#WFC1982 – Steve Sherwood & Gainsborough Trinity

FA Cup, 2nd Qualifying Round
Gainsborough Trinity FC v Farsley AFC
Saturday, 27th September 2014, 3pm
The Northolme
Entrance £11, Programme £2.50
Distance (from Vicarage Rd) 145 miles, Attendance 343
Just two weeks after one of the greatest days in the club’s recent history, The Blues were again urgently in need of a replacement goalkeeper.
Though formerly members of Division 2 – finishing as high as sixth in 1905 – Gainsborough Trinity dropped out of the league in 1912, when local rivals Lincoln City were voted in to replace them. Since that moment, their major highs appear to have come solely against League opposition in the FA Cup.
Although Crewe may have been the first league side, to be dispatched by Gainsborough’s then Midland League outfit; quite notably in 1997 Lincoln City almost became the last, as Trinity pushed for their fifteenth 2nd Round appearance.
It should of course be noted that; the only times Watford and Gainsborough Trinity have ever faced each other were also in the FA Cup, just twice, with each club winning once. With all this racing round my mind, driving up to Lincolnshire, the magic of The FA Cup was naturally once again occupying all my thoughts.

140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (46) 140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (99) 140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (53) 140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (123)

Now the starting point for all sixth tier clubs, this 2nd Qualifying Round tie was to be Gainsborough’s first in this season’s competition; impressively their opponents had already negotiated two rounds.
Despite these fine victories, Farsley were no match for the Conference North club this afternoon. Two nil down at the break, by the end, not even a deflected Lewis Nightingale free kick could save them from a relatively fair 4-1 defeat.
Totally dominating parts of the game, Gainsborough took the lead through the kind of goal every child dreams of scoring; a sublime Ciaran Toner volley from the edge of the box. The second was bundled home by Liam Davis after some tenacious play by Simon Russell. Following a rare second half Farsley attack, Dom Roma was on the end of a fine break for the third and, Russell bagged the fourth.  Quite literally, by all accounts; back in 1997, Gainsborough had equally dominated an FA Cup encounter, in the 1st Round, against their former replacements, Lincoln City.
The start of that season wasn’t perfect but, after losing a County Cup match in July, Trinity went undefeated in the next seven encounters. Whilst their third league defeat wouldn’t arrive until November, a winning run of twelve Autumnal games saw The Blues blast their way through The FA Cup’s qualifying rounds.
Perennially a level 6 club; Gainsborough’s season took off after a forced changed to their playing staff. Speaking of Steve Sherwood’s arrival early in August, then Club Secretary, Frank Nicholson explained “For him to sign for us was a big coup.”
140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (130)Arriving from Gateshead – where Steve told me he had been moved down the pecking order, when a young Steve Harper arrived on loan from Newcastle United – Sherwood was attracted to Gainsborough by the presence of the legendary Ernie Moss. Proudly Chesterfield’s record goal scorer and appearance maker; Ernie was by then also making a name for himself in Non League management, even winning silverware for Gainsborough the season before.
Though Ernie, Frank and Steve never graced the same field together, their connections with clubs in the area ran deep. Coupled with his league experience living in Grimsby was the key, Frank explained, to Sherwood being approached to become Trinity’s first choice keeper.
Born in nearby Selby, Steve had played “a few games” for his hometown club ahead of being scouted for bigger things.
Prior to ultimately signing for a “so professional” Chelsea, Steve recounted jovially his trial at Sheffield Wednesday and the moment that “they left me at the training ground” afterwards. As connections go, a few years later Frank would turn out for Sheffield Wednesday’s reserves whilst, at The Mariners, it would be Frank who would don their shirt first. Even further on, both would turn their experience to youth training in this area of the country.
Whilst Frank set up and ran both Gainsborough United and Gainsborough Town, as feeder clubs for Trinity, Steve ran his own goalkeeping school in Grimsby and, also assisted Keith Alexander with coaching at Lincoln. By that time however – encouraged by Leeds’ Mick Bates career path – Steve was already considering a post-footballing career with Allied Dunbar.
