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.

Rob Bernard

London

September 2015

Monday, February 8, 2016

TSV NOAD (Holland)

  
TSV NOAD;  Nooit Ophouden Altijd Doorspelen to give the club their full title, is a football club from the city of Tilburg from the North Brabant region of Holland.


NOAD were formed on the 5th June 1915, as a secular club, rather than under the banner the Catholic Church like many others of the time. A healthy rivalry soon built up with neighbours Willem II and TSV LONGA.


NOAD quickly built themselves into a top club and from 1918 to 1954 they played in the Erste Divisie, which was the highest level in the Netherlands. The club turned professional in 1954 and spent four seasons in Eredivisie in the 50’s.


Although NOAD dropped down to the Erste and Tweede Divisie they retained their professional status until 1971, when they returned to being amateur. The club continued with several senior and junior sides, with the men’s senior side competing in the 3de Klasse in Sunday football.


TSV NOAD will play in one of the 3de Klasse Zondag league’s in the 2015-16 season.


My visit

Friday 29th January 2016


My four day visit to the Netherlands was coming to a close. I arrived in Tilburg around 3pm, with a few hours to kill before the match between Willem II and Heracles Almelo. That gave me enough time before nightfall to visit a couple of amateur clubs.


First up was TSV NOAD. I’d got rid of my rucksack in the lockers and bought my single ticket to Eindhoven for after the match. My plans were bang on as the number 6 bus arrived bang on time. It was five stops to Hoefstraat, from which it was just five minutes to Sportpark TSV NOAD.


As well as the main pitch there was another artificial full sized pitch, which had an impromptu game taking place on it, and a junior pitch which was separated from the first team arena by a fine old raised seated grandstand and club buildings. The main pitch had hard standing around it and was enclosed by trees and the usual raised advertising boards. Despite been only a few yards from a main road and a canal, it had a feeling of tranquillity.


Pleased with my work, it was time to walk a mile or so along the side of the aforementioned canal to visit local rivals TSV LONGA.







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