Scoring A Goal Is The Best Feeling in Sport

Interview with Colin Garwood, Pompey Hall of Fame

Norfolk is a big county.  Over two thousand square miles and thinly populated.  The median age is one of the oldest in England at 46.  Unsurprisingly, unearthing football talent there is like looking for a needle on an abandoned World War II concrete airfield apron, but the county has produced a few fine players over the years.  Two of them are Barry Bridges of England and Chelsea, and Ipswich’s EUFA Cup hero, Trevor Whymark.

So, it will be no shock to discover only one Norfolk-born lad, Colin Garwood, ever made it to play for Pompey.  He enjoyed life in that compact, congested and densely populated island city on the South Coast.  He was a tremendous success playing up-front during his brief spell at Portsmouth, scoring 34 goals in just 71 matches. 

In the summer of 2023, I drove through some thunderous downpours to Downham Market to meet Colin and ask him about his playing career, particularly the period at Fratton Park.  We met at a Wetherspoon’s, where with his wife, Jill patiently listened to the umpteenth conversation about the football business, during the ninety minutes, or so of our chat.

Colin was a goal scorer.  As such, he was in demand up and down the country from the moment Peterborough United heard about him playing at just 15 years old for Heacham FC in the Eastern Counties League.

It was Colin’s dad, who wrote a letter to a director at Peterborough United.  He sent it with some match report clippings from the Lynn News & Advertiser.  This paternal initiative led to an invitation for a trial for his son.

The trial in the A team went well, Garwood scored three and his performance then and in a subsequent match, when he scored again, won him an apprentice’s contract.  Although happy to be released from school to be a full-time football apprentice, there were aspects of his new working life that proved challenging.

“Give me a ball and I would happily practice day and night, but I was not keen on the physical training side of it.  I found it boring.”

One of the principles of training, certainly pre-season, was the whole squad going for a long run.

“I was new to the first team and not keen on the running.  So, I was jogging along at the back of the line and found myself in the company of Tony Millington, the Welsh goalkeeper.  ‘You better not hang about with us old ones here.  I’ve done this enough.  You’ve just begun your career.  You better get up front.’ Millington told me in no uncertain terms.

“I made my way up the line to lead the run, setting a bit of a pace, feeling I was doing the right thing.  Grateful for the advice from Tony.  I had been heading the run for quite a while, when I heard a milk float coming up the road from behind me.  As it passed there was Tony Millington and three, or four others, sitting on the back of the float, laughing and waving at me!”

Besides the running regime, some of the sports psychology of the time would raise an eye-brow or two these days.  From Wednesday, until the pre-match warm up, Peterborough players were not allowed to train with the football.

“The thinking was players would be really hungry for the ball by Saturday afternoon, so we’d be more determined to fight for it during the match.”  The ridiculousness of the concept still bemuses him today.

By 18, Coin Garwood was ready for first team football.  He travelled on the first team bus to Dean Park, where Peterborough United were to take on Bournemouth & Boscombe Athletic Football Club.  Besides making his first team debut there, the young Garwood was made responsible for hauling about the two skips that held the team kit.  There was a pecking order, even in the first team.

“I scored on my debut.  A shot to the top left corner!” he recalls, eyes lighting up. 

“On the way back to the halfway line, I asked the referee how much time was left. We had gone 3-2 up and having scored on my debut, I was wondering if I had scored the winner too.”

The match eventually ended 3-3, with Garwood substituted, but it was an encouraging start.

Towards the end of that 1967/68 season, having retained the No 7 shirt, Garwood hit a purple patch, scoring four in the last two matches of the season. 

The local derby for The Posh is against The Cobblers of Northampton Town.  Colin is still the only player to score a hat-trick for Peterborough United against them, as he did that afternoon.  He finished the season with the opener against another relatively local opponent, Colchester United, who were demolished 1-5 at their home, Layer Road. 

When he left to the London Road club to join Oldham Athletic after the end of the 1970/71 season, he was scoring at a rate of more than a goal every other game for Peterborough.  This move from his local club would not be the last time that a club decided they could bring in some cash from moving Garwood on.

