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.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Worksop Parramore FC are a non league football club currently based in the north Nottinghamshire town of Worksop. The club were originally formed in 1936 as the works team of ironfounders F Parramore & Sons of Sheffield going under the name of Parramore Sports.
The club played works league football for many decades before being promoted to the Sheffield and Hallamshire County Senior Football League in 1985. In the late 2000s under the ownership of Peter Whitehead the club, who were by then known as Sheffield Parramore Sports, moved into the Don Valley Stadium and joined the Central Midlands League.
Parramore lifted the championship in the 2010-11 season gaining promotion to the Northern Counties East League. At the same time Whitehead, the chairman of Windsor Food Service bought Sandy Lane in Worksop, with the club becoming Worksop Parramore FC. The ground had previously been the home of Worksop Town until they were evicted. Town were invited back as tenants after several seasons in the wilderness to the newly sponsored Windsor Foods Stadium.
Parramore finished in third place in Division One of the NCEL in the 2011-12 season and were duly promoted. In May 2013 it was announced that the club intended to merge with Sheffield outfit Handsworth FC, with the deal taking up to a year to be completed.
Worksop Parramore FC will play in the Northern Counties East League in the 2013-14 season.
Worksop Town 0 Scarborough 0 2006 Conference North
Please go to the Worksop Town page for details of this match, the ground at the time and the day out.
Worksop Parramore 4 Scarborough Athletic 4 (Saturday 8th September 2012) NCEL Premier Division (att: 157)
I was on night shift at work but desperate for another look at the attractive Boro team. I had managed to book a reasonably priced train which required a change at Retford. My tiredness allowed a sleep on the journey from Kings Cross, and in what seemed like no time at all I had made my connection and I was in Worksop.
I loved away games, but the continual carping from some looking to continually criticise the club was grating on me. I had a chat with a highly respected friend and I told him I was considering not making the effort for a while and just sending the club a donation instead. I reckon it was most likely through lack of sleep, although listening to some fans whining about how Parramore had bought the ground and then upgraded it for next to nothing while we were homeless made me wonder?
Of course Mr Whitehead had done a fine job, but the figures he'd told those listening didn't include the parts of the ground that had been there from our previous visit. Still, never let the facts get in the way of things eh? I also had a discussion with a good loyal fan, even though I didn't agree with all his opinions, but that's football.
I'd had a drink earlier at the excellent Mallard pub, but I fancied a wander. I wondered why I'd bothered? Fortunately I had a chat with some more reasoned fans in the smart clubhouse before we went outside, with me being pretty confident of a win. I did a lap around the improved ground distributing membership forms along the way.
The ground had been updated slightly since my previous visit. As well as the little cover at the entrance end, the seated stand at the far end and the impressive Main Stand, there was now two more small seated stands opposite. It had a very smart appearance.
The game was also good on the eye. Parramore had been scoring lots of goals, but also had a suspect defence, not unlike Boro. Goals were always likely to come, and it was no surprise when Joel Ramm netted to please over a hundred Seadogs in attendance to emphasise their hold on the game. However, our joy was soon turned to disbelief as somehow Boro shipped three before the interval. Former Seadog Lee Whittington was amongst the scorers. I was not the only one in shock.
I was stood with Fred Firman who is generally excellent company. We get on whatever. We grabbed a bottle of lucozade apiece from the bar and left the grumbling behind to take our place in the Main Stand for the second period. We were a little melancholy for the first ten minutes, but the signs were there that the game wasn't over. Boro were creating chances, even though they looked extremely rocky when Parramore counter attacked.
There was a good vibe around us. We were with some extremely loyal fans. Gradually the volume increased from the Seadogs fans and it raised considerably when Tom Adams headed home. Jimmy Ghaichem came on as sub, after playing for his parent club Frickley Athletic the evening before and he was causing problems down the left wing. Then out of nowhere Daz Winter played a lousy pass back to let in Parramore for number four. We were not happy, but we continued to shout encouragement as did the vast majority of the Seadog army.
With eleven minutes remaining Andy Milne powered in a header and then with three minutes to go his centre back partner Matt Plummer put in a bullet header that went over the line off the bar. The home sides inadequacy in the air was there for all to see, and substitute Tony Hackworth was winning everything. In the last minute a glancing Ryan Blott header hit both posts without crossing the line and then in stoppage time another chance went begging.
At full time both sides received rousing applause, with the Boro team getting a well deserved ovation. It had been a wonderful game of football. Yes, the defences were poor, but it reminded me why I loved the game and my club.
I returned back to London in buoyant mood to complete my last shift before a fortnights holiday. As I believe I posted on the Surfing Seadog forum at the time, "World Shut Your Mouth". It seemed so apt!