Growing up I pleaded with my Dad to buy every house we saw for sale on our walk from the car parked near Plaistow tube station to The Boleyn Ground. Wouldn’t it be brilliant to live next to a football ground? I used to believe that the players spent every waking hour at the ground and probably would be a neighbour when we moved it. I couldn’t understand his reluctance to give up our nice house in the country with a big garden for a terrace house on Green Street with a sofa in the front yard.
As the years have passed my interest in living so close waned as I saw exactly what fans did in the front gardens of the houses near grounds. Of course the players didn’t live anywhere near the ground or even the fans, shudder the thought of having to mix with them. But the idea of being able to nip out of the door at 2:55pm and be back in time for the distinct sounds of Sports Report is somewhat appealing.
Whenever I travel to games overseas I always try to stay close to the stadium, not having to worry about public transport post match. I also love the idea of waking up, opening the curtains and seeing a stadium there in front of me, as I did in Bilbao back in November when I was almost in touching distance of the beautiful San Mames stadium.
Whilst it wasn’t quite in touching distance, the away trip to Greenwich Borough was one I had been looking forward to because I didn’t have to rely on any public transport or any need to drive or be driven (in the end I did use public transport and I did get a lift home) as their home ground in Middle Park Avenue was just 1.6 miles away, and with the Park Tavern at the half-way point, the meeting point for the extended Lewes Lunatic Fringe. The Park Tavern is my local, despite being a mile away (we are bereft of pubs bizarrely in this area of London) and it was confirmed that we were the largest away support they had ever seen, although our only competition was the three Belgium fans who had got off the train at Mottingham just down the road thinking it was Nottingham and were looking for the City Ground apparently.
In a week where finances in Non-League football have come under the spotlight again with the crazy situation taking another turn for the ridiculous at Billericay Town, we headed down to Greenwich Borough. It’s very hard to find out the real numbers behind virtually every club at our level and whilst we are completely transparent in publishing our budget, we still get questions from other clubs saying “but that’s not your real budget though is it?” And our answer is always the same, “yep” although of course the number we publish is the gross number, not the net one. Greenwich Borough’s entry into the Isthmian League and the investment in Gary Alexander’s squad has led to many speculating that they are the best funded squad in the league, with former Football League players such as Peter Sweeney, Bradley Pritchard, Charlie MacDonald and Glenn Wilson. Expectations are therefore high down at The DGS Marine Stadium (named after the Chairman’s shipping business) and they will be seething at the fact they let top spot slip through their fingers in the Autumn, although they’ve never fallen out of the Play-off spaces since.
Fifteen minutes before kick-off with our formation and tactics sorted, captain Lloyd Cotton put his foot down a divot on the warm-up pitch. His presence at the back cannot be underestimated. In the 19 games he has played centre-back this season, we had won 13 and drawn 3. Fortunately we had Stacey Freeman on the bench to come into the side at the eleventh hour, albeit carrying an injury himself. With the sun shining, the Rooks took to the field hoping that they would put in a South Park rather than a Godalming Town performance and move level on points with our hosts.
Greenwich Borough 1 Lewes 0 – DGS Marine Stadium – Saturday 26th March 2017
In the end this game was decided by two poor decisions, one made by Lewes’s Jack Dixon and one made by the referee. Third versus fifth and there was very to choose between the two sides at the start but by 5pm there was six points and four places – the difference between having a shot at promotion come end of April and a summer licking our wounds.
Football should always be enjoyed in the sunshine with a beer but in the first twenty minutes there was very little action on the pitch. Both sides were cancelling themselves in midfield and with the Rooks battling both with the uphill slope and the strong wind in their face, they were happy to restrict the hosts to shots from distance. Then in the space of a minute we went from attacking a corner to picking the ball out of the net.
It essentially went like this. Sow corner to far post, Freeman jumps and is penalised. Holloway takes free-kick, the bounce beats Harrington but Dixon is there to clear danger. He under-hits his back pass to Winterton and Charlie MacDonald gets in front of Stacey Freeman and drills it past the Lewes keeper. It was OK though as we would have the conditions in our favour in the second half.
The second period was dominated in my eyes by two events. Firstly the wind blew over my 1/2 full pint of Badger’s Bitter and then Stephen Okoh was blatantly taken out in the area and the referee turned a blind eye. There was no doubt that the first incident was an accident but the second was as clear a penalty as you could ever ask for. On many other occasions we would have been celebrating a spot kick but that’s football for you. Okoh then hit the bar with ten to play but that was the closest we came to scoring. At the other end Winterton was rarely troubled as Greenwich Borough professionally saw the game out to grab all three points.
The disappointment wasn’t in the manner we lost – there was very little between the two sides – but in the fact every other team challenging with us for the Play-offs won. We’d gone from fourth to seventh in the space of six days. But with games coming thick and fast against 9th, 6th, 5th and 4th in the table to come in the next three weeks, nobody was giving up.
I could have walked home, smug that I had not added anything to my carbon footprint but Baz offered me a lift. Just like living next to a ground seems like a great idea, turning down a lift to walk home was the sensible option.