Colin was sold to The Latics for £10,000 where the player-manager at Boundary Park was Jimmy Frizzell, a left-back from Scotland.  In his first full season, Frizzell’s team won the Third Division title, with Colin Garwood and Andy Lochhead working as a classic big man / little man double-act in attack.

Mention of Oldham prompted an aside about playing Manchester United in a pre-season match.

“I arrived at Oldham and we were told that we would be playing a friendly at The Cliff, Manchester United’s famous training ground.  United still had most of their European Cup winning team from 1968.  I played right wing and I was up against their number 11, George Best.

“We lost 7-0 and Best scored five.  I am still not sure what we got out of that training match behind closed doors, but it was quite a thing to be up against Best and Bobby Charlton.”  

Colin joined Pompey from Colchester United.  He signed for what was arguably the worst team the Fratton Park fans have ever seen.  Liverpool legend, Ian St. John had been unable to galvanise an ageing squad during a desperate time for the club and Jimmy Dickinson had been asked to take on the manager’s job.

“I learned that team spirit had been terrible.  I was told that there had been lots of arguing, even fighting in the dressing room.  Good players, like Norman Piper had been there a long time and wanted out.  Some expensive players, like Paul Went, had been sold.  I was bought to replace David Kemp.” Kemp was the fans’ idol. 

In the season he moved to Carlisle, Kemp had scored 21 goals for a team destined for relegation.  Pompey fans were beside themselves with frustration.  All they had seen under John Deacon’s ownership was money spent on a team of has-beens and misfits.  It was only David Kemp who offered any hope of salvation.  To see him leave was soul destroying.

Jimmy Dickinson was the manager who signed Garwood for £20,000, of which 10% would be paid to the player, but it was the club Chairman John Deacon who made additional promises to help ease the deal to a close.  Questions about the details of this conversation re-surfaced a few weeks later, after the new Pompey player had scored on his home debut, but was still trying to complete a house purchase just outside the city.

Deacon had offered good wages and incentives, but also there had been a clear suggestion that, additional to the traditional 10% of the transfer fee of £20,000 there would be a “tax-free” payment.

This was money that Colin had planned to use as a deposit for a house in Waterlooville, but after a couple of weeks in Hampshire, there was no sign of the agreed sum.  He called a meeting with the Chairman.  Frank Burrows accompanied Garwood to the meeting with Deacon, who had brought along his wife and son.

Deacon denied that there was any more money owed, but Garwood stood his ground.  Mrs Deacon then leant forward on the table and asked quite pointedly, “Are you calling my husband a liar?”

With the new Garwood family home on the line, Burrows backed his player and eventually the tax-free money for the house deposit came through.  Colin Garwood was then able to settle down for a bit and get on with his job of scoring goals. 

I asked Colin to describe how he operated around the goal area.  The few goals of his that can be found on the Internet are all quite different.  A smart shot from the right and a fleet-footed move to collect a shot the keeper had spilled, that Garwood pushed away from his opponent, before spinning smartly to hook it back into the net.  

To these, from my own memory I can add, a lob from about 35 yards over Port Vale’s goalkeeper, Trevor Dance on a sunny afternoon at Fratton Park and a tame shot against Walsall on a filthy, cold and wet afternoon at Fellows Park, that a kneeling Ron Green let through his hands and legs in a manner that might have been classified as an own goal, so unlikely a goal it was.

“For that goal against Port Vale, I collected the loose ball, beat about five players and then chipped the keeper from 35 yards.  Frank Burrows told the press that it was worth the entrance money alone.” Garwood interjected.

All his goals seemed different, except for one factor, that of the empty space in which Garwood had found when the chance came his way.

“I can’t put it into words.  Just instinct.  You just know where to be.  Instinct.  It’s something you can’t teach.

Colin Garwood finds space to shoot again. (Picture from ‘Pompey. The History of Portsmouth Football Club.’  Published by Milestones Press Ltd. Copyright: Neasom, Cooper, Robinson 1984).

“There was another I remember, when the Rochdale keeper was rolling the ball out and I was coming back up the pitch from behind him.  I nicked it off his toe and stuck in the net.” 

