FA Cup First Round: Norton United FC vs Gateshead FC

Norton United FC vs Gateshead FC

FA Cup First Round

Sunday 9th November 2014

Autonet Stadium, Smallthorne, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire

I love FA Cup First Round weekend. As the nights draw in, fireworks fizzle out and the pumpkins are pied, there’s a real feeling that the football season is bedded down and in full swing. 48 lower league sides join 32 surviving non-league teams to manoeuvre one step closer towards the potential glamour of the Third Round.

Kicking off the weekend was a familiar face; with coverage back on the BBC after a seven-year hiatus of Adrian Chiles grimacing his way around the lower echelons, Shaun Reid was proving to be something of a star attraction.

The Warrington manager, who almost witnessed his side’s cup run come undone beneath the dodgy floodlights at Cantilever Park against Colwyn Bay,  was now something of a media darling. His broad Liverpool tones and aggressive ‘up and at ’em’ demeanour was being presented as the embodiment of the FA Cup’s early rounds.

Giving broadsheet newspaper interviews was now part of the job. Acknowledging brother Peter’s ridiculous headwear in an X-Factor style good luck message from India live on BBC2? Not a problem.

Delivering Churchillian speeches to stirring backing music for the opening credits? Why not Scouse it up a bit with liberal use of the word ‘yooz’? (i.e “There’ll be millions watching yooz here tonight. Yooz can prove how good yooz are. Once yooz cross that line, I can’t do nuttin’ for yooz. Yooz your heads etc”)

Warrington did serve up an excellent appetiser for the weekend on Friday night, knocking out League Two Exeter City under the fully functional floodlights, and booking their manager a visit to Manchester for the live televised draw on Monday night. James and I are unaware of anyone using the ‘WTFC happened there’ headline that we predicted two rounds ago.

A busy Sunday schedule followed a fairly shock-sparse Saturday and, with Halifax Town kicking off against local rivals Bradford City on BT Sport as I left the house, I made the 40-mile trip out of Derbyshire and towards Staffordshire towards the tiny mining community of Smallthorne.

Taking in the truly stunning scenery of the Derbyshire Dales on a crisp and sunny Rememberance Sunday, I passed several cyclists tackling a 1 in 4 climb. A lesser blog might compare their uphill challenge to Norton United’s task against a professional side some 77 places above them in the league ladder. The Underdog Blog certainly wouldn’t peddle such a metaphor.

Match day. It's the FA Cup, though.

Match day. It’s the FA Cup, though.

I’m going to be watching the game with my very funny friend, Jo D’Arcy. Jo is a Spanish teacher and stand-up comedian, occasionally at the same time, and lives just five minutes from the ground. She’s rearranged a lunch date to come with me and freely admits she has next to no interest in football. I’m adamant that I can win her over.

We meet at the top of Community Drive, the busy entrance to Norton’s ground, as cars park in every available gap in the surrounding streets and housing estates. I’m relieved to see she’s already looking excited at the prospect of an afternoon at the football as I approach, following a tricky parallel park.

Our tickets are waiting for us; I called during the Warrington game and was assured that they’d be reserved, so we make our way through the busy bar area to collect them after a steward insists that we put a pink band on to indicate that we’re both over 25.

It’s full of early-drinkers watching the early-Premier League kick-off. The game has been switched to Sunday, presumably to avoid clashing with Port Vale’s 3-4 defeat to MK Dons yesterday, although many more of the fans here are also likely to have an eye on Stoke City’s clash at Tottenham.

We make our way out of the bar and into a large marquee with straw on the floor and a country music band setting up – naturally. Nothing says FA Cup quite like hay down for a hoe down, but it’s a nice addition to the afternoon, I suppose.

This don't impress me much.

This don’t impress me much.

We collect our tickets and make our way down to pitchside. It’s at a lower level than the entrance to the ground and almost 2,000 fans have already filled every visible space around the advertising hoardings. At the entrance side of the pitch, there’s effectively a makeshift two tiers as fans gather on bankings and in the raised walkway areas for a better view.

