Welcome to volume two of my blog paying homage to the football clubs I've visited all over the world and the wonderful people responsible for keeping them going and looking after the stadiums, and in some cases basic grounds.
Since I was a little lad I've been fascinated in football and more so where games are played. With my love of travel and curiosity of the game I wanted to visit as many grounds and see games wherever possible. I was lucky that my Dad also loved the game and spent so much of his spare time taking me to matches. As I got older the boundaries widened owing to my location and increased wages to Europe and indeed the world. The sight of a stand or a floodlight pylon in the distance immediately hightens my senses and eagerness for a closer look.
I hope this site gives you the chance to share in my pleasure and experiences and maybe one day set you on the road to adventure. If you get half as much out of the hobby as I've done I can guarantee some great memories, good friends and stories to pass on to future generations.
Give your local club a go today. They'll be pleased to see you!
Everlasting thanks primarily to my late and very much missed and dearly loved parents; my Dad Bob Bernard and my Mum; Ann, who put up with endless years of football chat and my brothers Nick and Paul who gave me the chance and encouragement to do what I have. Thanks to all my friends who offer encouragement and Sally and Stan who inspire and give me great pride. Young Stan is showing a keen interest in my hobby!
Please feel free to post any comments (please use sensible language - I want everyone to be able to enjoy reading) or ask any questions relating to visiting grounds or events. If you want to see any ground reviewed please let me know. It will take quite some time for everywhere to appear, but make sure you keep having a look as the site is continually updated.
If you click on a lot of the pictures you will get a larger version on your screen.
I have also added links to video clips on youtube where appropriate for those of you who are bored of reading or are filling in time at work. I haven't always gone for the most obvious choices, but items that will be in some cases unusual but always historically interesting.
Click to see volume one of HAOTW.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Bentley Colliery FC are a non league football club who are based in Bentley, which is a former mining village located two miles north of Doncaster in South Yorkshire. The current club were formed in 1976, although the history of the game in the village and the clubs competing is somewhat confusing.
A club of the same name was formed in 1922, competing in the Yorkshire League until 1961. Another club called Bentley Victoria appeared on the scene joining the Yorkshire League in 1973 before changing their name to Bentley Victoria Welfare two years later. They graduated through the divisions to reach Division One by 1980. In 1982 they became founder members of the Northern Counties East League, presumably playing on the same Welfare Ground as the current club?
In 1987 Victoria Welfare disbanded, probably as a consequence of the pit closures like several other clubs. Colliery changed from being a Sunday team and eventually becoming members of the Doncaster & District Senior League, winning the title at the end of the 2000-01 season and winning promotion to the Central Midlands League.
Bentley Colliery FC will play in the Central Midlands League North Division in the 2013-14 season.
Wednesday 10th October 2012
I was in South Yorkshire, enjoying a day of groundhopping before heading off to support my team Scarborough Athletic at Barton Town Old Boys that evening. The train from my previous club Mexborough Town had despatched me in Doncaster, and I was soon on board a Bentley bound bus from Doncaster Interchange.
I was relieved as ever to find I'd got on the correct service. It dropped me right outside the locked gate to the Welfare Ground. This was of no problem as the ground was easily visible and I was able to take the photos I required.
It was a very basic venue if truth be told. There was one small covered stand for standing spectators on the half way line, with several huts alongside for offices and changing rooms. A railed fence surrounded the playing area. There were no floodlights.
A bus came along from the stop just up the road and took me back to Doncaster, so I could find the service heading to Dunscroft so I could call in on the home of Hatfield Main.