After a “very enjoyable spell” in Gateshead with a “decent bunch of players”, Steve was thrust straight into the action as Gainsborough had no other keeper on their books at the time, and by chance, within a month he was facing his old teammates in The Cup.
Though he didn’t train regularly, Sherwood played every in Blues’ game; league and cup.
140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (82)Having dispatch of Witton Albion 5-0 in the FA Cup 1st Qualifying Round, Gainsborough soon made short work of Gateshead 4-1 away, before beating South Shields 3-2 in the next round. Being the gateway to the big boys, their following 4th Qualifying Round against Halifax however was a notable one for both Steve and the club. A goal up with just minutes to go, Steve pulled off what others described as a “brilliant save” to deny a spritely Geoff Horsfield. “Even at that point in my career, it was a bit special” added Sherwood jovially with obvious pride in his tone.
For the 1st Round local rivals Lincoln City should have come to town but – with a huge gate expected – the police forced the game to be moved to Sincil Bank. Even to die-hard Imps, the ninety minutes wasn’t their best.
“If we’d had more bite up front, we’d have beaten Lincoln” Sherwood, continued “I hardly had anything to do.” Almost snatching it at the death; with the game resting at 1-1 Frank explained, “In the first game, in the last few minutes, Grant Morrow forced a game-saving block from Barry Richardson” (Sherwood’s former teammate at Northampton).
Ten days later, in the away replay – again at a Sincil Bank filled with 6000+ spectators – Lincoln just scraped through 3-2. Defeat or nor not, everyone I met highlighted these two games as special in Trinity eyes and to that end; in unison they all acknowledged the work of Moss and the defensive qualities of his Trinity side. I was told, “Sherwood brought experience to the side. He talked well on the pitch. He was helping them [the defence] and they were helping him in return.” Steve himself recognised that he couldn’t have done it without the fine centre back pairing of Paul Ellender and Chris Timmins.
Dumped out of The Cup; back in real world, the next league fixture took Trinity to North Wales. The Colwyn Bay pitch that night was, Frank described “like a slag heap”; an opinion that probably bears the greatest inclination into Sherwood’s ultimate retirement.
Launching himself mid-game – just a few days before his 44th birthday – at the feet of yet another striker, Steve badly cut his knee open. Washing it out himself with water, he carried on playing. As the severe gash hadn’t been stitched up; every time the ensuing action put pressure on his knee, the wound burst open again. Arriving home later that evening, Steve eventually sort out medical treatment; the response, he was “lucky not to have blood poisoning.”
Over the phone Sherwood confirmed he’s never played since, not even for the Watford Legends. Without regrets however, he reasoned his career choice, “Like most goalkeepers, I was as daft as a bat… yet totally committed.” He wouldn’t focus on more than one thing at a time and wanted to play so much that he admitted once trying, and failing, to persuade Cobblers’ manager John Barnwell to put him on as an outfield substitute.
Even though he never came close to repeating his scoring feat, if it hadn’t been for the eventual injury, Frank is adamant he could’ve played longer for Trinity. “For us he was a consistently sound keeper, even at his age. He was so fit; he didn’t carry an ounce of fat on him.”
140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (125)w
Having gone through some “interesting times” in the interim, Trinity isn’t currently quite at the peak of its powers; they may possibly never move from the level they seem so cemented to. Clearly however there are many very positive aspects about this club; predominantly from those therein and the stabilising effect they are now having.
Whilst it’s not often one gets offered a hi-viz jacket and the freedom of a club, it’s more pleasing to find the off-field comments were just as engaging as the play before us.
Whatever happens going forward, the magic of the FA Cup Qualifying Rounds is astonishingly underrated; it’s where folklore is made.

140927 FACup 2QR Gainsborough Trinity v Farsley AFC (102)w

Sadly, losing 4-0 to Gateshead this past weekend [the time of writing], Gainsborough have missed out on reaching the first round proper once more however, they can still lay claim to being always on the cusp of a quality upset and, as such – like goalkeeping legends – will always be a big draw in my eyes.
Final score: Gainsborough Trinity FC 4-1 Farsley AFC
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Because these articles are initially appearing in the 2014-15 Watford FC matchday programmes, they will consequently have a delayed publication on here.