On the opposite side of the ground is a sheltered stand behind the two rather tight-looking dugouts. We make our way towards it and observe an impeccable period of silence before moving closer to the corner flag for a better view.

We’re already three deep and straining our necks into the sun to see the game kick-off. At the opposite end of the ground there’s a large banner that reads ‘Good Luck Mr Skellern’, in reference to local PE Teacher Leigh Skellern, who starts on the bench.

Visitors Gateshead sit 3rd in the Vanarama Conference and, taking games in hand into consideration, are currently the side best placed to challenge runaway leaders Barnet, having narrowly missed out on promotion to Cambridge United in last season’s play-off final.

Behind our goal, around 100 away fans have gathered, and they make themselves known early with an array of songs.

“Lyrically, they’re a lot stronger than us,” says Jo, already finding her loyalties tested by the imaginative wordplay of the travelling support.

The 'away' end.

The ‘away’ end.

This isn’t her first match, although she reckons she can count them on one hand. A trip to see Stoke as a schoolgirl and a Bilbao match during a period living in Portugal are among her previous trips to watch the beautiful game, even if she did later correct the latter to Benfica after giving it some thought. She’s more into Languages than Geography.

“What happened there?” she asks, as a Norton defender appears to consider dribbling his way out of trouble past two Gateshead players. He thinks better of it, and launches the ball up the line. I explain why I momentarily panicked on his behalf.

“You don’t mind me asking questions, do you?”. I don’t at all, and I’m still relieved that she appears to be enjoying herself.

The first real chance of the game falls to Norton, as Chris Baker’s header misses the target in the 8th minute. It’s an encouraging start for the home side and, spurred on by Warrington’s heroics on Friday, they have every right to believe in a possible upset.

Norton sit a few places higher than the Yellows in a parallel regional table, and, like Warrington, are also in unchartered territory after an impressive run of form during the qualifying rounds.

Recent FA Cup campaigns haven’t been as successful, with the First Qualifying round usually proving to be the final hurdle, but goals from Lee Cropper and Kyle Diskin were enough to knock out ninth tier Shildon in a replay and book a place in the First Round for the first time in their history.

There’s plenty at stake for the home side. The chairman has promised to take the players to Las Vegas if they win through to the next round…provided they also get drawn against Sheffield United away.

Formed 25 years ago, Norton rose from the tenth tier to the eighth recently, scoring 100+ goals in two of the last three seasons to gain promotion to this level. Masterminded by manager Scott Dundas, that attacking, free-flowing style has been in evidence this season; they overturned a 4-1 deficit with 25 minutes to play against Brigg Town last week to win 7-4. “We only know how to attack”, was Dundas’ summation pre-match.

“We’re just attack-minded footballers. I wouldn’t know how to defend anyway as I never knew how to defend as a player”, said Dundas before the game.

“Attacking and getting on the front foot is what I’ve brought into the team. Defences don’t like that so it’s served us quite well up until now.”

Defending might be a useful attribute, looking at the Gateshead line-up. With former Everton and Wales international John Oster pulling the strings in midfield, the Tynesiders have lost just one in twelve, scoring an average of almost two goals a game in that time.

The baby-faced John Oster becomes acquainted with the home fans.

The baby-faced John Oster becomes acquainted with the home fans.

Opposite Dundas is Gary Mills. A former European Cup winner with Nottingham Forest, Mills is in his second season back in the Conference, and looking to repeat his previous success at York City, who he guided back into the Football League in 2012, after coming so close last season. Given that York sacked him before the season was out, with the side just four points above the drop, it could have been a blessing in disguise.

Norton’s defensive frailties are quickly exposed in the tenth minute. Oster’s defence splitting pass found Alex Rodman, who turned Winkle easily and slotted the ball under Roberts and into the net. It’s the first ‘away’ goal I’ve witnessed in over six hours of football for The Underdog Blog, and it feels like an ominous indicator of what’s to come.

