The winner takes it all….

At the start of the 2008/09 season few people who followed football at the Conference level would have thought that the destination of the championship would come down to the final two weeks of the season.  AFC Wimbledon were always seen as the team to beat this year.  Their remarkable rise up through the non-league pyramid is not going to be discussed here, as thousands of words have already been written about them and I cannot do the progress of the club justice.  Their support has been immense and wherever they have travelled to this season they have taken literally thousands of fans with them.  Back in early February they seemed to have the league sewn up, with a healthy lead but then came the wobbles.  At the same time the form of a couple of other teams started to improve and all of a sudden we had a championship race on our hands.

Two weeks ago Welling United, my local team , went to Wimbledon’s (well Kingstonians) ground and beat them 1-0.  Hampton & Richmond Borough took full advantage and pulled within three points with a game in hand.  That game was a week later, away at Chelmsford City, themselves in the play off places.  Hampton lost 3-2 and thus missed a chance to go level at the top.  Since then they have matched each other result for result meaning that with two games to go only three points separated the two sides.  AFC Wimbledon’s goal difference is far superior but it doesn’t escape the fact that the meeting of these two teams is the game of the season in the Blue Square South.

Hampton & Richmond Borough Football Club to give them their full name are managed by a legend.  Alan Devonshire, Devo to us West Ham fans may not be the same slim tricky winger that he was in the 1980 FA Cup Final but he sits up there with the likes of Sir Trevor, Julian Dicks and Billy Bonds as one of the best players ever to pull on the claret and blue of the Hammers.  The team he played in between 1977 and 1987 was one of legend.  Under John Lyall, West Ham rose from the old 2nd Division, winning the FA Cup versus Arsenal, and taking the legendary Liverpool team of Dalglish, Rush, Hansen and Avi Cohen to a replay in the League Cup final to within 90 minutes of winning the old First Division in 1986.  Devonshire was one of the reasons for the sustained success of the club.  Think of a modern day Cristiano Ronaldo, without the diving and hair gel, and you will get a picture of the influence Devo had on the Hammers.  His speciality was to run at pace at full backs into the penalty area so their only choice was to bring him down.  With such a prolific penalty king in the team as Ray Stewart (averaging over a dozen goals from full back a season and with a penalty success record in the high 90%’s) West Ham’s lethal weapon produced result after result.

After a period managing Maidenhead United, Devonshire arrived in South West London in the summer of 2003 with the club recently renamed from Hampton FC and sitting in the Ryman’s First Division.  In his first season Devonshire steered the club to promotion, beating Leatherhead on the last day of the season.   The next few years were supposed to be a period of consolidation for the club but Devonshire was convinced the team could continue its progress up the pyramid. They finished runners up in the play offs in 2006 and the following year they fought a fierce battle with Bromley before a victory in April 2007 against Slough Town ensured the title went to Devonshire’s team.

In their first season in the Blue Square South the club exceeded all expectations in reaching the Play Off’s after finishing in 3rd place. Unfortunately, Eastbourne Borough beat them in the final and they had to be content with a further season at this level – but for how much longer?  This season started with a high profile friendly with West Ham United in front of over 3,000 fans and has continued with some excellent results, none more so than the team’s form at home. But with just one home game left against their biggest rivals the team required one final bit of Devonshire magic to rise to the next level.

So after my morning flight back from Munich I headed down to the former home of Henry VIII for what was to be the biggest clash in the area since Cardinal Wolseley told Henry that “a bit on the side was simply not on”.  The sun was shining brightly when I landed at lunchtime at Stansted, and at 2pm I found a parking space close to Hampton station and walked through the Wimbledon crowds to the ground.  Picking up my press pass I saw that I was amongst company with journalists attending from virtually every major newspaper hoping to catch first hand AFC’s promotion party.

It was obvious that 75% of the crowd were Dons fans.  At the far end of the stadium the shallow terrace was full some 50 minutes before kick off, and the home end was swelled with away fans as well.  The lowest gate of the season at the Beveree had been just 78 fans for a county cup game, and the crowd was barely above 500 for their last league game but it was obvious that this was their cup final.

