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Tuesday, 15 January 08, 10:57 PM

Last Saturday, Aldershot Town beat local rivals Woking 4-2 at Kingsfield in the FA Trophy, to keep alive their hopes of a double of the Trophy and the Conference championship. They've lost just once in their last thirteen games and are currently seven points ahead of second-placed Torquay United. Should they get promoted at the end of this season, they will take their place in the Football League sixteen years after the original Aldershot FC became the first Football League club to fold in the middle of the season since Accrington Stanley, some thirty years earlier. Curiously, Aldershot's renaissance coincides with the redemption of Spencer Trethewy, the former "property developer" whose recklessness acted as the catalyst for the original club's closure.

The original Aldershot FC, it's fair to say, never really set the world alight. They reached the FA Cup Fifth Round in 1980 (losing to Everton after a replay), but only spent a few seasons above the Fourth Division in their fifty years in the Football League. In 1987, they raised many eyebrows for charging a £9 admission fee (a pretty huge sum at the time) for an FA Cup Third Round match against (then First Division) Oxford United. They won 3-0, but less than 2,000 people were there to watch it. They were promoted into Division Three the same year, and this is where their problems started. They started paying Third Division wages, but were relegated two years later with a considerable number of players still on Third Division wages. Suddenly, their debt became unmanageable, and by August 1990, playing in front of sub-2,000 crowds, the company that owned the club was wound up at the High Court with an outstanding debt of £490,000.

Enter, stage left, Spencer Trethewy. The nineteen year-old described himself as a "property developer", drove a sports car, and rolled into the Recreation Ground waving an affadavit underwriting the club to the tune of £200,000. He appeared, famously, on "Wogan". Unfortunately, though, all of the promises were built on fresh air. By the time Trethewy left the club, they were in free-fall both on and off the pitch, with crowds now both well below 1,500, the Inland Revenue and the banks circling, and the team just off the bottom of the Football League. They didn't own their ground, so all of their debts were unsecured. The banks and the tax man pulled the rug from under their feet. Even with the sales of players such as Tony Lange to Wolves for £150,000 in 1989, David Barnes to Sheffield United for £52,000 at the same time and Steve Claridge to Cambridge United for £50,000 in February 1990, and a potentially lucrative FA Cup Third Round match against West Ham United in 1991, the club was now haemorrhaging money. The final straw came on the 25th of March 1992, when the club was finally put out of business and resigned its position in the Football League.

Aldershot wouldn't remain without a football club for long. The club was reformed that summer as Aldershot Town, still playing at The Recreation Ground, and in the Ryman League Division Three. It took them eleven years to get promoted back into the Conference. Trethewy, meanwhile, was imprisoned for two years for fraud in 1994, after a series if incidents at top London hotels. Exactly what he has been up to since his release from prison isn't exactly clear, but Trethewy has clearly built himself up to some substance again, as this report from last year seems to indicate. He has resurfaced at Combined Counties League side Chertsey Town, where has had a beneficial effect on the club after taking over from previous incumbent Roy Butler. There will be still be many at Aldershot who will shudder at the idea, but the question remains of whether this particular leopard has changed its spots.

For Aldershot Town, the future isn't necessarily as rosy as one might hope - they still don't own The Recreation Ground, which (the last time I went there, at least) could at least have done with a lick of paint, and this means that their financial structure is built on thinner ice than it might otherwise be. Having said that, though, an FA Trophy win this season could net them at least £100,000 and promotion back into the Football League could be worth more still. One would hope that they are managing themselves a bit better this time around than they were in the early 1990s.

This short film is about their closure.


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Who's Football Club?

Tuesday, 15 January 08, 10:49 PM

Most of you will probably remember the little bit of investigation that I undertook on the subject of the My Football Club take-over of Ebbsfleet United towards the end of last year. Well, I thought that it was time for a quick update on how things were progressing for this peculiar little exercise in "fan" ownership. At the time of my last piece on the subject, the take-over of Ebbsfleet United seemed to be just about imminent. It would appear that the situation now is just about the same as it was then. The site has accumulated another 5,000 or so members (thanks, no doubt, to the mass of media interest when the news of which club it would be was made public), but they don't appear to be much closer to having confirmed their take-over.