141122 Steve Sherwood programme (1)  141122 Steve Sherwood programme (2)

Posted in 2014-2015, Conference North, FA Cup | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Romance In The Vase

FA Vase, 1st Round replay
Crawley Down Gatwick FC v Fisher FC
Wednesday, 5th November 2014, 7.30pm
The Haven Centre
Entrance £5, Programme £2
Distance 30 miles, Attendance 40 maybe
LAST TIME ON VASE ENCOUNTERS… appears on the screen as hypnotic tones crackle through tinny speakers, accompanying mesmerising highlights flashing, before starry-eyed viewers. And… failing that, here’s a synopsis from me.
FA Vase – Not totally dissimilar in appearance to the original FA Cup – at the very least it’s silver – The Vase is not a vase but is a proper old looking trophy; surrounded by magical folklore of postmen scoring winning goals, it’s rightfully still contested at Wembley. In the grand scheme of things, The Vase sits at the other end of the footballing mantelpiece to the champions’ league. This may seem odd to younger viewers but, to progress you MUST actually win games; lose and your chance is gone for another season. The prize money is paltry, the advertising is tragically almost non-existent (even from the organisers) but the football is mesmerising, tickets are easily procured, players actually know their fans (they might even work together) and, there’s more chance of spotting black boots than prawn sandwiches. For the small teams involved, this competition really is THE BIG ONE. For the fans in the know, The Vase is the epitome of romantic endeavour.
Despite its inequality (see this season’s figures below) The Vase’s prize fund is vital to some clubs survival; win or not, a good cup run could save both their season and their club. Tonight’s winners receive just £900. It might seem paltry – little smaller than a premier league player’s dental floss contract – but to clubs without their own home? To teams who cannot afford players wages? To sides with little source of those “vital revenue streams” Mr Big Name CEO is always banging on about? It’s the same old tale; really I think The FA could stretch their purse a little further towards the big end of the pyramid than they currently are…
It’s frightfully easy to abhor the UEFA’s stance of continually rewarding defeat, whether monetarily or with second chances however… To play devil’s advocate; when the FA Cup Quarter Final winners have already (very deservedly) received £390,000, do they really need another £450,000 for then losing the Semi Final? Imagine if that unearned £900,000 was distributed liberally about the other two competitions (which incidentally don’t have slush funds for losing Semi Finalists) lifting all the rewards?
2014-15 FA PRIZ£SCrawley Down Gatwick – Last time I saw them – hopping down in Kent – this Crawley had a different name, but then so did their hosts Ashford. Crawley Down United FC before Whitney was always loving us; either the shock of Bruce Dickinson leaving Iron Maiden or Mr Blobby hitting number one prompted a triple merger, leaving the pleasantly named Crawley Down Village FC in their wake. Aged two, the Village joined Sussex Thirds and got promoted at the first attempt. Despite having won promotion in 1999, without floodlights installed the party was over. A decade later– having both plugged into the mains and dropped the Village moniker – The FA Cup was entered for the first time and a 1st Division spot eventually secured. With the area having two red and white teams – Crawley Down FC and Crawley Town FC – shortly after the former’s 2011 fantastic double winning season, the Anvils (not worked that one out yet) attached themselves to Gatwick to make the Down stand apart from the Town. Unable to maintain the upward momentum, last season they dropped back into the Sussex League and found a new chairman.
Fisher FC – Formerly a big amateur club; now just five years old (this maybe of course be higher if fish have years akin to dogs). Working and living in South East London, I drove past their predecessors’ Rotherhithe home on numerous occasions. Sadly they are no more. Once located in their ancestral Surrey Docks home – literally within spitting distance of where my dockworker ancestors spat – when the High Court black cap waved them their last rites, it took just two months for the Supporters Trust to put Fisher back on the footballing map, albeit as tenants at the hill of champions.
Whilst we’re on the Rotherhithe thing; if any family history buff out there knows anything of dock labourer Richard Coates, born 23rd Sept 1831 (Rotherhithe), christened 26th May 1833 (Rotherhithe), married Fanny Philips 20th Nov 1863 (Bethnal Green), died 17th Dec 1902 (Rotherhithe), or his any of his ancestors of course, then I’d really like to know…
Episode 1, last Sunday – The drama of Sunday’s 2-2 draw is documented entertainingly (if not objectively) elsewhere. A recap however, saw an even encounter between two clubs from the same tier of the pyramid of dreams. Fisher fell behind twice before levelling late on in both the 90 and extra time. In between, early in the second half, Crawley’s penalty cannoned off the post. It would have put them 2-0 up… there appear to have been some grumbles afterwards.
Progress – Crawley have only reached the FA Vase Second Round once, in 2007-08; Fisher (the MkII version) have only reached Round One, in 2011. Going into the replay, whoever came out on top would both pocket a much needed windfall and equal/set records. With little else to go on before tonight’s kick-off, even that was exciting.