Hampton & Richmond Borough 1 AFC Wimbledon 1 – The Beveree – Saturday 18th April 2009 3pm

The legend...

The legend...

The first bit of chaos was caused by the referee.  It was announced that there would be a minute’s silence for a local fan who died recently as well as in memory for those who died at Hillsborough some twenty years previously.  Both sets of players lined up around the centre circle and the referee blew his whistle.  The crowd thought this was to signify the start of the silence, but it was in fact to call the captains together for the toss.  That over with he blew his whistle again to start the silence, only for the crowd to break into applause thinking that was the end of it.  Confused he blew again and half of the crowd realised what had happened but it was too late and the moment had passed, so the game commenced.

Within thirty seconds AFC should have taken the lead.  A break down the left hand side saw the ball go to the far post but AFC’s Dwane Lee struck his shot against the post.  Both teams were committed to the extreme and in a frenetic first period five players needed treatment, including the Wimbledon goalkeeper who was caught late by Hampton’s Ian Hodges which resulted in the first yellow card of the game.   Chances were few and far between and I spent my time for the main part behind the Hampton goal, listening to the home fans urge their team on.  On the thirty minute mark I moved to the main stand where I had a press seat.  Behind me sat a man who could only be described by the term ”blinkered”.  He was with his wife/girlfriend who had absolutely no interest in the game and spent most of her time focusing on anything apart from the game.  Mr Blinkered would get up and shout abuse at any Hampton player when in range, referring to any of them as “dirty, dirty Hampton”.  I have no problem with passionate support of a team but he could see absolutely no wrong in the way AFC were playing.  I suppose after watching so many games as a neutral I have become conditioned to seeing the good and bad in every team, including my own, when I watch them.  He wasn’t alone in his abuse of his hosts (he was sitting in the Hampton seats after all) and some of the comments were not only out of order but distasteful in a stand full of children and guests.

Half time entertainment is hit and miss at the lower league level but here it was first class – not that it was designed to be.  One of the Wimbledon fans climbed up on the fence behind the goal to try and tie their huge flag up.  He got one side up before being spotted by the stewards who pounced in numbers and all of a sudden a major incident with police arriving ensued.  After a good ten minutes of negotiating where the fan obviously promised he wouldn’t climb up again, one of his mates jumped up on the other side of the fence and the flag was flying much to the bemusement of the stewards who were unaware what had happened behind their back.

A goal less first half suited Wimbledon more who knew that a point would almost certainly give them the title and promotion to the Blue Square Conference.  However, Devonshire had obviously seen a weakness in the AFC back line and his team started playing the ball long to the wings, winning possession and then launching long throw ins into the box.  This almost lead to the first goal just after half time but a sharp save from the Wimbledon keeper Pullen stopped Hampton taking the lead.  However the goal was going to come and on 67 minutes it finally arrived as some sloppy marking allowed Hampton’s midfielder Francis Quarm the freedom of the penalty area before his low shot beat the keeper.  The goal was met with as much abuse from the Wimbledon fans as it was with cheers from the home fans.  Mr Blinkeredlead another chant of “dirty, dirty Hampton” but by now nobody was listening.

Wimbledon’s manager Terry  Brown made some changes to energise his team and Jon Main came close on 70 minutes with a great shot from outside the box.  Two minutes later it was the turn of Elliott Godfrey to come close as his shot took a wicked deflection but was well saved by Hampton’s Lovett.  The keeper was the hero again when he made a point blank save in the seventy ninth minute from a header in the six yard box.  But with the ninety minutes almost up AFC launched another break down the left.  Hampton’s centre back John Scarborough raced over to clear but collided with full back Fernandes in a sickening challenge which was obvious to the crowd and Hampton players that he was seriously hurt.  The ball had gone out for a throw in and was thus dead, but the referee inexplicably allowed Wimbledon to take the throw in whilst two defenders lay on the floor.  The ball was pinged into the box and Jon Main rose unmarked (as Scarborough was his marker) to head home.  Queue the wild celebrations all around the pitch and stands.  Mr Blinkered went wild, pushing his wife/girlfriend out of the way and jumping into an embrace with a large bloke whose trousers fell down.  Good to see him get his priorities right.