There’s certainly a lot of mystery around why some players find the net so frequently, while others cannot. Whatever the magic formula is, Colin Garwood knew it at every club he played.  Which brought us around to who this nippy and sharp-witted footballer played alongside. 

Garwood is recorded in the 1971-72 Rothman’s Football Year Book, as being 5’9” and weighing 10 stone 13 lbs, relatively hefty for an athlete of that height.  Despite being only average height, where ever he went he scored goals and where ever he went he was teamed up with a big man up front. 

At Pompey he teamed up with Derek Showers, a man of impressive build and strength, but still only 5’11”.  At Peterborough his foil was six-foot Jim Hall.  At Oldham, the fearsome Andy Lochhead, another six-footer, 12 stone plus, then sometimes with Tony Hateley, who although coming to the end of his long career as a centre forward, was another over six feet tall.  At Huddersfield Town, Alan Gowling, (6’0”) attracted a lot of attention from defenders, allowing Colin Garwood again, to use his instincts to elude opponents and rack up the goals.

Garwood talks admiringly of playing alongside these men.  Lochhead he described as the hardest man in football.  He liked partnering Tony Hateley, spoke fondly of Derek Showers and Alan Gowling, in particular.  While these bigger men were trading blows with the centre backs, Garwood would be picking pockets and scoring goals.

“Scoring a goal is the best feeling in sport.  It’s even better when you score in front of The Fratton End. 

“I scored in my first home game for Pompey, a shot to the keeper’s right.  That helped get the fans on my side.  Those fans are the best!” he emphasised. 

“After matches I would go around the city with Eoin Hand.  We would go from pub to pub, drinking with fans.  They were great.  I should never have left.  I wanted to stay at Pompey.”

This was the time before players worked with agents.  Young men, with little education in a competitive market, were prey to unfair practises of older, experienced businessmen, who thought nothing of reneging on promises after getting a signature.

David Kemp talked about this aspect of being a professional footballer in Played Up Pompey Too, Neil Allen’s second of four excellent books of interviews with former Portsmouth players.

Kemp explained his decision to leave Pompey for Carlisle was a hurried decision at the end of a transfer window.  He had no advisor to help consider his options, which resulted in him missing an opportunity to play at least in Division Two, rather than simply transferring to another Division Three club, where his playing career gradually fizzled out.

Colin Garwood had some experience of moving between clubs and was not afraid to stick up for himself in negotiations, but still it wasn’t easy.

The relationships between player and the Pompey Chairman, Deacon had remained cool since those early days, although John Deacon did not get too involved with everyday matters at the club.  Until one day, Garwood was called into the manager’s office to be told he was being sold, despite being top-scorer in a team with a fair chance of winning promotion from the fourth division.

£60,000 had been paid to Bury for the signature of a promising young forward, David Gregory.  This was a significant sum of money that had to be recouped somehow.  Selling Pompey’s current top scorer, was the resolution Deacon had set on.

A trip to Exeter was destined to fail, as Garwood did not want to go there.  In fact, he did not want to go anywhere at all.  Scoring goals for Pompey was all he wanted to do.  

“I asked for silly money.  The Exeter chairman was shocked at how much I asked for and that was that.  When I got back from Devon, Deacon made a point of speaking to me.  ‘You’re going to have to agree to leave.  If not, you will never play for this club again.’ I was told.

“A meeting was set up with Aldershot, a fee was agreed, their club record £54,000 and I was offered good wages.  I was on about £400 a week at Pompey.  Everything looked set, but Pompey had still not paid all of my 10% signing on fee after my move to Fratton Park from Colchester.  I insisted that I have that before leaving.”

“I returned to Pompey, but after one more game Deacon approached me in the car park, as I was about to drive home.  ‘You’ve got to sign for Aldershot.  I have told the manager not to pick you.’  So, I decided to sign for Aldershot.

“In the days before leaving, I got sacks of letters from the Pompey fans asking and begging me to stay.  I should have stayed.”

Colin Garwood feels that Pompey was where he belonged.  He had made good friends there, loved scoring goals at the Fratton End and reiterated how much he enjoyed the support of the fans, but there was some nastiness attached to his leaving. 