Instead, the home side regroup and look fairly solid. Chances are limited but, aside from two ‘goals’ from Ramshaw in quick succession that were both correctly ruled to be offside, they contain their visitors well.

Gateshead do look dangerous on the attack, though, and play a quick and expansive game by comparison to their hosts. Down the left-hand side, Nick Anderton pushes forward regularly.

“It can’t be…can it? I wonder if he’s related to…”, I begin, stopping mid-sentence as I realise Jo is looking at me with bewilderment. She playfully adds an “it can’t be” every time the left-back, who I’m fairly confident is no relation to the former England international Darren, gets the ball.

Norton start to give Gateshead problems, mostly from set pieces, and begin to impose themselves on the game. The long throws of Winkle cause the most problems, and every freekick is launched directly into the box.

Midway through the half, Norton clear the ball clean out of the ground. The ball flies over our heads, over the netted fencing and into the back garden of a bordering house, leaving Jo in hysterics. It’s been a fairly common occurrence in the early qualifying rounds, but it’s sheer slapstick to the infrequent fan. The ball bounces around and settles in someone’s garden in a style and setting not too dissimilar from the famous Peter Kay advert.

Ave it! Can we have the ball back?

Ave it! Can we have the ball back?

John Oster is dictating the game in the middle of the park. He takes a corner by us and gets some fairly unnecessary flack about “finding his level” from a group of young fans by us, who are also here for the first time. Oster makes an inaudible comment back, but the most striking feature of the exchange is his baby-faced looks at the age of 35. He’s football’s answer to Benjamin Button crossed with Marty McFly.

Gateshead doubled their advantage in the 39th minute. Craig Baxter’s unchallenged cross from the right was met by Rob Ramshaw, who found space to head in unmarked on the edge of the six-yard box.

Ramshaw added another minutes after the restart. Rodman’s shot from outside the box was spilled to the feet of the striker by Roberts, and he pounced for an easy third.

As half-time arrived, we made our way around the back of the goal to grab a drink. The Gateshead fans were in confident mood, with one announcing that you could still get 100/1 for an 8-0 win as we walked past. The late capitulation in the second half had made that look a tempting price.

Jo bumps into an old school friend and then a fellow teacher as we make our way to the bar. It seems most of the local area has turned out to support Norton on their big day. We abandon the hot food queue and eventually find a small building selling hot drinks. A lady in her seventies serves us, wearing a pink ‘Think 25’ wristband. You can never be too careful with these things.

We opt for a higher vantage point on the opposite side of the ground for the second half. Norton’s early pressure is good but it feels like the difference in fitness levels begins to kick in around the hour mark as Gateshead keep the ball well.

A nasty injury to Winkle halts play for around five minutes as the player is carried off. It’s a stark reminder of the risks taken by players at this level, and it’s hard not to feel concern for how serious it looks for both his weekend and weekday career. Mr Skellern replaces him, giving his students something to cheer if nothing else.

Another thrilling installment of Spot the Ball.

Another thrilling installment of Spot the Ball.

Jo has to leave early with around half an hour to go. Her lunch date is calling and a comeback is looking unlikely. She seems to have enjoyed the experience, while perhaps remaining unlikely to invest in a season ticket.

Ramshaw rounds off the match with his hattrick in the 74th minute. His simple run to meet a cross from Oster looked more like a training ground exercise, although his excellent lobbed header left Roberts with no chance.

The distant sound of the country and western music strikes up in the marquee behind us with around five minutes to go. Whether it would have started early had the game been slightly more competitive remains unknown.

As the referee calls time, the players receive warm applause from the fans. They’ve worked hard and, without what Dundas would later call “a mad five minutes” before half time, they remained competitive against a Gateshead side that always looked in control. One fan next to me summarised Gateshead as “a class apart”, and it’s difficult to argue.