Now, you may well think that this is not particularly important. After all, it's very important to carry out the due diligence required to ensure that they're not buying a turkey. However, we're now a third of the way through January, and it would appear that any purchase is unlikely to be completed before the end of the January transfer window. The directors of Ebbsfleet have reportedly confirmed that they will put their hands in their pockets themselves to buy any players that the club needs before the end of the transfer window, but there can be little doubt that MyFC members will have no say in the players signed by the club until the summer, at the very least. Arguably more worrying for MyFC members is the lack of communication from the people running the whole venture. The forum is still up and running, but the last "diary" update on the front page of the site is dated the 25th of December and reads as follows:

"I hope you excuse a shorter than usual Diary entry. There’s a limit to how much “nearly there” talk anyone can take.

As you can imagine, much work took place over Christmas. Both last week and this have been extremely busy too.

The good news is, I’m very confident this will be the last-ever pre-takeover Diary. Due Diligence is a whisker away from becoming Done & Dusted."

Turning our attention to matters on the pitch, Ebbsfleet are still having a decent time of it on the pitch. They are currently in eighth place in a very competitive Conference table, and have won both of their last two league matches against Weymouth and Grays Athletic by four goals to one. However, anybody that assumed that they would be cashing in on all of the publicity generated by the MyFC circus would be mistaken. Crowds at Stonebridge Road are down on average this season, from an average of 1,165 last season to an average of 1.016 so far this season. They may have made enough money from extra merchandise sales to have covered this gap (although it's also worth pointing out that the MyFC shop still only stocks MyFC merchandise, and nothing relating to Ebbsfleet United FC) but, in a league in which match day revenue provides the majority of a club's funding, these look like worrying figures. Moreover, it would be worth reminding MyFC members getting excited about the possibility of bringing Kaka to Stonebridge Road that the Conference has a salary cap based on the average two seasons' turn-over, meaning that they will be limited to their current wage bill in terms of any higher wages that they may be hoping to be able to pay.

So, we can surmise that it is highly unlikely that any take-over by Ebbsfleet United by MyFC is unlikely to take place before the end of the January transfer window. Leaving aside any moral considerations on this subject (and I think I've made my opinions on that pretty clear in the past), the question that remains is this: If I was a member of MyFC and had faithfully forked out my £35 in the summer, what exactly have I got for my money, so far?

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Messing With The Wrong People

Friday, 28 December 07, 10:36 AM

When I posted on the argument brewing between the Northern Premier League, Invision (who provide a live broadband match service) and FC United of Manchester before on here, I wouldn't have guessed at the surprising events that have come about since and these events are threatening to spiral out of control. Following on from FCUM's initial request that their supporters do not travel to Curzon Ashton next Saturday. Firstly, Invision used the BBC's Monday night Non-League radio show as a right to reply, and in it they utterly refuted FC United's claims. United issued a formal complaint to the league, feeling that the "television company" (and I use the phrase loosely, as this is not a television company that as you would normally describe it) had stopped not far short of slandering them. In an amazing public statement made on Friday, the Northern Premier League came down on the side of their commercial partners. Consider, if you will, some of these comments:

- FC United supporters who have expressed concerns that they do not support the boycott but are frightened for their personal safety from a minority who wish to take aggressive action against anyone who doesn’t share their views. The Northern Premier League is claiming that it has been contacted by a minority of FC United of Manchester supporters who want to go to the Curzon Ashton game but feel too scared to? This is an allegation that should be passed to the police and to FC United for them to deal with, unless... it's a pack of lies.

