Result: AFC Fylde 5-2 Boston United (Vanarama National North)
Venue: Kellamergh Park (Saturday 5th March 2016, 3pm)
Another Friday night deluge meant that the morning of this very Saturday was spent trying to find an alternative game in the event that Hallam’s game with Dronfield was called off, which appeared likely. A peruse over the fixture list and there was one game which immediately stood out: AFC Fylde vs Boston United, a play off clash in the National North at a ground that’s soon to be departed. Decision made.
One the inevitable news arrived from the Yorkshire club that the game was indeed off, I headed out into Manchester to meet with Dan, with the now irreplaceable Piccadilly Tap the meeting point. I ordered a pint of an old faithful now, Bitburger, and Dan arrived not too long afterwards. After recommending to him to join me in the German beverage, I was confused to when he arrived back with a glass of Prosecco. “I forgot it was a wine” was the vague reason and so he spent the time hiding his swigs while trying to look a little less…well, you know.
Soon enough, the time had whittled away and Dan had endured his last sip and so we headed into Piccadilly for the train towards Blackpool. Of course, our final stop on the outbound route wasn’t to be the coastal resort, but the small towns of Kirkham & Wesham, just within view of the tower and the big one at its more famed neighbour. The journey took just over an hour and was illuminated by the group of Brighton (I think) fans sat directly in front of us who, it turned out, like to rate train toilets on their journeys around the country. This train’s scored about a 4, the best a full marked Chiltern Railways which apparently has a fireplace in it. Nutty stuff.
They disembarked at Preston, while we continued a further ten minutes onto K&W. Upon arrival, the plan was to head into Kirkham itself but once my phone’s Maps had decided that we were on the opposite side of the town on a pair of occasions to what we actually were.
After I was beeped at by a bus driver while being on the pavement (I gave him the hand of rage), we decided to sit in the pub nearest the station, the Royal Oak. When arriving at the corner it sat on though, my prior thoughts were proved right. Where one pub sits, there’s usually another next door. The Stanley Arms fit this bill and looked a better bet, so we diverted there. The Royal Oak, though, intrigued me and I kept on saying we were heading there later.
Now in the Stanley, what was found was a friendly welcome and a dear-ish pint, £3.80 for Kronenberg. Not brilliant, but we needed somewhere to wait and the barman was friendly enough that I didn’t really mind. After Harry Kane had apparently turned into a quick equine animal before our eyes on TV and we wondered just what was in this beer, we headed back out to the bus stop at the station for the free AFC Fylde shuttle bus up to the ground. Perfect! It was on time too!
After picking up more fans at the Lane Ends pub which is nearer the new ground and passing said construction, we passed through the small village of Wrea Green, with its village green cricket pitch being readied and along the country lanes before finally passing the Ribby Hall caravan park and pulling up outside the Birley Arms pub which sits on the corner of the ground’s access road. Of course, it would be rude not to pop in now wouldn’t it?
Upon entering the Birley Arms, Dan and I were immediately hit by a wall of noise. This was the travelling band of Pilgrims and they were certainly ensuring their presence was known! What was good as well is that they were of no issue to anyone and were really creating a good atmosphere in here and letting everyone know just how much they hated Lincoln (City and not United or Moorlands Railway, I presume!).
After my first choice of beer was off (again, how many times!), I eventually ended up with a pint of San Miguel so not a bad substitute. With the Boston fans still going strong throughout our 20 minute stay here, I figured that they were probably some of the better pre-game fans I’d come across so far this year, though I haven’t come across many…Anyway, that’s not the point, I now liked Boston too but I always tend to side with the home team in such games if I don’t really have a connection with either. A draw then?
Eventually, it was time to head up to the ground. A short walk on a pathway around the road leads you past a large admission board which must be the biggest around?! Anyway, with our admission fees in no doubt, we continued onwards up to the Kellamergh Park turnstiles and I was soon through and into the ground itself, albeit £12 lighter. After purchasing the programme for £2, I was heading over towards the relative safety of “Fuller’s Bar” when I turned to see an unfortunate visiting fan be smacked in the face by a ball which was really travelling. The player who’s stray shot struck the supporter rushed straight over to him to check he was ok, so full marks there too. I believe he was, so all were good to go on.
Dan joined me in Fuller’s Bar as the players went through the latter stages of their warm-ups and watched as Fylde’s giant seagull mascot prowled the field. I imagine this is the first time that any seagull had ever “prowled” be it real or otherwise. Anyway, dubious avian varieties aside, Kellarmergh Park is a nice, neat ground an it will be a shame to see it meet its demise at the close of this season. It has two seating stands, the smaller stand which runs most of the near touchline (as it appears from the turnstiles behind the goal, as you may have guessed from the earlier accident). Alongside the turnstiles is a more recent all-seater stand, with a raised terrace standing opposite. The far touchline is open hard standing, on a small terrace. As for the club itself, well…
AFC Fylde were formed in 1988, after an amalgamation of Kirkham Town and Wesham FC. Now Kirkham & Wesham, the club was carrying the name of a previous club who competed in the West Lancashire League in the run up to WWI. Now competing in the same league some 70-odd years later, the club inherited the place of Kirkham Town in Division 1.
Relegated to Division 2 in 1990, Kirkham were to have a small yo-yo period, being promoted in ’93 before suffering the drop once more in 1995. They were immediately promoted the following year as runners-up, this was the promotion that sent Kirkham on their way. After restructuring of the league into the Premier Division and Division 1, K&W went on to dominate the Premier Division.
Between 1999-2000 and their exit in 2007, the club won the league on seven of the eight seasons, only failing in 2003. They also won four out of six Lancashire FA Shields during the period between 2000 & 2006, including a hat-trik of wins from 2004-’06. The club (representing the Lancashire FA) have also won the Northern Counties Cup on three occasions (05, ’06, ’07).
