A
normal feature of my teenage years
Was
hours spent queuing for football tickets,
But
this autumn’s trip down memory lane
Was
not through Swindon’s red brick terraces,
But
up high to bosky, sylvan Shortwood –
With
an 1883 OS map for guidance.
Shortwood
United versus Port Vale FC,
Handloom
weavers and water powered mills
Against
the myth of Arnold Bennett’s ‘Five Towns’ -
A
forest of giant kilns and chimneys;
Meadowbank,
home of Shortwood United,
Against
Vale Park, ‘The Wembley of the North’,
Port
Vale of the Potteries, Tunstall and Burslem,
A
club not named after town or city
Against
a club named after a hamlet,
But
both part of our working class heritage;
‘The
sedate reddish browns and reds of the composition, all netted in flowing
scarves of smoke, harmonised exquisitely with the chill blues of the chequered
sky. Beauty was achieved, none saw it’;
Bennett
also described a ‘Bursley’ match:
‘Around
the field was a wide border of infinitesimal hats and pale faces, rising in
tiers, and beyond this border, fences, hoardings, chimneys, furnaces,
gasometers, telegraph-poles, houses and dead trees.’
How
can Shortwood battle against this heritage?
What
chance can this quaint Cotswold backwater have?
Well,
remember 1766,
When
the esteemed Sheriff of Gloucester,
A
master-clothier, wrote of that year’s riots,
The
locals, he said, had shown ‘wantoness and excess; and in other instances some
acts of courage, prudence, justice, and a consistency towards that which they
profess to obtain’
(That
consistency was affordable food),
and
how ‘On Friday last a Mobb was rais’d in these parts by the blowing of Horns
&c consisting entirely of the lowest of the people such as weavers,
mecanicks, labourers, prentices and boys &c… cutting open Baggs of Flower
and giving it & carrying it away.’
What
chance can Port Vale stand against such traditions?
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