- FC United of Manchester have stated that the UniBond League ignored the wishes of both clubs after having initially consulted them over the change to the kick off time. As with all matches that are subject to being covered by NPL TV the home club is consulted as to the operational logistics to being visited by the TV crew. Curzon Ashton FC was consulted to ensure there would be no operational difficulties with regards to bringing the kick off time forward. Nice bit of spin, chaps, but it doesn't really mean anything. Confirming that there are no "operational difficulties" is not the same as saying that you're happy with it.

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[This has] led to a number of unwelcome issues and allegations which constitute a total negation of the sporting ethos of the Unibond League and its member clubs. Well, at least we know where we stand. The interests of the TV people are a higher priority than those of the fans of the clubs or, indeed, the clubs themselves.

- The UniBond League is disappointed that FC United of Manchester have advised their supporters not to attend the away fixture at Curzon Ashton as this action only harms one of their fellow member clubs. Bullshit. FC United of Manchester's obligation is to field a team to play at Curzon Ashton next Saturday. Nothing more, nothing less. It is unfortunate that a club will be affected financially by this, but no Northern Premier League club has an automatic right to the money of FCUM supporters. This comment seems to indicate that the Northern Premier League has little but contempt for the supporters of FC United of Manchester.

The person that issued this amazingly insulting press release should be sacked, and an immediate vote of no confidence should be held by the League's members towards the entire committee of the Northern Premier League. To issue such an attack aimed at a member club which has broken no rules (with the possible exception of something vague about "bringing the league into disrepute" but, since no charges have been brought, I would say that it's safe to say that none will follow) is an outrageously insulting thing to to do, and an indication of utter incompetence on the part of the people running this league. They may be stuck with each other, but we would all be better off without League mandarins that treat their own clubs and supporters with such contempt.

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The Christmas Rush

Saturday, 22 December 07, 12:10 PM

The last few days have been eerily quiet. The week before Christmas is always like the calm before the storm - the League Cup quarter-finals like the first big, inky spots of rain before all hell breaks loose and the storm that is the Christmas schedule starts. In case you're unaware of what I'm talking about (and there are some of you that might not), Christmas is the time of year that football in Britain goes a bit insane. Between today and January 1st (that's just ten days), our footballers will play four matches. One today, one on Boxing Day, one next weekend and one on New Year's Day. Somewhere around one-tenth of the season's league fixtures will be played and, in ten days time, we will all emerge, bleary-eyed and hungover, and everything might just look a bit clearer than it does now.

When foreign players started coming into the British game in the mid-1990s, there were some complaints. An Italian footballer, say, would no more be expected to play on Boxing Day than he would be expected to go water-skiing. On much of the continent, the players are starting to wind down for their Christmas break. The stories of players complaining were probably over-stated (and there are as many British players that complain it as there are foreign players that complain about it), but you do find yourself thinking, "Well, you know, if this is all a little bit too much like hard work for your £20,000 a week, there are other career options available". Similarly, you will get the occasional manager who complains about the poor little dears being over-worked (Alex Ferguson is usually pretty good for this sort of thing), to which you find yourself thinking, "Well, Strawberry Nose, it shouldn't be thatdifficult - after all, you have got a staff of sixty-odd players". There is much to look forward to over the next ten days, not least of which is the Arsenal-Spurs derby, which kicks off the whole thing at lunchtime.

At this festive time of year, we should probably spare a thought for Lawrie Sanchez, who was sacked as Fulham's manager yesterday. Actually, he might have quit. The rumours are somewhat conflicting, but the effect is largely the same. Before you start feel too sorry for him, though, it's worth remembering the cautionary tale of Derek Dooley. Dooley was a Sheffield Wednesday legend. He scored sixty-two goals in sixty-one matches for them but, in 1953, he broke his leg during a match against Cardiff City. This was pretty unusual, even in the 1950s, but gangrene set in and Dooley had to have the leg amputated. So here, then, is a man that has literally given a limb for this football club. It seems right that such a servant should be rewarded with a job for life at Hillsborough, and by 1971 he had risen far enough up the ladder to be appointed the club manager. In the early 1970s, Sheffield Wednesday were a club in free-fall. How much of this was down to Dooley I'm not sure. As a man that had given a leg for his club, though, he probably didn't deserve his fate, which was to be sacked by Wednesday on Christmas Eve in 1973. Pleasingly, the story has a happy ending. Dooley swapped sides and joined Sheffield United in their commercial department. What a magnificent poke in the eye it was for Sheffield Wednesday that he rose up through the ranks, becoming managing director and, eventually, the chairman that took The Blades into the Premier League in 2006. He has since stepped down, but stays on as vice-president in his retirement.

