“If you can keep your cool when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming results on you,
If you can trust yourself when all fans moan at you,
But don’t slag them off for their moaning too;
If you can wait for an away win and not be tired by waiting,
Or talking your chances up but dealing in lies,
Or being hated, yet don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too smart, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream of an FA Cup run and not make that dream your master;
If you can imagine a 3rd Round home tie and not make gate receipts your aim;
If you can meet with floodlight failure and waterlogged disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by local journalists to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the players you rely on, on the floor broken,
Whilst the poor officials obviously don’t know the rules:
If you can make one gamble with half your weekly budget
And risk it on one big name ex-Premier League midfield boss
And see him break down on his debut, and have to think again
Or smile outwardly after their mistake causes another loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To stay behind the goal in the rain long after the others have gone,
And hold on when there is no warmth left in you
Because nobody else will shout at your winger to warn him: “Man on!”
If you can stand on the Jungle and keep your pint safe,
Or talk with Kingy—remembering the common touch,
If neither fanzines nor the Philcox chants can hurt you,
If all fans count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving half time break
With fifteen minutes worth of Non-League boardroom small talk,
Yours is the Dripping Pan and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be the chairman, my son”
With thanks to Kipling (Ruyard, not Mr) for the original words.
So T-minus 3 for the Rooks. In fifteen days time we will know our fate. 270 minutes of football. At this stage of the season every fan studies the results for hours, looking for any little chink of hope. We couldn’t have asked for a better Bank Holiday with the win at Bognor Regis Town, but now we had to do it all again. Whilst being a fan at the business end of the season can be a very nervous time, being a fan and a chairman is certainly something I wouldn’t recommend for the feint-hearted.
Of course, we had done our homework, having our opponents Met Police watched, choosing their 5-0 home win against East Thurrock United last week as the basis for our preparations. The scouting report wasn’t overly positive about their performance in that game, yet they still scored five times without reply. I’d hate to think what it would read like if they played well! Scouting reports are essential for preparation at this level. Last year I tried to explain the art of scouting opponents but at this level literally anything can happen to a player or a team in a matter of hours, so often all of that hard work goes out the window. I rang two managers I have contact details of in my phone (don’t ask why…) and got their opinion. Both had played Met Police in recent weeks, both had recorded positive results against them and both told me two completely ways that they would set themselves up against them.
The math was simple as we looked optimistically into our pints in the Marney’s Village Inn. Win here and it would take a freak set of results for us to be heading, quite literally, South next season. A draw and we would be 75% safe but a defeat? Well, that would potentially drag us down into the dark depths of the bottom of the table. We don’t mention the R word at board meetings but it is there. We can all feel it, hiding in the darkness, laughing at us when we talk about plans for next season. To paraphrase Stephen King:-
“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real. Relegation is real. They exist and they all live inside us. And sometimes they win”
Metropolitan Police 2 Lewes 0 – Imber Court – Saturday 11th April 2015
“Just bloody score Wingate” was the most popular phrase uttered during the second half of the game. A group of grown men, all huddled together looking at their mobile phone screens. I often tell me daughters off for anti-social behaviour such as this but this was different. If we all looked hard enough at the same latest score page then surely Wingate would score and our precarious position might become a little easier. Of course, the opposite happened. VCD Athletic scored again to double their lead and with it climbed out of the bottom four for the first time since September. The gap between us and the drop zone was now just 3 points.
By this point we had come to realise it wasn’t our day. Try as we might, and we did mightily try in the second half, we simply couldn’t find the Met Police net. Even the referee wasn’t playing ball, denying us a clear-cut penalty for hand ball on the hour mark. So much for the reports we had received, that suggested Hudson-Odoi looked disinterested and Reid was goal-shy. In the space of three first half minutes they combined twice to give the home side what transpired to be an unassailable lead.
We came in hope rather than expectation, enjoying the sunshine for the second away trip in six days, and once again provided a large proportion of the total attendance. In this case it was 37 fans out of a total of 85. It is hard to believe that it is still possible for Met Police to be playing in the Conference South in just a few months time, with this win doing their late play-off charge no harm at all. Yet, no more than a few dozen fans come to watch them. You can’t fault the facilities at Imber Court, although the strict rule that guests had to be wearing a jacket and tie to enter the board room (in theory you could wander in wearing shorts and flip-flops as long as you had a tie and jacket on) does seem quite formal for the confines of the Ryman Premier League. Fortunately, a board member, seeing my predicament, or mores to the point, Club Sec Kev taking the piss because he could go in and I couldn’t, came out with a plate of sandwiches for me.
Other results were OK – we are one of nine teams that could still be relegated, although three of the four sides in the drop zone can no longer catch us. Next Saturday, when the Rooks host Leatherhead looking for those vital three points, I will be in the Stadion Gorče Petrov watching Makedoniha GJP take on Vrapciste. Whilst my head will be filled with the delights of Skopje and Macedonia, my heart will be 1,500 miles away at The Dripping Pan.