Given that some of the most unfulfilled one and a half hours of our lives have been spent at Sutton, this season’s visit really ought to have been anticipated.
Kevin Blackwell Considered by all those in the know to be the main reason behind Scarborough’s Football League promotion winning side in a season in which he received the club’s Player of the Year as well as his GMVC Championship medal. Literally given away by United after some marvellous service to us, culminating in a […]
Without a doubt, the GMVC may well be sunbathing in its increased media exposure, especially with aggregate attendances which seem as certain to increase annually as the inflation rate. During the 1989-90 season 660,181 paid to watch Conference football – an average of 1,429 per game (or a lot more if you disregard Fisher’s crowds). […]
Whatever is happening to Yeovil Town at the moment, it certainly cannot be described as non-league football.
As one of our party remarked, you know that you are in the south when the match is sponsored by a computer software writing company. And we also knew, with alarming clarity after a mere few seconds into this vital game, played during these desperate relegation avoiding times, was that the referee was crap (un-euphemisable).
Welling United 6, Boston United 0 Wednesday 29 November 1989 Given that some of the worst moments of our lives have been spent at Welling’s Park Avenue ‘Ground’, our arrival there was not accompanied by unflinching optimism or exactly festooned in expectant hope. But even so, we were not expecting to see six goals rifled […]
Ex-Lincoln City forward Warren Ward played three seasons with Boston United in the mid-1980s, before being released by George Kerr at the end of the 88/89 season. Shortly after his departure from York Street, FBYF editor Richard O Smith caught up with Ward to discuss his time at the Pilgrims……
Obviously the most important thing on a Saturday is watching football, a point so obvious that there is really no need to state it, a little like saying that the sky is big or the sun is hot. Yet, regrettably, during this day of football one also has to eat.
Even though thousands of gallons of ink have been wasted by the so-called popular press on the cynical dirty play favoured by teams like Wimbledon and Portsmouth amongst many others, the brave stab at the dirty foul big time by little Runcorn has gone by almost without notice. I refer, of course, to the Runcorn […]
For far too long a time football in this country had been a cause without a rebel. Then came the advent of the football fanzines, publications produced by supporters for supporters. “From Behind Your Fences” belongs to this vein; the aim is to promote honest football and our small club Boston United who we dedicatedly […]