The Hampton players went mad, harranging the referee to try and find out why he failed to stop the game.  Sitting just in front of me was the referee’s assessor who shook his head in disbelief and started writing copious notes.  The game was held up for over five minutes and eventually Scarborough left on a stretcher with a huge gash in his thigh which had been plastered over as much as the physio could muster.  Devonshire was very concerned and took off around the pitch to see if he could find out how his player was.  The incident had taken the wind out of the Hampton sail, and with the seven minutes of injury time up the referee blew his whistle and off went Mr Blinkered and his trouserless friend onto the pitch along with a thousand or so Wimbledon fans as they celebrated almost certain promotion.  Yes – they have still won nothing.  Technically a heavy (7/8 goals) defeat next week and a win by the same margin for Hampton at Maidenhead would see them claim the title (it is actually still possible for Eastleigh in 3rd to win it but they would have to catch up 27 goals in one game).  However, there is no doubt that a club of their size and support should be playing in a higher league.  Interestingly enough you can draw parallels with the Italian league and the collapse of Fiorentina back in the late 1990′s and Napoli more recently.  The Italian FA decided to by pass a few leagues for the newly formed Fiorentina and Napoli sides, promoting them for “Sporting Reasons”.  Hard to see that ever happening here but you can be sure that a club with such momentum behind them will not settle for a place in the Conference for long.

After half an hour I caught up with Devonshire.  He had calmed down, but was still visibly upset about the decision.

- “So Alan, thirty minutes after the final whistle – how do you feel?”
- “Angry.  Angry that one of my boys was badly hurt, the ball was dead but the referee allowed play to go on”

- “Where do you go from here?  Have you had an explanation from Mr Mason (the ref)?”
– “No – he refuses to talk to me about the decision”
- “So it looks like the Play Offs for Hampton this season.  Is that disappointing having come so close?”
- “We had a plan for this season, and we reached the final last season.  Obviously we could see the chance of the title but I am proud of my players.  This is a smashing little club and I love it here.  We will continue to fight and try and move up”

- “As a West Ham fan for all of my life, how did the pressure of the game today compare to the pressure before the 1980 Cup Final against Arsenal for instance? I remember that game as a 10 year old”
– “Blimey – that makes me feel old (a smile from Devo at this point) but its different types of pressure.  As a manager I know I can only do so much and once that whistle sounds its up to the players.”

“West Ham drew by the way – do you still look out for their results?”
– “They drew?  Who scored? (Diego Tristan) Good result.  They were my one major club so I have a real soft spot for them obviously”

- “Thanks for your time Alan – it’s been a pleasure.”
- “Thank you for coming today and please come back again next season”

So there we have it – AFC Wimbledon are all but up but I can see next season will be a struggle for them unless they invest in the squad.  Their huge support was passionate but a small number didn’t behave in a way that I would have expected based on the spirit of the club.  I was made awre later about the history between the two teams and this may explain a few things.  However, no team’s support is perfect and I wish them well in the Conference next season.  Whereas Hampton just confirmed what I already knew – a nice club run by nice people in a nice setting.  I know who I will be supporting for the final promotion place in the play offs.

The main stand straddles the half-way line. Wooden benches originally provided seating but seats acquired from two grounds later replaced these: Granleigh Road (Leytonstone), and Plough Lane (Wimbledon). On one side of the stand is a large covered terrace providing cover for 800 spectators and on the other side is an uncovered terrace. The dugouts are on the opposite side of the ground where there is limited standing as there is behind one goal.Behind the other goal is the Alan Simpson Stand. Named after the club president ­the writer of Hancock’s Half Hour and Steptoe and Son – this stand holds 100 fans. There is some open terracing to either side. This end also has the clubs dressing rooms and the Hammonds Social Club. In this corner are the turnstiles – a further import to the ground as they previously saw service at nearby Hurst Park racecourse until its closure in the early 1960s.

Thanks to Stuart Croll for the above information from his BBC article.

