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Taking the Step

18 Jan

It’s only when you get older that you look back over your life and think “If only I’d taken that step” It could have been getting a different job, working harder at school, asking that pretty girl out, moving away from your home town and so on. Well if you didn’t take “that step” it’s too late now my friend and I’ll see you in the coffee shop ruminating over the clouds swirling slowly in your cup…

 

Back in the early eighties a good work friend of mine who made me laugh a lot and eased the tedium of factory toil, emigrated to Australia. I missed him a lot as work once again returned to the monotony it was before his arrival. Years earlier a girl I worked with in the same old factory emigrated to South Africa and left me with no warm smile to light up the gloom. I was briefly tempted to follow them, one way or another, and while I still had my youth, but I only climbed to the top stage in the swimming pool to look down and not to take that leap of faith.

 

In the mid 70’s a young man with a wife and children was given the chance to take that leap into the unknown and he soared. His name was Brent Atherton, a Wigan lad like me but unlike me he was good at something, that something being football.

 

Brent first came to the attention of the football scouts at the age of 18 after scoring 64 goals in the local Amateur League for the SS Club in Downhall Green. Blackburn Rovers moved in and Brent spent a season there playing in the A team but found it difficult to break through.

The following season Brent signed for Prescot Town and later joined Kirkby Town where he teamed up with the infamous Johnny King. In February 1971 Gordon Milne signed Brent for Wigan Athletic. Brent now lives in Australia and I managed to get in touch with him via his old friend Danny Dewhurst another ex Wiganer down under.

 

TT: The 70/71 team is my favourite Wigan Athletic side of all time. What was it like for you as a local lad to join such a successful side?

 

BA: It was a dream come true for me personally. Wigan Athletic were one of the biggest, probably the biggest non-league club in the country at the time. Gordon Milne was a top man and a top manager. The training under Gordon was a lot harder than I was used to but the morale and the atmosphere was fantastic. Kenny Banks was trainer and I have fond memories of him, lovely man.

 

What was it like to be amongst ex England players like Derek Temple and Gordon Milne for example?

 

Derek Temple was a great bloke and a fantastic player; it was a pleasure to be at the club. Gordon Milne was a real gentleman and of course he had a fantastic career. David Breen was another player who wasn’t always first choice but he was an extremely skilful player, very tricky. It was a very gifted squad and it was really difficult to break into the first team but I enjoyed every minute of my time at Wigan Athletic. Some of the other players who the fans might not recall but were very good Ron Melling and Ivor Swarbrick who played in the reserves with me.

 

Gordon Milne left the club and was replaced by Les Rigby

 

Yes that’s right and for one reason or another Les and I didn’t really get along together. Les had his favourites at the club and it was like a closed shop. I left the club and signed for Skelmersdale United. Skelmersdale were a good side back then. They were coached by Roy Rees a top coach and a great innovator. Roy managed the British Universities team and was also a coach with the F.A. He later coached in America having great success with the USA under 17’s team taking them to four U17’s World Cups and beating Brazil, Italy and Argentina.

 

There seemed to be a flux of good non-league players back then

 

Some very talented players who could have gone on to play at a higher level which some did of course. Steve Heighway had just left Skelmersdale when I arrived there. Alan Wolf was a cracking player at Skem too. Mickey Worswick was at Chorley when I played and he could easily have played at a higher level. Many others too many to mention but Johnny King was another top player. Dougie Coutts another latics favourite followed me to Skem as assistant coach to Roy Rees.

 

After appearing for clubs such as Kirkby Town, Wigan Athletic, Prescot Town, St Helens Town, Skelmersdale United and Ashton Town you received an offer too good to turn down I believe?

 

That’s right whilst playing for Skelmersdale I was approached by a scout from Perth Azzuri a club in Australia. I jumped at the chance to move and together with my wife and two children we set out on big adventure in 1977. The opportunity was too great to turn down and we never looked back after that, settling down here for good.

 

Did you feel under any pressure to justify your passage from the other side of the world?

 

No I was always confident in my ability and quite a few players made the same journey from Britain at the time. The players that emigrated helped raise the standards of football in Australia. Perth Azzuri was an Italian based club and they really looked after us. I quickly adapted to the heat and in fact preferred it to the harsh conditions we got in England from time to time. It was less stressful and we just embraced the lifestyle with open arms.