Following their acceptance into the North West Counties for 2007-’08, Kirkham & Wesham won the Division 2 trophy (at a game I attended), and finished runners-up in the league. This was topped though, as K&W won the FA Vase at Wembley, beating, now fellow National North side) Lowestoft Town 2-1, via a young Matt Walwyn’s brace. On account of finishing as divisional runners-up, the club were promoted to the Premier Division and became AFC Fylde.
After winning the division at the first attempt, Fylde were promoted to the Northern Premier League Division 1 North. 2011 saw the club lose out in the play-off final, but after current boss Dave Challinor took the reigns, the club overturned a 16-point deficit to win the NPL1N title. Their first season in the Premier saw the club again reach the play-off semis but lost out to eventual winners Hednesford Town, despite goalkeeper Ben Hinchcliffe scoring from range.
2014 saw a very successful season for the Coasters as they won the Lancashire FA Challenge Trophy, the NPL League Cup and gained promotion to the Conference North via the play-offs and a final win on penalties over Ashton United, with Hinchcliffe again at the fore as he netted the winning spot-kick. Last season, the club’s first campaign in the Conference North, saw Fylde end as runners-up but lost out in the play-off semi to eventual winners, Guiseley.
The sides entered the field from the tunnel immediately alongside the turnstiles and were soon underway. Almost from the off, it looked as though both sides were going for it which provided us with a lot of hope that a good game was going to be in the offing and both team’s fans seemed to find this the same way, launching into vocal support early on.
Indeed, it took Matty Hughes just five minutes to open the scoring, heading home a left-wing ball and sending the home side a goal up, though it didn’t last too long as a further five minutes was all that separated the opener and Boston’s equaliser and what a strike it was. Dayle Southwell smashed a free-kick past Matt Urwin, the home ‘keeper, and straight into the top corner. I was even more delighted than he was as I managed to capture the goal on camera. It’s the small things.
But Fylde grew more on top after they had been pegged back, with a pair of good saves by Fabian Spiess keeping the scoreline level and Boston suffered a further blow when Southwell was forced off injured. It was little surprise, then, when Fylde again silenced the visiting support. James Hardy worked to get clear of the Pilgrims’ defence, and he fired home from the edge of the area. 2-1 and time for chips. Not bad either, £2.
The second half got underway with United on the attack and looking to claw themselves back onto level terms once more. But it was Fylde who netted again, with Speiss unlucky to see another good stop fall to the feet of Josh Langley, who took his time and finished calmly. But Boston weren’t done yet and about five minutes later, they were back in the game, Mark Jones looping a header past Urwin. 3-2 and all to play for!
Well it was for all of a minute! Richie Baker received the ball from the pacey front man Bohan Dixon and crashing his shot across Speiss and into the far corner. You felt that was that and it certainly seemed a foregone conclusion when Boston sub Cameron Johnson was sent off just after entering the fray. It was a reckless challenge, though I felt he was unlucky to get the red card.
Baker than smashed the woodwork with a superb effort from range and Joens bundled wide at the other end when it looked easier to score as both sides looked to net again and as the game entered its final ten minutes, it began a Fylde onslaught on the Boston goal. Speiss was outstanding and without him, it could easily have been eight. He was eventually beaten at the death, though, Dion Charles converting from close range after being denied moments earlier. So, 5-2 and full-time. To Fuller’s!
A pint of Kronenberg was ordered here £3.40 and after a muse of a Fylde team photo, I noticed Ritchie Allen in the pic and went on a long-winded talk of how much I like Ritchie Allen. This was before I turned 90 degrees and saw Ritchie Allen himself in civvies. Good job I didn’t slate him! Being in the clubhouse also gave me the opportunity to speak to Fylde’s Bradley Barnes, who I remember from his time (& mine in very differing ways!) at Trafford moons ago. Not that it was mutual…
“Huh, I don’t remember you, but I remember him!” to quote the Fylde midfield maestro. Ah well, after ensuring him I definitely was there by varying means, we had the rarity of a player/manchopper picture for the blog and were on our way back out for the bus back to Kirkham & Wesham station, this time via Lytham, the windmill and a different looking Moss Side!
Eventually, we arrived back and after hopping off, it was decided that, with 20 minutes or so to wait for the train home, that there was definitely time to pop into the Royal Oak. We certainly made an impression as the moment we entered, the lights went out and cue the “50p in the meter” jokes. Soon enough, the power was restored and after dodging the drunk at the bar who was determined he’d wound up the barman (who was having none of it), I had a quick half of something or other, before heading back down to the station.
After the announcement of a broken train, we hopped off at Preston via a contingency plan and grabbed another back to Manchester Oxford Road to get home easily. That was until the train I was getting rolled in and I spotted Cappy, who I’m off to Berwick with the next week, in the rear carriage. He was off drinking with a couple of mates and asked if I’d like to join them. Of course, after much persuasion, I was joining them in Manchester’s pubs, namely the “rock/metal” place, The Salisbury, the Thirsty Scholar (which sits under the railway) and latterly the Lass O’Gowrie where I sampled a Manchester Pilsner or something, I can’t remember now…. Anyway, a good end to the night saw me end up on the last train back and get a sample of what’s to come at Berwick. Oh God….
Game: 8- Really entertaining game, lots of goals!
Ground: 7- For reasons already stated.
Food: 7- A good portion and tasty too.
Programme: 6- An ok issue, nothing to write home about though, but only £2 so not complaining at all.
Fans: 8- A good atmosphere generated by the home fans too, especially alongside the visitors in the 2nd period.
Value For Money: 8- Just a top day out all round. Good pubs, people and game!