How to get to the Beveree
If you are driving from outside London then you should exit the M25 at the M3 Junction and head
towards Central London. Come off at Junction 1 (Sunbury) and follow signs for A308 Kingston (third exit) and follow road past Kempton Park race course. After approximately 2 miles turn left into High Street, then immediately left into Station Road. The entrance to Beveree is in Beaver Close, which is 200 yards on the right and there is street parking further up the High Street.

If you are coming by train you should come from Richmond (or Waterloo) to Hampton and then simply follow Station Road to the east to the ground which is less than a ten minute walk and passed a number of decent pubs.

How to get a ticket for the Beveree
Whilst the ground has a small capacity sell outs (up until the game with Wimbledon) have been unheard of. However, if the club do make it into the Blue Square Premier then a number of games (Luton Town, Oxford United, Woking and York City to name but a few) will sell out.  Tickets can currently be bought on the phone by calling 020 8941 2838.  Ticket prices for the 2008/09 season were £10 for Adults and £5 for Concessions.

For more details on Hampton & Richmond Borough FC, and what a thoroughly nice club it is read Danny Last’s blog posting from his recent trip to the ground at EFW.

About the Beveree
The Beveree, which is often shortened to ‘the Bev’, has been the home of Hampton FC since 1959. It is situated in Beaver Close, off Station Road in the heart of Hampton village hence why it gets its unusual name. It has a total capacity of 3,350, with 362 of this being seated and 1000 in covered terracing. On 11 October 2005, that capacity was tested with a record crowd of 2,520 turning out for an Isthmian League match between Hampton & Richmond Borough and AFC Wimbledon.  At the start of the 2008/09 West Ham brought a full team squad down to the Beveree for a friendly and the crowd was over 3,000 although that record was likely to be broken with a 3,000+ crowd for the game on the 18th April 2009.In June 2006, work began on transforming the clubhouse and changing rooms at the Beveree into a more modern facility. Work was completed by the end of Summer, and the new look clubhouse was officially opened by FA Chief Executive, Brian Barwick, on 26 August 2006.

The ground is named after that large house (now a preparatory school) that still overlooks it today, and in whose grounds the pitch was first laid out. Hampton moved from Hatherop Road to The Beveree in 1959 when they acquired the lease of this attractively situated ground on the north bank of the River Thames.  The first couple of years were spent using the old stables as changing rooms and this sufficed until 1962.

Bavariations on a theme

Hands up who could place Augsburg on a map of Europe?  Come on honestly…no cheating at the back looking on the T’internet….And why dear reader do you think I am writing about them?  Well there are three reasons for this Friday night post.

1. I am in Munich for the day on a business trip and have an overnight stop, and as good timing would have it (;-)), there is a Bundesliga 2 match on close by;

2. I am ticking off the biggest stadiums in Germany and this would represent the last but one in the 30,000+ group (leaving just 1899 Hoffenheim’s new Neckar Stadium);

3. FC Augsburg’s Roseneustadion was hosting its final few games before the club moved to a new stadium for the start of the 2009/10 season;

Augsburg is located around 30 miles to the west of Munich in the heart of Bavaria.  It is the third largest city in the state, behind Munich and Nuremburg.  It can trace its origins back to 15BC and became one of the main Roman Garrison towns in Northern Europe.  Today the city is home to nearly 270,000, growing by around 2% per annum as more and more companies set up in and around the city.  Famous sons of the city include Mozart (not Wolfgang but his father Leopold), Rudolf Diesel (creatoer unsurprisingly of the Diesel engine) and Bernhard Langer, one of the best golfers of the modern era.

I had nearly come to Augsburg once before.  In 2001 Mrs Doubtfire was turning 30 and wanted one last big boys trip before he was shackled to domestic bliss so he suggested the Oktoberfest in Munich, the world’s biggest beer festival.  We booked our trip for the 18th September 2001 and as anyone who has tried to book travel to this event will know trying to get accomodation for 2 is bad enough, but for 16 of us it was a real problem.  Despite going in midweek we could not find any hotels in the city who didn’t want to charge us £250 per night each so we looked further afield and found accomodation in Augsburg.  It would mean an hour trip each way but at least we had a bed for the night.

A week before we were due to travel events unfolded in New York and Washington that a few words here would not do justice, but the knock on effect is that hotel bookings in Munich were cancelled en-mass by our American cousins meaning that we were able to pick up a 4 star hotel within stumbling distance from the fairground for £50 per night.