While the prize money and increased gate will come in very handy for Norton, it’s clear that the many Port Vale and Stoke fans have enjoyed their day. As the crowds spill into the marquee, out of the ground or into the bar, it feels like this small non-league side have gained a few new supporters this afternoon.

The players won’t be going to Las Vegas. Instead, their £2,000 bonus will go towards a squad trip to Spain in the summer. It’s a nice metaphor for the bittersweet FA Cup also-rans, I suppose. Aim for the stars and you might just reach Magaluf.

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The Underdog Blog Record 2014/15

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Norton United FC vs Gateshead FC

FA Cup First Round

Sunday 9th November 2014

Autonet Stadium, Smallthorne, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire

 

Norton United FC            0 – 4       Gateshead FC

Rodman (11)

Ramshaw (39), (43), (74)

Norton United: 1. Roberts, 2. Green, 5. Clarkson (Smith – 75′ ), 6. Beaumont, 3. Fogg, 7. Blackhurst, 4. Winkle (Skellern – 61′ ), 8. McDonald (Hawthorne – 75′ ), 11. Baker, 9. Cropper, 10. Lennon

Substitutes: 12. Hawthorne, 13. Fletcher, 14. Smith, 15. Skellern, 16. Bradbury, 17. Skellern, 18. Dawson

Gateshead: 1. Bartlett, 16. Baxter, 5. Curtis, 6. Clark, 21. Anderton, 7. Oster, 8. Turnbull, 25. Pattison (Jones – 55′ ), 12. Ramshaw, 29. Wright (Rankine – 55′ ), 23. Rodman (Guy – 75′ )

Substitutes: 2. Jones, 3. Wilson, 10. Guy, 13. Baird, 15. Allan, 19. Rankine, 20. Caskey

Ref: Lee Swabey

Att: 1,762

FA Cup Second Qualifying Round: Ilkeston FC vs Solihull Moors FC

Ilkeston FC vs Solihull Moors FC

FA Cup Second Qualifying Round

Saturday 27th September 2014

New Manor Ground, Ilkeston, Derbyshire

I’m generally quite late for things. From simple doctor’s appointments to several holidays, I’ve been known to frequently recreate the famous opening sequence of Four Weddings and a Funeral, with additional expletives and far-fetched promises that I’ll leave earlier next time.

Of the many things I’ve been late for, the most recent is an FA Cup Second Qualifying Round match in Ilkeston. Only, this time, it wasn’t my fault.

I arranged to meet my friend Francis in Ilkeston town centre at 2pm. Running late on his bus from Nottingham, I had time to grab a sandwich and sausage roll and explore my surroundings.

Ilkeston is a former mining town on the Derbyshire side of the Nottinghamshire border, and situated close to Nottingham. As I wait in my car, two women leave the bakery I’ve just bought lunch from, and one exclaims “this is an absolutely lovely bloody flapjack”, which both warms and amuses me in equal measure, not least because of the placement of the word ‘bloody’ in the sentence.

Francis arrives around 2.35pm and I trust him to guide us to the ground which, obviously, must be in the near vicinity, given that this was his suggested meeting place.

Fran is a Nottingham Forest supporter. We met a few years ago on the comedy circuit. He’s a lovely bloke who is almost impossibly upbeat all of the time. This includes when we see each other and realise we have almost the exact same shirt on.

A brief embrace occurs and I follow him through the busy marketplace and out of town ‘towards’ the ground. After several minutes chat, I ask him if we’re heading in the right direction. We appear to be wandering around the edge of several housing estates and past an out of town retail park.

An ice cream van passes and turns down a street across from us, playing the theme tune to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly as it goes; Fran checks Google Maps as I contemplate buying a 99 and a Colt 1851.

From where we’re stood, lost, it’s a 21-minute walk to the ground along a canalside path, which is located beneath the bridge we’re stood on. It’s 2.52pm. We make our way down to the water’s edge and, on another unseasonably warm afternoon for FA Cup football, begin jogging.