On the off-chance that I don't get back on here over the next couple of days or so, I'll take the opportunity now to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year.

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Baker and Kelly Offline

Thursday, 20 December 07, 09:27 AM

Now seems like as appropriate moment as any to do this, so I might as well do it now. As most of you are probably aware, the Baker & Kelly podcasts of the last few weeks have come to a shuddering halt with this announcement on their website. I do have an opinion on this (perhaps unsurprisingly), and I'll be putting up a link to that later on, although I'm not posting it on here because it's not strictly football-related. In the meanwhile, I'll put this up, so that you can access all the vintage Baker & Kelly that you need. These are the filenames for the folder that all of the MP3s of their shows are in (there are about five still to be uploaded - I'll get onto that in the new year). You can't click on these (it's just a screen-grab), but it you type:

http://www.twohundredpercent.co.uk/bk/

And then type the last bit on the end of it - so that, for example, the top one reads:

http://www.twohundredpercent.co.uk/bk/1998-03-28-1130.mp3

And, hey presto! More Baker & Kelly than you can shake a stick at.

Edit: Okay, my thoughts on the subject can be seen here, should you be interested.

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Well Fielded

Tuesday, 04 December 07, 10:19 PM

Not for the first time over the course of the last few months, my thoughts have been turning back to Enfield again over the course of the day. Some of you will already have read it, but for those of you that haven't, here it is again:

Enfield 1-0 Lincoln City - FA Trophy Quarter-Final 1988: Enfield had a pretty awesome cup team in the early to mid 1980s, and knocked a string of League clubs out of the FA Cup. By 1988, though, their star was on the wane. When the Conference finally won the automatic promotion and relegation place, at least half of the clubs in the Conference turned professional. Crowds jumped up immediately, and clubs like Enfield were left standing still. By 1988, they'd lost the majority of their best players and were struggling to hold onto a mid-table place in the Conference.

Against this, they played Lincoln City (who had unluckily become the first team to be relegated the year before and were in the process of going straight back up into the Football league) in the FA Trophy. A section of the travelling Lincoln supporters had smashed Enfield Town before the match - proper bricks through shop windows stuff, and the atmosphere was pretty tense. Southbury Road had no segregation at the time and, when Enfield supporters went to change ends at half-time, they were confronted with lines of police officers with their arms linked to prevent the Lincoln supporters from getting at them. It was a deeply unpleasant atmosphere in many ways, but with about twenty minutes to play, the Lincoln goalkeeper spilled a corner and Nick Francis, I think, scored what turned out to be the only goal of the match. At the end of the match, with the Enfield supporters having been retired to a safe distance by the police, the Lincoln supporters went insane, ripping up the perimeter fence behind the goal.

It felt more like a giant-killing than any of those FA Cup wins ever did, and Enfield were never going to win the FA Cup. In 1988, they went on Wembley won the FA Trophy. Lincoln were back in the League a couple of months later, but this was Enfield's last hurrah - they were relegated from the Conference in 1990, never to return.