141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (62)b

Episode 2, last night – Once one had navigated the M23 traffic cones, and turned left – away from the other Crawley – it was dark, dark and damp underfoot; in fact apart from a few fireworks (which I failed to photograph) it was dark and damp and really bloody cold.
141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (47)Arriving early, I could hear voices coming from across the fence. The turnstile however was still locked and the aforementioned floodlights hadn’t been switched on; making up for this in spades, The Haven Centre bar seemed very impressive. As facilities go it offers everything clubs of this level would want; spacious, three types of seating, large bar, televised sport (if you like that kind of thing), friendly staff, darts and a stage for local bands… Sadly The Haven Centre is not owned by the club; “It’s a community centre” I was told. Even more tragically they didn’t seem to have a kettle, and the pitch side bar was closed due to tealadyabsentitis. By now, it was too late to turn back…
Much later on, locals could be found in the bar – huddled together for warmth no doubt – pints in hand, whilst a local band tiptoed through “Swing Low Sweet Chariots”. Seeing them set up at halftime, in my head I’d half-heartedly predicted a Clapton-medley but, in the absence of both hot drinks and feeling in my fingers, any care I had for Ol’Slowhand was blown away and I thawed out under the hand dryer.
141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (59)bThe first period had set off apace. With general good will amongst the fans, Fisher kept the upper hand, playing out the first 45 almost entirely in the Crawley half. Nathaniel Bell fired in a couple of good efforts; one went just wide, the other cannoned off teammate Jay Garrick. Then ten minutes in the pleasantries ground to an abrupt halt.
Where one points the finger of blame, at this juncture, is their own business. Me I was still struggling with the absence of the tea lady and her Bovril. As a first fifty-fifty challenge left Crawley’s keeper Seb Bos on the floor, out on the left flank Mo Shuga’a spent the entire stoppage reciting all the words he’d once learnt in the playground and, didn’t stop until he was booked ten minutes on, for what easily was by far the most reckless challenge of the whole night. It really should have been red.
Back in the action, the powerful Cedric Abraham was dominating his marker whilst, the jovial linesman nearest was trying to justify his glove usage with, “Oh, I just found them… They’re my wife’s…” or something like that. Not wanting to pry into his dressing habits further, I interrogated the incredibly affable Fisher Club Secretary of his fishy leanings, whilst one mutual friend butted into our conversation from her Berkshire palace, with the aid of social media. With Crawley struggling to get over the half way line, Bell again had the best chance; a volley well saved by Bos. Remarkably though, the breakthrough came up the other end…
A nothing free-kick was awarded, maybe twenty yards out. Shuga’a strode up, hammered the ball through the wall where it was viciously deflected home. Wheeling away to celebrate – we’ve all been there – it wasn’t long before Mo realised his striker Steve Major was getting the lion’s share of the praise, for having stuck a leg into the path of the ball, cruelly changing its trajectory. Moments later of course Shuga’a was lunging in on Mark Chiverton, who probably quite rightly wouldn’t shake hands afterwards.
On the half hour Crawley’s second chance was headed out for a corner, or two, before Jamie Taylor won a penalty up the other end. A pretty tame block inside the box, a penalty it was; debate over the last man red card resulted in at least two being booked including the culprit. With a unpredictable 1-1 to show for the first period, we soon dashed for the warmth after visiting stopper, Adam Highsted, having been injured earlier, giftedly pulled off what would be his last/only save of the night.