I don’t do much jogging generally, and running alongside a canal makes me feel like I’m an extra in Taggart. We both tire quickly, and Fran tells me he’s had a chest infection recently. I promise him that, should he collapse, I’m in the perfect location and mood to dispose of him, continue jogging and claim he never turned up.

As we coast past the half-mile point of our journey in a time that Roger Bannister wouldn’t sniff at, the unmistakeable sound of a whistle indicating kick-off blows in the distance. We spot the large main stand and make our way towards the New Manor Ground. We’re two minutes late and the programmes have sold out, but we push through the turnstiles for a very reasonable £9 each.

The stadium holds over 3,000 when full and is the impressive home of the reformed Ilkeston Town FC, who were liquidated in 2010. Wound up by the courts and owing £150,000 to the Inland Revenue, it looked to be the end of a football club in this corner of Derbyshire.

Step forward Dave Mantle, an entrepreneur in specialist learning. Mantle invested in the Club and created a five-year plan to take Ilkeston to Conference North level, investing in youth and spending £100k on building classrooms within the ground along the way, to benefit the scholars who were unlikely to make a full-time career in the game.

Ilkeston find themselves one division away from their projected five-year target, with a decent young side who look comfortable in the seventh tier. The second qualifying round draw would provide them with a good test of how far they’d come.

Visiting Solihull Moors are firmly established in Conference North, finishing 8th last season. They sit some 20 places above Ilkeston in the league ladder going into the game. Formed in 2007, by the merging of Solihull Borough and Moor Green, their most recognisable name is former Jamaica international Darren Byfield.

We stand by the corner flag of the goal Ilkeston are attacking during the first half. Two noticeable aspects are the sheer size of the Solihull backline and the positioning of goalkeeper Tony Breedon, who appears to relish the ‘sweeper keeper’ role, and spends much of the afternoon on the edge of his box, encouraging a high line for his 6ft-plus back four.

Spot the ball at Ilkeston

Spot the ball

Francis spots Forest legend Steve Chettle on the touchline, and now managing the Academy here, alongside manager Kevin Wilson. Chettle Junior, an 18-year old midfielder, is instantly recognisable in the middle of the park with a similar look to his dad. He was born shortly after Euro ’96. Bloody hell.

We discuss the phenomenon of our generation of players’ offspring now making their way into the game. Steve Chettle, Danny Blind, Peter Schmeichel…

“Andy Cole’s son is on loan at Barnsley”, I mention, and we briefly wonder whether his lad made it through school without anyone finding out about his dad’s ill-advised rap career. No wonder he goes by ‘Andrew’ these days.

Solihull lose possession before clearing long down the field and Breedon, kitted out in bright orange, screams his disapproval from the edge of his area: “Keep the f***ing ball!”

“Oi! ‘Keeper!” objects one fan behind the goal, in a thick Derby/Notts hybrid accent. “Do you want to mind your swearing? There’s kids here.”

Ilkeston win a corner in the 19th minute, and the ball is delivered dangerously into the box. It’s the first real chance the home side have created after soaking up pressure from their opponents for most of the early part of the game.

The home side find themselves on the back foot again, though, a few minutes later, as Solihull twice hit the bar before the ball is cleared. Sweeper keeper clenches his fists in disappointment; it’s clear how much a run in the cup means to the individual players.

A small gathering of Solihull fans spring into life in the terraced stand behind the Ilkeston goal: “Come on you Moors! We are Solihull, say we are Solihull”.

It appears to be a wake-up call to Ilkeston, who begin to find their way into the game. Another teenager, Che Adams, is dangerous down the left and always looking to attack. On the opposite flank, Kane Richards’ blistering pace is a threat.

I first saw Richards in 2012 as a young lad on loan at Matlock from Derby County. Those few years have seen him move permanently to this level, but seven goals in the early stages of the season certainly suggest he has the potential to make it a little higher up the league ladder.