So after a day of lecturing my German colleagues on the importance of Customer Experience in Munich I was off to the Roseneustadion for the Friday night game between FC Augsburg and VfL Osnabruck – a real end of season mid table clash in the Bundesliga 2.  The home team have been getting used to playing at this level for a couple of season after spending most of their history in the lower tiers of German regional football.  They have never played in the top division, coming very close in 1974 when they missed out on promotion on the last day of the season by 1 point.

At the turn of the century the club’s major backer pulled out and the DFB revoked their professional licence, sending them down to the Oberliga.  They have worked their way back up the league structure, gaining promotion again in 2007 to the Bundesliga 2, but almost going straight back down again, staying up on goal average at the end of the season.  So this season’s mid-table finish is seen as progress for a team that still gets nearly 20,000 on a regular basis.  More importantly at the end of May the club will wave goodbye to their current stadium, to move into a “mini-Allianz Arena”, already named the Impuls Arena (still trying to work out if this is the same Impulse as the female body spray – if so it is a very strange choice) and located ajacent to the A17 in the south of the city.

The Roseneustadion is a classic European ground.  Built for neither comfort or joy, it is very similar in style to the Olympic Stadium in Munich with high banks of terracing opposite one covered stand, and an athletics track seperating the fans from the action.  The Stadium was built after World War 2 using rubble from damaged buildings and it opened in 1951.  The record attendance at the stadium was in 1952 when over 64,000 squeezed in to watch Germany play Switzerland.  With new stadiums popping up all over the place in Germany the club realised the only way forward was for the construction of a new stadium and work started in January 2006.

The visitors on this Friday night were VfL Osnabruck from the Lower Saxony region in north Germany.  Their history is almost identical to Augsburg, floating around the lower leagues before a few brief flirtations with the Bundesliga 2.  They were promoted in 2007 and last season finished in 14th place, very similar to the position they find themselves in this season.  Apart from their unique purple and white kit there is very little else that distinguishes the club and on paper this game had bore draw written all over it.

Whilst Augsburg were relatively safe at this late stage in the season their form had been woeful since Christmas as they had gained just five points from a possible return of thirty. If it wasn’t for a run of five consecutive wins prior to Christmas they would be right in the sauerkraut. The visitors predicament was even worse though as they sat just one point above the relegation zone coming into this game, with both Hansa Rostock and FC Ingolstadt 04 on their shoulders. 

So after a hard days slog in our luxurious Munich office I headed to Augbsurg, just forty minutes away by train from Munich. I am still puzzled by these 6pm Friday night games – surely people have jobs to do? Even if it is for a TV audience who is home from work in time to watch the games? However, every game I have been to at this time has been well supported, and this one was no exception. I still had little idea where the stadium was in relation to the main station so on exiting the train I simply followed the crowds of scarf wearing fans onto a bus and less than ten minutes later I was outside the stadium with my ticket in hand. You can see why the team are planning on moving to a new stadium. The Rosenau is built in a natural bowl and as I entered the ground I was at the back of the open air bank of terracing, which was full in places. The main “bank” curved up steeply and had a section of seating sandwiched between terraces. The seats were hardly luxurious – simple bucket seats bolted onto the terrace steps, but the views were good simply because the terrace was so steep. After a customary beer (or three) and sausage (or four)I took my seat on the terrace just in time for the start of the game.

FC Augsburg 3 VfL Osnabruck 0 - The Roseneustadion – Friday 17th April 2009 – 6pm

An old fashioned ground

An old fashioned ground

Osnabruck were sporting a fetching shade of brown and whilst their fifty or so fans tried to rouse the team, the colour of the shirts matched the brightness of their play. For the first fifteen minutes neither side grabbed hold of the game although it was clear that the Osnabruck goalkeeper Tino Berbig looked unsure of himself every time he came for the ball. However, in their first real attack on goal, the away team nearly took advantage of a three on two attack but the final ball was intercepted and less than ten seconds later the ball was in the back of their net as Augsburg finally beat the offside trap and the unselfish Andrew Sinkala squared the ball to Michael Thurk when he could have so easily scored himself to make it 1-0.