“There was a big rumour that I was leaving so unexpectedly because of my supposedly having an affair with another player’s wife.  I don’t know where that came from, maybe the club put it out to cover their tracks.  It’s not true, but it’s still out there.  I even saw something online a fortnight ago that said, ‘The reason Garwood left Pompey was because of an affair.’ It’s not true.

“A few months later, Portsmouth played at Aldershot.  The attendance was nearly 12,000, with about 8,000 Pompey fans in the crowd.  They all sang my name, all through the match.  That was something.  No, I shouldn’t have gone.”

As a fan, I remember the shock at his departure.  Selling our leading goal-scorer, as Pompey battled to get out of a very competitive Division Four, was madness.  Luckily, Pompey went up on the last day of that season in the fourth automatic promotion place, on goal difference.  

“Frank Burrows was a great manager. Hard and fair.  In those days you wouldn’t see much of the manager, it was the assistant manager and coaches who led the training.  Frank had been assistant to Jimmy Dickinson, so we knew him well and when Jimmy was taken ill at Barnsley, we were able to carry on.”

Colin Garwood had been sat beside Dickinson when Jimmy suffered the heart-attack that led to the club’s post-war hero stepping down from the manager’s role.  The club difficulties were proving too much, even for Gentleman Jim.

Frank Burrows pulled things together.  He gradually recruited a new squad, using money from the sale to Brighton & Hove Albion of Steve Foster, who he had converted to a centre-back. Pompey started the 1979/80 season like a steam train, winning five matches in a row.

“Joe Laidlaw was unstoppable as captain and Peter Mellor was the keeper.  There was Alan Rogers on the wing and Terry Brisley.  Nearly everyone was scoring goals.  It was a tremendous team to play in.”  Eventually they scraped into the final automatic promotion place on the last afternoon of the season, without Garwood.

Joe Laidlaw and Terry Brisley weighing into an aerial attack.

(Picture from ‘Pompey. The History of Portsmouth Football Club.’

Published by Milestones Press Ltd. Copyright: Neasom, Cooper, Robinson 1984).

Garwood wasn’t able to join the celebrations in front of the Portsmouth Guildhall, but he collected the Division Four Golden Boot having finished the 1979/80 season as leading scorer for both Pompey and The Shots.  It was some consolation for missing out on the party on the south coast.

The move to Aldershot was a real eye-opener for Garwood.  The first match was away at Preston North End.  After the team had checked in, Joe Jopling asked if Garwood was coming out for a drink with some of the other players.  Garwood was astounded. 

“We had a game the next day.  Frank Burrows would have murdered any of us who had gone out on the town the night before a game.  At Peterborough I would only go out on a Friday night, but only as far as visiting Tony Millington where we would have a quiet game of cards.  That was our pre-match evening entertainment. I would never have dreamt of doing what the Aldershot lads did.

“They all had at least five pints that Friday night, then went to Deepdale the next afternoon and won.  This wasn’t the way I was used to doing things.”

His career moved along, goals continued to go in, but at 32 years of age, with thoughts about his football career coming to an end, Colin signed for Boston United, which is on the opposite side of The Wash to Heacham, where his career had begun.

“I had just signed for Boston when I got a call from Malcolm MacDonald and Ray Harford, who had taken over the management roles at Fulham.  They called too late, I had already committed to Boston.  I wonder what might have been, had I known of their interest.”

Under the leadership of MacDonald and his coaches, Fulham built a reputation for quick-passing, attacking football.  They were a joy to watch.  Visiting Fratton Park, they scored four goals twice in two consecutive seasons.  A four-all draw and a four-nil win.  Their team was built to score goals and must have been very exciting to play in.  They just missed out on promotion to Division One, having won promotion from the third division the year before.  Colin Garwood wonders what might have been had he not signed for The Pilgrims.

A short spell as team manager in non-league with Wisbech Town after finishing playing proved to Garwood that he did not have the heart to be a manager, or coach.  It was a part-time role, that he tried to fill on top of the day jobs he tried, which included forklift driving. 

