business with them, despite serious doubts about the legitimacy of the roubles involved. Which is why we get an update on Vladimir Antonov’s current situation.

Private Eye announces that Mr. Antonov was ably assisted by established law firms whilst setting up his commercial operations in the UK. The most recent of whom has been London law firm Mishcon de Reya. He asked the firm to try and release his London properties from a worldwide freezing order, but they were unsuccessful.

Mishcon de Reya’s motto appears on search engines as “Business. But it’s Personal.” which given the client base of 2009, sounds a bit threatening.  I am amused to note that this expensive law firm is pushing the boundaries of punctation with the conjunction preceded by a full stop. Poor punctuation in a contract can cost a lot of money. You have been warned.  Another wry smile is elicited by the Mishcon de Reya website www.mishcon.com which starts with a film promising “Welcome to the Law of Tomorrow.” It is a shame someone did not look more closely when Mr Antonov came knocking when it was the law of today.

Our erstwhile club owner had previously used another top notch firm of solicitors, Macfarlanes to help him buy a townhouse in Notting Hill in 2009. Macfarlanes’ website www.macfarlanes.com opens with a lovely line, Clarity Helping You To Navigate Complexity. Perhaps they could have helped Pompey out when attempts were being made to untangle the complexity of Mr Antonov’s tenure here? Average property prices in Notting Hill in 2009 were around £1.3 million, but a townhouse may have set you back a bit more. Quite a sum, even if it was other people’s money, but nice to know Macfarlanes were able to grab a slice of the pie when it came to conveyancing fees.

Incidentally the €290 million missing from Snoros Bank in Lithuania that Antonov is wanted for questioning about is still not accounted for – a bit like the money Pompey was expecting from Liverpool FC for Glen Johnson.

Meanwhile, for Vladimir Antonov, despite being safe in Moscow, his property assets in London remain frozen while the allegations against him are pursued.

Private Eye  is on sale every fortnight and costs £2 from all good newsagents.

www.private-eye.co.uk

Chris Perry 06/09/2018