I mention it now because now, at more or less the least convenient time possible, I'm idly thinking of paying Enfield Town a visit again. I covered the subject of my relationship with Enfield FC once before on here, and I have also mentioned the fact that I have felt strangely dislocated from really "supporting" anyone since I moved from North London to Brighton a year and a half ago. The very thought of it fills me with a degree of dread. Enfield is one of those rare parts of London which, handily, isn't served by London Underground. The journey from Brighton is a particularly tortuous one - an hour's train journey to Victoria, a transfer to Liverpool Street, and then another half hour on the train out to the northernmost tip of London. Enfield FC were the first team that I saw play (along with their opponents that particular day, Carshalton Athletic). All I have to do is pick a convenient date. You never know. It might do me good.

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The End Of The Weekend

Monday, 03 December 07, 10:15 PM

Arsenal, Liverpool, Manchester United and Chelsea all won over the course of the weekend. Derby lost. Spurs conceded a goal in the last minute and lost at home. Newcastle lost. Business, then, as usual in the all-singing, all-dancing Premier League this weekend. Alex McLeish must be wondering what all the fuss is about, having started his time at Birmingham City with a 3-2 win at White Hart Lane against Spurs, who had Robbie Keane sent off. Meanwhile, Sunderland required a last minute goal to see off Derby County at the Stadium of Light, all of which breathes further life into the ever-growing belief that Sunderland are actually no better than Derby this season.

In the Championship, just when it looked as if Watford might actually be in danger of opening up a decent lead at the top of the table, they've thrown away much of their hard work with two home defeats in in five days. Burnley and Bristol Rovers have been the lucky beneficiaries of their recent slump in form. West Bromwich Albion would have gone top of the table had they seen off Crystal Palace at Selhurst Park, but Neil Warnock's team managed to hold them to a draw. Wolves beat Preston North End at Molineux to keep the pressure on but even now there are just ten points between Watford at the top and Southampton in thirteenth place. At the bottom of the table, Blackpool won an important match 1-0 at Bloomfield Road against Queens Park Rangers. You have to wonder whether this was what Flavio Briatore had in mind when he took over at Loftus Road earlier in the season. I wonder if Naomi Campbell made the trip north? Meanwhile, Cardiff City, who have slid down the table towards the relegation places at an amazing pace picked up a 2-2 draw at Hull City, but remain in twentieth place. Look on the bright side, though - at least if they do get relegated, they'll have their derby match with Swansea City back for the first time in a few seasons. Unless, that is, Swansea get promoted at the same time.

Finally, the FA Cup. This year's FA Cup has, on the whole, been a somewhat disappointing affair so far, and this wasn't helped by the weekend's events, which culminated in one of the worst Third Round draws that I can remember. Aston Villa against Manchester United again? Chelsea against QPR? Burnley against Arsenal? Luton Town or Nottingham Forest against Liverpool? You don't have to be much of a mind reader to be able to imagine what sort of teams they'll put out for those matches, though at least Luton, who are back in administration, at least have half a chance of a decent pay-day should they beat Forest. The draw was uniquely cruel to the few surviving non-league sides. Horsham put in an outstanding performance against Swansea City on Friday night and thoroughly deserved their 1-1 draw. What will their reward be, should they pull off a minor miracle and win their replay? A home match against Havant & Waterlooville of the Conference South. It's a tough draw on both clubs. Conference club Burton Albion held Barnet to a draw - their "reward" for winning the replay would be an away match at Swindon Town. Chasetown managed an excellent draw at Port Vale and will be at home against Cardiff City if they get through. If there is one Premier League that I do think is done for, it's got to be Middlesbrough. Still in the relegation places in the Premier League, they have got a (for them) horrible trip to Ashton Gate to play Bristol City. It's probably for the best that you start writing that CV now, Gareth.

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Tonight's Baker & Kelly

Monday, 03 December 07, 08:05 PM

Something to depress you and something to cheer you up this evening. First up, some of you may remember when we had a look at what was going on at Aylesbury United earlier in the year. Well, they're still homeless and this is what their former home, Buckingham Road, looks like now. Sorry stuff.

On a slightly happier note, here's the latest edition of Baker & Kelly from 2002.