“Without wishing to be rude,” he said, “It is hard to coach players who can’t do what you could.  Just concentrating on the basics didn’t interest me.  They weren’t able to do the stuff that I had learned.  It was too much for them.” Garwood admitted.

He had been in fulltime football since the age of 15 and adjusting to Civvy Street was not easy. 

“I found it hard to not be playing anymore.  I had it quite tough, but not as tough as some.”

He’s a modest man, but he doesn’t mind talking about making a living as a footballer and the pleasure he got from being successful.

For Colin Garwood, after the dalliance with management in non-league football, he stepped away from football.  He still enjoys attending player reunions arranged at Peterborough and Portsmouth, but a career highlight was yet to come.

“One of the best days of my life was when I was invited to join the Pompey Hall of Fame.  It was wonderful to be called about that honour.  It was more than 30 years since I had scored my first goal at the Fratton End.”

Here was a man who had won the Third Division Championship under Jimmy Frizzell at Oldham Athletic, a significant achievement for that club, but who felt being recognised at Pompey for his part in a vital promotion, decades previously, was something extra special.

It was an absolute delight to meet Colin and his wife Jill, to hear about his football adventures.  I sense that he has many more stories to share.

Although only at Fratton Park for a brief spell, few players have made such a strong impression.  If you watched Pompey at any time in the period from 1977 to 1980 you were highly likely to have seen him Colin Garwood score for the club.  He was much loved because of his eye for goal, but the feeling was mutual. 

He closed our conversation with a heart-felt re-iteration, 

“Pompey fans, they’re the best.  The best!” 

Maybe Pompey fans get a bit blasé about hearing such compliments from former players, but when you meet a player who has earned his living around the leagues, has enjoyed success on anybody’s terms, it does make you proud to be a Pompey fan.

~

Chris Perry

19th July 2023

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

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

Season’s End

16A1E6D1-891D-46B0-A80A-439EEF5BCDE5.jpegAt last wind from the sea is welcome.

Dust not leaf litter blows along gutters

Pollarded beech trees add leafy tints

to Frensham Road.

 

The movement of people is looser

in summer shorts, blue shirt tops,

although blue and white of Pompey scarves

is still worn despite cricket weather heat.

 

Excitable sons gambol alongside

long-striding men looking ahead

to August,

ignoring twelve mid-year weeks,

while grandads show gentle interest,

kindly coaxing little lads back

onto root-lifted pavements,

answering high-pitched questions about who might play

and why another favourite won’t

and this and that and, and, and…Grandpa?

 

A block-shaped car

is parked particularly precisely,

a wheeled chair is removed,

unfolded, locked into shape

and careful, strong-gripped manoevres

position a determined animated,

colourfully dressed fan,

safe into place, ready to roll

to sit in concreted shade,

where eyes sharpened,

alight to athletic movement

on mown patterns, across white lines

pitched between flag-marked corners,

watch keenly every detail of pre-match

preparation and ritual.

 

Contrast from the shadowing South Stand,

marks near black on brilliant green,

cuts so sharp that momentary

sight loss flickers in eyes squinting

to adjust as they chase

colours, given stronger tone

by Sun set high with a perfect seat,

but who has to drag herself reluctantly away out west

before the final whistle,

but only after pouring one last gulped pint

of welcome warmth

into sun-glassed faces.

 

Impenetrable bright sky, sets off the scene in blue hue not seen inland,

so blue that stars behind become anxious

they will not get on to play tonight.

 

Wide-winged gulls’ cries of the sea are drowned at birth,

over-whelmed, engulfed in waves of voices,

by microphoned, amplified announcements,

strong rhythms, clapping, chants and songs.

 

For some this is the last match.

No substitute will step in when they get pulled from the pitch.

Some will know their part near played up,

others will depart the game in shock,

their removal a surprise to all.

 

Unfair, unwarned and fiercely questioned,

why did they get The Manager’s call?

Yet another sign of unfathomable tactics.

 

Next season, last game in fresh May

their names will be on the lips

of the man who reads The List

of those who once so happily

trooped along to Fratton Park.

 

 

CLP 05/05/2018

Dedicated to Albert Perry “Grampy”