As the sky darkened with heavy looking clouds, fans started to migrate to the back of the stand for refreshments and a bit of cover from the impeding rain. With a few minutes left in the half the home team doubled the lead when the dangerous Werner dispossessed the Osnabruck defender on the touchline and crossed the ball through the goalkeeper’s dive in vain and it appeared to be turned into the net by a Osnabruck defender, although Thurk claimed the goal as his own. So 2-0 to Augsburg at half time was a fair reflection, and the prospects for Osnabruck looked at bleak as my chances of staying dry in the next fifteen minutes.

With the rain pouring down at half time I was amazed to see so many fans going home, and with the gates left wide open their places were being taken by groups of youngsters. However, the efficient stewards obviously knew of this ruse and whilst they got into the stadium, without a ticket they could not get onto the terraces.

The second half started with the home team going for a third from the referees whistle. Whilst the away team made tactical changes that gave them more penetration going forward you had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be their day. On one of their foray’s into the Augsburg penalty area, the away team were convinced they should have had a penalty but the referee waved play on, Augsburg broke and when a hopeful ball was played through Osnabruck goalkeeper Berbig again misread the situation and in one of those “end of season comedy DVD moments” the ball bounced over his head as he rushed out to head it away, leaving him stranded and Michael Thurk the simple job of walking the ball into the empty net and thus securing his hatrick, three points and almost safety for the home team.

So I was off again at the final whistle, back to my Munich hotel room. As I walked back to my hotel near the station I passed “SexyLand” – home of the “NonStop Video Caberet – closed 1am to 10am” and memories of my first ever trip to this wonderful city in 2001 came flooding back. On that occasion I was here to watch Bayern Munich play Real Madrid in the Champions League in a game that was Lother Matthaus’s last game for Bayern with Pete Gray and SexyLand seemed to crop up in a number of scrapes we got into during our 24 hours in the city – but that story is for another day. For now it was sleep before my onward journey to South West London for the most anticipated game of TW12′s season.

About the Roseneustadion
The stadium was built from 1949, using debris from the aerial bombings of the Second World War. The original plans for the stadium however go back to 1926.The Rosenaustadion was opened on 16 September 1951 with a Germany versus Austria football match, a B-international, drawing a crowd of 51,000.

The record attendance of FC Augsburg dates from 1973 with the game against the 1. FC Nuernberg with 42,000 spectators. The highest attendance at a football game was nearly 65,000 spectators on 9 November 1952 with the international match Germany – Switzerland although the actual record for an event was in 1958 when 85.000 came to see the athletics team of Germany defeating the Russian team. The record crowd for the home side FC Augsburg is 45,000, which attended the game in the Regionalliga Süd versus 1. FC Nuremberg on 3 August 1974.

The stadium is showing its age today. Three open air stands with seating set back from the pitch due to the athletics track means most of the crowd are exposed to the elements, which can be harsh in the winter time.

How to get to the Roseneustadion
The stadium is walkable from the main station although Streetbus (Strassenbahn) number 1 runs to Polizeprasidum close to the stadium.  If you chose to walk then turn right out of the station and walk down to Konigsplatz.  Turn right here into Hermanstrasse and follow this as it becomes Gogginerstrasse.  Take the fifth right into Ulrich-Hofmaier Strasse and the ground is at the end of this road.

If you are driving you will likely approach from the Autobahn A8 (Munich-Stuttgart), so take the “Augsburg-West exit. This puts you on the B17 highway, and take the “Stadion exit”.  Parking is signposted from here.

How to get a ticket for the Roseneustadion
With only a few games left at the old stadium expect tickets to be in short demand.  They can be booked in advance via the club’s website but will need to be collected on the day of the game from the ticket office at the stadium.  Ticket prices range in price from €9.90 for a standing place behind the goal to €30.80 in the covered Tribune.  The SouthWall, the large uncovered bank of seating offers excellent views of the action and costs €15.40.  On a matchday tickets can be purchased from the ticket booths at the east and west sides of the stadium.  Ticket prices for the Impuls Arena have not yet been announced.