141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (41)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (48)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (52)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (56)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (13)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (20)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (12)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (1)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (34)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (24)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (28)141105 FAVase 1Rr  Crawley Down v Fisher (39)

Fisher’s sub keeper, Justin Lee – the only visiting sub to beat the traffic and make kick-off – would have a fantastic second half, with a string of brilliant stops demonstrating great agility. Also showing some flashes of quality were the tenacious Bell and Crawley’s young right back Sonny Barton, whose father pleasingly was anything but a typical parent on the touchline. At the other end of the spectrum was the referee.
Whilst not supporting the pathetic insults being hurled from two (separate) locals nearby – one of whom looked close to quite literally having kittens – having lost all track of the yellow cards being shown, the near linesman looked as bemused as I. That aside, between the ref-bashing, about me talk had drifted to the forth-coming local derby against East Grinstead; drawing comments like “Ooo, I’ll ‘ave some of that.”
On the pitch, the Anvils (I’m still none the wiser) looked much improved from the restart, though as the yellow cards weaved their magic, by the full time whistle the chaos had reduced the playing staff and mood off considerably. Still after some free-kicks wide, Lee brilliantly saved from Barton then followed it up with another great goal line block. With the temperature falling quicker than the nearby fireworks, Billy Walton fouled local boy Josh Alcock, leaving shouty man number 2 (the one without the kittens) breaking off from his tirade to meekly implore “He’s got to work tomorrow.” More yellow cards followed Walton putting Fisher 2-1 up after a good passing move and shot parried by the keeper.
Was it hand ball? Maybe. But, every player on that pitch would’ve punched the ball in if they could get away with it. And every one would also celebrate scoring such from a move, or appeal for hand ball if it went against them. Hell I’d have punched it in twice, just to get the game over and back into the warm. Crawley’s keeper was soon sent packing – with a flea in his ear, but no real reason for his second yellow – and the game ramped up to its untidy conclusion. The most positive impact the ref had created was to force Crawley to start pushing players forward. With just minutes to go, five up front and bugger all in midfield, Fisher should’ve done better. Instead they gave their own penalty away. As the ball hit the net, the shouting both on and off had reached fever pitch.
After extra hand dryer treatment we had extra time. The shouty on the sidelines was still having kittens; the one behind the goal had seemingly mellowed. For all the running about, the only decisive action of the final thirty minutes came from the card carrying ref, who managed to book a few more dissenters and dismiss Jamie Taylor almost as incorrectly as he had Seb Bos.
With just twenty players left on the pitch – only one of which was a keeper – the excessive and poor card giving had becoming a joke to all, still a few of us were still able to see the funny side (maybe that was just me). We had penalties.
Union rules, or something like that, dictated we (and I mean I) couldn’t stand behind the important goal, though I failed to be given any explanation why that wasn’t adopted higher up the pyramid, or indeed how a few hundred fans – let alone thousand – could be moved in such a situation.
So with a modest crowd arranged at the 18 yard line, Fisher stepped up first.
Miss, Score, Score, Score, Saved, Score, Score, Miss, Score, and then up stepped Mo Shuga’a for the final spot kick.
For all the mayhem of the preceding two hours, only one thing had been certain; despite the fact he’d finished the game like a model pro (maybe Crawley should ask for him to be booked early on in every game) Mo really should have been off and changed long ago. Like many other decisions, the ref got that one wrong. He’d swayed a game that the players could’ve influenced admirably on their own. Even if the end result hadn’t been all that pretty, in the dark and the damp and the cold, those remaining on the pitch had put on a really bloody entertaining evening, with plenty of talking points (the 606 callers would’ve had a field day, if they could actually get away from their TV sets to a real football match).
To those there, in a really great little ground – that a aspirational former chairman had once “fixed up” very nicely one indeed – this game was played out like any romantic comedy.
It was a roller-coaster of energy, with twists and turns, and celebrations and tragedies, with unlikely heroes and emotional outbursts of every hue. Others will no doubt feel differently but; as a neutral it was a perfect evening all round, even if we did get a little too much cold shoulder from the weather and The FA’s prize fund.
Final score: Crawley Down Gatwick FC 2-2 Fisher FC (AET)
Final score: Crawley Down Gatwick FC 4-3 Fisher FC (penalties)
Posted in 2014-2015, FA Vase | Tagged , , , , | 4 Comments