In the Autumn of 2016 I met up with some old school friends and I asked one who was already retired what he did. “I empty the dishwasher” was his reply. My mouth dropped and I quizzed him to give me the real answer, but he didn’t change his words. My heart sank, not just for him but for my impending retirement in the following February. I had to find another answer and a purpose to move forward in a new chapter of my life.
If you are looking for a career move people often advise you to turn a hobby into a business. I wasn’t skilled enough in pottery, painting, woodwork etc to turn to one of those, yet one thing I have done all of my life is to enjoy watching football. I have a vague recollection of attending matches when I was five at St Albans City, then like now members of the Isthmian League, and in my first season finishing bottom. I remember that the terrace behind the York Road goal was of wooden sleepers, filled in with ash and at that time frequented by many fans who were smokers. It was fun to get some discarded cigarette ends on to which I piled some litter and managed to get some smoke. My fun was ended by a clip round the ear and I never did that again.
I had previously thought about writing a blog and Non- League football seemed a good place to start, but I lacked the computer knowledge and was fearful to get started. At school and in life my English, especially spelling, had always been an achilles heel, however spell check was now there to remedy this. If you knew me you would not be surprised how many times there are words underlined in red when I write each post. In depth computer knowledge was also not a strong point, however research soon led me to ‘WordPress’ which seemed to be the leader as a blogging tool and I found that it was not so daunting to set one up.
Wow, here I go I thought, but I needed a name and I spent days thinking of the most catchy name in the world, that didn’t materialise, and I couldn’t get ‘notonthepools’ out of my head. I finally managed to ditch that and landed with ‘payonthegate’. payonthegate to me is something that you do at Non-league games although even here pre-booked tickets are creeping in.
Fear was now my biggest obstacle and those first few blogs were daunting. Very few read what I had published at first which luckily didn’t kill my determination to continue, or reduce the number of games I was going to. What now took over was the enjoyment of the endless research, planning and watching matches. Obsesion, some close to me would call it, however it gave me purpose, a need to use my brain, travel to new horizons and a sense of community. Its not just the football, but, the history, the future, the place and the people. To go to football matches in the lower echelons of our national game you soon realise there would be no matches without the dedication of small groups who keep clubs alive. The lady who seemed to run the whole show at LLangollen, the groundsman at Baslow who found time to stop cutting the grass to explain who played there, the lady at Lancaster who facilitated me to get in the ground with no cash, and many more.
What has also been an eye opener are the friendly people I have met, ‘Miserable Les’, his stage name, at Esh Winning, who I chatted to for the whole game, shared a cup of tea at halftime, and I think I can remember the score was 1-1, it didn’t matter. In the away seats at Hereford two guys of a similar age sat with me and talked me through a whole history of Kings Lynn FC, the current team and why the club needed a shake up. We were then kept in the ground , with about 20 others, by the local police for our own safety? I was ambushed by a group of mature fans at CD National FC on Madeira, where I found that although there were no allocated seats they always sat where I was. How we managed to communicate this, with them not speaking any English, and me not speaking any Portuguese, was amazing. They decided to adopt me into their clan and at very goal they scored we hugged, high fived and laughed.
I always feel at home in the clubhouse of Staveley Miners Welfare FC, on a cold day its warm, the food ids good and most importantly there is real sense of community something you find in many clubhouses or on the terraces even when the crowd is only small. Travel is also one of the rewards, watching football next to the ruins of Berwick Castle with the sea as a backdrop, seeing the FIFA recognised pitch on the Isle of Eriksay, covered in sheep droppings, watching Clachnacuddin in Inverness and seeing if the support at Verona was as Tim Parks described in his book ‘My Year With Verona’, it was.
I have also, always enjoyed watching the trends of teams rising and falling within the pyramid system and how new teams are formed. Guernseys emergence in the Non – League pyramid has led to teams from the Isle of Mann and Jersey to follow suit, Loughborough Students have paved the way for more University teams to climb the ladder and the recent rise of teams based on Academies or Academy Colleges. Its also great to see some of the older clubs that have drifted down regroup and succeed such as Oldham, Rochdale, York and Bury. Some clubs have grown based on the income that they can make on hiring their artificial pitch and others through community. Clapton FC are well embedded in their locality, St Albans City, Dulwich Hamlet and Hallam, as examples, have made their games and grounds destinations to meet up with friends and family along with the match.
As you continue writing and presenting your blog you make changes to style and layout which is often driven by the research you do. One inspiration has been ‘The Scottish Football Quarterly’, Nutmeg. This is a fantastic read if you want to know what is going on in all aspects of their game, it is not centred on the top teams as you would expect but everyone. It is also so well written and edited that it inspires and gives me confidence to continue. Talking of continuing, I set a goal of 500 blogs or ten years to finish and now reaching the first of those, and with just over a year to go to ten years, I have decided to hang on in there. It’s much more rewarding than emptying the dishwasher.
At the end of each of my match posts I report on the chips, if they are available. People in football talk about the pies, so I decided to review chips. This may not have helped my waist line or health but often they were enjoyable, except for those left on an EFL grounds terrace after just 3 chips, sorry about leaving them on the terrace but there were no bins.
So finally I have to thank my dishwasher emptying friend who spurred me on to gain so much enjoyment as documented by my 500 posts.
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