Supporting a football team is not all about winning
trophies. Sure, that’s what all clubs, and all of their fans, want, but
realistically only a handful of teams are every likely to win the Premier League
or the FA Cup. In fact, at all levels there are only a few teams that will
realistically challenge for silverware. The rest may dream, but for their fans
it isn’t always about winning pots, it’s about the memories.
Going to football is not just about the ninety minutes in
my view. I would hate to just go to a game, watch it alone and go home again.
Football is for me, as much about meeting friends, and sometimes the trip, if
it’s an away game.
As a diversion from current events, I thought that I would
take a trip down memory lane, and revisit some of the away games that I have
experienced watching Romford. In this, the fourth part, it’s an autumnal Sunday
afternoon in West Sussex.
For novelty value, Romford’s visit to Horsham on 30th
October 2016 ticked more than a few boxes. It was a Sunday, the day after the
clocks had gone back, with an earlier than usual kick-off, and it is the only
football match I have ever been to that I have come home from with a Bible.
Playing a game the day after the clocks changed, and with a
different from normal kick-off time was possibly tempting fate, but so far as
I’m aware, no one turned up just as the final whistle blew. The match was
played on a Sunday due to Horsham being tenants of Horsham YMCA, whose home game
on the Saturday took precedence, having been scheduled before Romford’s trip
there for this FA Trophy game. Horsham have since moved out and have their own,
brand new ground a couple of miles away.
Neither Romford nor Horsham are clubs who are likely ever to
win the FA Trophy, for them the aim is to go as far as possible and accumulate
as much prize money as possible. Having won 3-1 at Molesey in the previous
round, Romford had won £2,500 to date, and a further £2,700 was at stake in
this fixture.
It is a bit of a non-League cliché, but one of the very
enjoyable aspects of the game at this level is the freedom with which fans of
rival teams mix and enjoy each other’s company, but it’s true, it does happen,
and the matchday experience is all the better for it. Having arrived at Horsham
on the coach – which had a bit of a job negotiating the narrow entrance to the
ground - with the players, supporters repaired to the bar for a pre-match
cordial and the opportunity to chat to Horsham’s officials and some of their
supporters. Romford manager Paul Martin had come prepared with a huge tub of
sweets to distribute to the younger members of the crowd as an early Halloween
treat.
A tight squeeze at the entrance to Horsham's then home at Goring's Mead. Picture from Google Maps |
With Romford’s opponents being in a different division, the
relative strengths of the two sides was difficult to gauge. Romford were
experiencing an up and down season, with good wins at Bury Town and at home to
Norwich United balance by disappointing, and heavy defeats at Aveley (where
they were abject) and Bowers & Pitsea. While Romford sat 20th in
their division, Ryman North, Horsham were 14th in Ryman South.
One thing that Romford had going for them was the form of
striker Chinedu McKenzie, who had ten goals to his name in all competitions
before this match. McKenzie would go on to score 29 for the season, including
three hat-tricks, one of which he would bag that afternoon.
The weather that October afternoon was mild and sunny, the
sort of weather that can make Autumn such a joy, with the leaves just beginning
to turn golden, and an invigorating freshness in the air that never threatened
to turn to cold.
Thirteen minutes had been played when Chinedu McKenzie got
the first of his three goals, forcing the ball over the line after Ryan
Mallett’s header from Jamie Dicks’s corner had come back of the crossbar and
Matt Toms had headed the rebound goalwards. It was a close call, with the
linesman flagging that the ball had crossed the line. McKenzie’s second was a
stunning right foot shot from outside the penalty area, and Romford – despite having
plenty of defending to do – were cruising towards the interval when, in the
very last minute of the half, they were reduced to ten men. Full-back Tarren
Dhariwal, who was making his Romford debut, found himself last man, and the
wrong side of a Horsham forward, who went to ground as Dhariwal challenged. The
referee’s verdict was a red card and so Romford were left to face the second
forty-five minutes a man light.
Romford's Tarren Dhariwal (in Blue) brings down a Horsham forward and picks up a red card/. Photo: John Lines |
Despite the numerical disadvantage, and despite Romford
keeper Callum Chafer being called upon to make some smart saves in the second
half, Boro didn’t just hang on for grim death, they actually put the game
beyond doubt within eight minutes of the restart when Ayo Olukoga intercepted a
poor pass in the home defence, found McKenzie and the in-form striker buried
his shot into the net.
Horsham got one back with half-an-hour remaining, but
Romford’s defence held firm and the team were roundly cheered off by their
supporters at the final whistle. Some of the locals seemed a mite perplexed at
the fervour with which the Romford supporters lauded their team, but as much as
having seen their favourite’s produce an excellent result, there was also the
little of an extra £2,700 finding its way into the cash-strapped club’s coffers
to cheer.
The Horsham branch of Gideons were handing out Bibles after
the game, ostensibly to Horsham’s players and committee, but they seemed to
have overestimated demand, and there were plenty lying about, which we were
encouraged to take.
With a place in the next round and the prize money secured,
it was a happy coach journey home, even a queue of a few miles to get through
the Dartford Tunnel didn’t dampen our spirits.
Romford’s reward was a trip to AFC Sudbury in the next
round, and with the home side then a division above Boro, it was a fruitless
trip as Romford went down 4-0. As much as I like going to Sudbury, that was one trip I didn't enjoy so much.
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