Ilkeston almost break the deadlock with a fortuitous goal in the 32nd minute, as a cross from the right gets a clear shout from Breedon to claim. Instead, his defender clumsily chests the ball beyond him, and narrowly into the side netting. A disgruntled look and a pat on the back of his teammate says all the Vanarama Conference North’s answer to Hugo Lloris needs to.

Solihull’s high line is beginning to get pushed back as they clear two balls out of the ground, and in the general direction of the canal, in quick succession. We wonder if the Chairman sits thinking “there goes another £30” as each ball flies over the low stands and into the surrounding streets.

The turning point comes in the 37th minute. Kane Richards, beginning to see more of the ball, is clattered by Reece Fleet. He stays on the ground, writhing in pain, as Fleet holds both hands up in apology and admission before checking on the youngster.

“That’s a yellow” says the bloke next to us, and we agree. So it’s with some surprise that the referee produces a red card, and Fleet heads for an early bath. We’re shocked, although I’m distracted by how quickly the players regroup with barely a hint of protest to the officials. It’s depressingly rare to see almost no remonstrations, especially given that the tackle looked ‘amber’ at worst.

“Switch on now, lads”, screams Breedon. He soon becomes a target for the fans behind the goal, petulantly refusing to knock the ball towards the corner flag following an Ilkeston attack soon after.

“Oi, keeper, it’s a corner! Play it back! You idiot. Youuuuuu idiot!” screams one fan. Breedon is unaffected. Abuse from the fans is universal at all levels, it seems, although you do run a more considerable risk of being nutted in non-league. (NB I hereby trademark ‘Nutted in Non-League’ in case Danny Dyer ever makes a documentary about semi-professional football)

A last ditch clearance before the break sees Solihull on the counter-attack or, as Sky Sports appear to be trying to rebrand it, ‘on the turnover’. I think back to the woman from earlier and imagine her leaving the bakery with “a lovely bloody turnover”.

The half time whistle blows, and we take a walk around the pitch. Francis has his picture taken with the FA Cup (sort of) and we bump into someone he knows from the comedy circuit, a chap called John who goes to every home game and quite a few away ones too.

Francis gets up close and personal with the FA Cup/St John's

Francis gets up close and personal with the FA Cup/St John’s staff

I mention that I think Ilkeston have a good chance in the second half, but he doesn’t seem overly confident. It seems that the side sometimes struggle under the pressures of playing in front of the home fans, and this is backed up by a pre-match call from the manager to get behind the team to fire them into the third round.

He tells us about the Club’s nickname, The Robins, and how the chairman bought the hairy red mascot’s outfit by chance while on holiday in France. We tell him that we missed this as we were jogging along a canal path at the time. For a moment, I think he studies this information alongside our matching shirts and internally questions whether or not we’re a couple.

We stand with John behind the goal that Breedon is now defending for the second half (“Have you come dressed as a traffic cone, keeper?”) after Francis is denied a beer. They stopped serving them during half-time (see FA Cup; Budweiser, Sponsored by).

“Come on Ilson, come on Ilson!” sing the fans. I later discover this is an intentional shortening of their name. Only outsiders pronounce the ‘k’, apparently. The fans are in full voice now, and clearly smell blood, as another red attack makes its way towards us and is halted by a cynical shove.

“Have a word ref! Animals!” screams a man to our left. I’m beginning to realise that I take great enjoyment in supporter overreactions like this. I suppose it was a bit like a lion taking down a gazelle in the wild, but the Solihull player stopped short of ripping out the windpipe of his opponent, which would have surely seen the visitors reduced to nine men.

Tony Breedon looks to play the offside trap for Solihull

Tony Breedon looks to play the offside trap for Solihull

Ilkeston continue to attack, with Richards and Adams involved down both flanks, and top scorer Duffy holding up play. His work was beginning to create chances for the midfield, where former Nottingham Forest man David Morgan was pulling the strings to great effect.