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Lewes 1-0 Bath City

Sunday, 02 December 07, 05:56 PM

It all started because I had nothing better to do. It was Saturday lunchtime and, on a whim, I had decided to go to the football. With South-West London looking like a little bit too much like hard work and the Albion playing away from home, a trip to Lewes seemed like the ideal solution. I've been there before, a couple of times. In 1986, St Albans went there on the last day of the season in the Isthmian League First Division needing to win by four goals to guarantee promotion. They were four up in less than half an hour, and ended up winning 7-1. A picture of that day still hangs in the clubhouse at Clarence Park. Two years ago, I saw there again to see The Saints win 2-0. This, however, was my first visit to Lewes since moving to Brighton. I live yards from Brighton railway station and, at the other end of the journey, Lewes' ground is but yards from Lewes railway station. The entire journey, from my front door to their turnstiles, takes a shade over twenty minutes.

Lewes' ground, the magnificently-named "Dripping Pan", is one of the more unique arenas in English football. On two sides, it is surrounded by high grass banks which are levelled off at the top so that people can stand and watch. Behind each goal there are high terraces, one open and one covered, and one corner of the ground is taken up with the clubhouse from which you can watch the game (should you not mind the metal grilles across the windows) or whatever happens to be on the television. Most pleasingly of all, they don't even mind if you take your plastic glasses of beer out onto the terraces during the match. It all makes for a most civilised atmosphere. The truth of the matter is, however, that it's not safe. The days of taking your drink out onto the terraces must surely be numbered, as must be the high grass banks that make the ground so distinctive. The potential for development at The Dripping Pan is great, and the club;s circumstances could well make development a pressing issue. Going into yesterday's fixture, Lewes were top of the Conference South, a point clear of their local rivals Eastbourne Borough. Their opposition, Bath City, have a reasonably big past - they spent most of the 1980s and 1990s in the Conference - but have fallen on tougher times recently, slipping down the divisions and into the Southern League before getting promoted back into the Conference South as champions at the end of last season. They went into yesterday's match in the play-off places.

Such matches are "must win" matches for a team hoping to win a championship, and with conditions being pretty terrible (a high swirling wind and driving rain), the atmosphere around The Dripping Pan felt somewhat nervous. Within ten minutes, most of the excitement for the afternoon had taken place, with a scuffle following a bad tackle that could quite easily have seen one or two players sent off, and the only goal of the match coming from a cross from the left which was eventually turned in by top scorer Paul Booth. The match continued with the underlying feeling that it could all go off again at any moment - Bath's Justin McKay finally picked up a second yellow card with twenty minutes left to play, leaving the match effectively over as a contest. Lewes stay top of the Conference South, though I think they still have a lot of work to do if they're to bring The Dripping Pan up Conference standard.

Reasons Why I May Adopt Lewes As My Team In Sussex

1. "The Dripping Pan" is a brilliant name for a stadium.

2. Their nickname is "The Rooks" (the chess piece rather than the big, squawking bird).

3. It is literally twenty minutes, door to door, from my house.

4. They sell sambuca and tequila behind the bar.

5. You can take your booze out onto the terraces with you.

6. You can shout, "COME ON, LEWES", in the gruff manner of Inspector Morse.

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Back Of The Net

Friday, 30 November 07, 09:19 PM

It's Friday night, and it's the Second Round of the FA Cup. I'm watching the match between Horsham and Swansea City as we speak, so here are some choice highlights of other stories that have grabbed my attention.

- The Guardian's "Six Of The Best" series takes a look at commentators, which has reminded me that this little blog is long overdue some mournful reminiscing about Barry Davies.

- Gramsci's Kingdom on the challenges facing Italy's ultras.

- The Baker & Kelly Website has been expanded (and about time, might I add).

- Hobo Tread goes to York for the First Round of the FA Cup.

- Oh bloody hell. How can this end well?

- Alyson Rudd of The Times looks at Liverpool TV.

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