‘Ilson’ clip the crossbar and the pressure from the fans starts to build; I can see what John means. On the pitch, it’s becoming clear that Solihull are now looking for the replay with a quarter of the game still to play.

Breedon controls an aimless Ilkeston long ball and dribbles it to the back edge of his area, forcing Duffy to run him down and force his opponent to pick up and kick long: “That’s embarrassing. You’re embarrassing yourself”, says the veteran striker, as he makes his way to the ball.

“He hasn’t got too many sprints like that in him”, says John. “Sometimes he’s that knackered on 80 minutes, he just lays down.”

Another attack on 80 minutes creates the breakthrough Ilkeston have deserved. Che Adams beats his fullback once again and is tripped on the edge of the box. His claims that the foul was inside the box are dismissed, but with a delivery like David Morgan’s, it becomes irrelevant. His superb ball lands on the head of Ilkeston skipper Joe Maguire two yards out, and he firmly guides the ball into the back of the net.

Maguire celebrates with his teammates as Breedon lays out on the floor

Maguire celebrates with his teammates as Breedon lays out on the floor

The brother of Hull City’s Harry Maguire, Joe has made over 100 appearances for the reformed Robins, and recently received a call-up to the England ‘C’ squad. He’s looked good today, and his delight as he wheels away is contrasted by Breedon, who remains on the floor, shattered with the disappointment of the seemingly inevitable.

Duffy almost wrapped the game up in style in the final minutes, slotting home before being ruled offside. Solihull throw everything forward, and are almost rewarded in injury time, as Breedon, finally fulfilling his true potential by making his way up the field and 80 yards outside of his own box, helps to create confusion from a long throw.

A superb last ditch tackle from Kieran Wallace, timed to perfection as a chance appeared to be opening up, secured the win at the death and ensured Ilkeston advanced into the next round.

It was a breathless finish, but the final whistle was greeted with cheers as the home side applauded their fans. Solihull received their post-match debrief on the pitch, Phil Brown style, as Robins defender Jack Lane signed autographs for young fans.

Fran and I made our way back up the canal path, under his guidance, at a more leisurely pace towards* Ilkeston Town Centre to watch the North London derby. After two rounds, it’s two wins for the underdog. Where next?

* After half an hour of walking somewhere between ‘the general direction’ and ‘the wrong direction’, we found ourselves over a mile away from Ilkeston town centre and ended up calling a taxi. A nice man dropped us off at The Spanish Bar (highly recommended) for £2.80 where we missed our second kick off of the day and Francis bought me a packet of bacon bites to make up.

After the match, I left Francis in Ilkeston. To my knowledge, he’s still there.

The Underdog Blog Record 2014/15

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FA Cup Second Qualifying Round

Saturday 27th September 2014

New Manor Ground, Ilkeston, Derbyshire

 

Ilkeston FC          1              –              0              Solihull Moors FC

Maguire (79)

Ilkeston: 1 Jordan Smith, 2 Luke Shaw, 3 Kieran Wallace, 4 Akil Wright, 5 Joe Maguire (c), 6 Jack Lane, 7 David Morgan, 8 Callum Chettle, 9 Rob Duffy, 10 Kane Richards (Jake Mulraney 89), 11 Che Adams. Subs not used: Matt Baker, Mike Williams, Eli Bako, Danny Gordon, Ashley Hunter, Aaron Myles

Solihull: 1 Tony Breedon, 2 Michael Nottingham, 3 Dominic Langdon, 4 Reece Fleet, 5 Liam Daly, 6 Rob Elvins (c) (Aaron Brown 82), 7 Darren Byfield (Jay Denny 46), 8 Junior English, 9 Omar Bogle, 10 Ryan Beswick (Aitor Espoja 46), 11 Darryl Knights. Subs not used: Deale Chamberlain, Richard Taundry, Jordan Gough, Keenah Rosser

REFEREE: M Salisbury (Lancashire).

ATTENDANCE: 310.