 

You had a very good career out there too

 

Yes Azzuri won two Championships while I was there. I was playing in midfield by then and I’ve always been fit so I was quite an energetic player. I later moved to Kelmscott United and was made captain there, well I had to pass the armband on to Sir Trevor Brooking when he arrived for a spell at the club but I said to him “I want it back when you’re gone!” He was a gentleman on and off the field. We won the Cup playing together in midfield that season.  In 1983 I moved to Forrestfield United and it was there that I won my greatest honour being voted the league’s Best Player Award and receiving the Gold Star on television. I’ve loved every minute of my career and been fortunate to play with or against Bobby Moore, Trevor Brooking, Alan Ball, Ted McDougall, Maurice Parkin ex Leeds/Sheff Utd, Peter Holt ex Rochdale and John Salton ex Dunfermline.

 

Thank you to Brent for agreeing to this interview, many thanks also to Danny Dewhurst for doing the actual interviewing* Danny also performed the laborious task of typing the emails out. Thank you gentlemen it’s been a pleasure.

 

Tony Topping

 

*I did want to go over and interview Brent myself but sadly my Mudhutter expenses didn’t stretch that far. Still if anyone wants interviewing in Scholes I can just about scratch enough together for that, sniff…

 

 

The History Man

11 Dec

The History Man

I went for my flu jab the other day at Boston House Surgery hey it’s free for codgers so I’m in. If they were giving away the Bubonic plague for free I’d be there, owt for nowt. Normally when I’m in this part of town I’m on my way to a match at the stadium and usually on the last minute but today I have all the time in the world. So what did I do with all this time? I went for a walk into the past yet again…

Up Springfield Road and down First Avenue for the first time in years. I walked slowly trying to conjure up misty memories from that terraced street which thankfully was empty and silent as the grave. All of us who ventured down that street to watch the latics at Springfield Park should pay a visit now and again especially if it’s been years since we last did it.

At the end of the Avenue the view of course has changed dramatically. New-ish houses populate what was once our pot holed pitted car park. A little gap allows you to cut through to the houses and then the ghosts appear. I’ll admit I was surprised by my reaction, a melancholy mood engulfed me and it was like visiting a graveyard where loved ones are interned.

I wandered about for a bit in the drizzle and made my way out via St Andrews Drive. Nothing indicates this was our former home apart from one lonely street sign Lyon Road. A nice tribute to a latics legend but could and should have been so much more. I’m about to move off when I notice something on the street name from across the road. On closer inspection it’s a sticker stuck over the “O” in LYON something to do with Wigan Warriors. How petty can they get? I spend the next couple of minutes making sure I get every bit of the crap from the sign.

It’s our history, our turf, our players and our people. Never forget that.

I’ve actually dipped my toe into the latics history waters and it’s an all consuming interesting frustrating hobby. We are lucky at Wigan to have some fantastic historians amongst our fans, Bernard Ramsdale, Andrew Werrill, Rod Prescott, Steve Halliwell, George Chilvers David Roughley (http://springfieldparkmemorial.weebly.com) and my good friend Paul Gallagher but one man who I always associate with Wigan Athletic and statistics is of course Jeff Rourke. From an early age I watched Jeff and his mates write notes down at Springfield Park. Glancing at watches, no doubt synchronised, and nodding sagely they would record every minutiae of the game.

If you want to know anything about Wigan Athletic Jeff is the man to see. Here is a little insight into our very own Jeff…

1ST GAME

I remember waiting at my local shops in Beech Hill with my Dad to catch a coach to go to Blackburn to see Latics play Chorley in the 1959 Lancashire Junior Cup Final. I don’t remember the game which is just as well as our local rivals hammered us 4-1. Still I was hooked.

INFAMOUS BRAWL

I remember a game in 1962 against Winsford United when the referee abandoned the match because the players were brawling. An angry crowd gathered outside the ground waiting for the referee to appear but he managed to dodge them by jumping over a wall at the other end of the ground. Latics were losing the game 2-1 at the time. 

SCRAPBOOKS

I was 14 when England won the World Cup and I kept a scrapbook of the occasion (and also for the next 7).  I began keeping scrapbooks of Wigan Athletic from season 1966/67 and have continued to do so every season since. 

MADNESS

In 1969, I remember going to Chorley on a Friday in order to catch a holiday coach going to Clacton-on-Sea. Latics were playing a pre-season friendly at Cambridge United and the coach went through Cambridge at 5am on the Saturday morning. It was worth it as Latics won 2-0 but I had to wait until midnight to catch the return coach back to Chorley.

WEMBLEY

Finally getting there in the 1973 FA Trophy Final against Scarborough but it ended in disappointment as the Seadogs won in extra time with a controversial offside goal. Staying behind after the game thinking I’d probably not come back here again – how wrong was I. 

FA CUP GIANT-KILLERS

Beating Jack Charlton’s Sheffield Wednesday in the FA Cup in 1977 – the 9th Football League scalp non-league Latics had taken. 

ELECTION AT LAST

Replacing Southport to finally gain election to the Football League in June 1978 after 34 failed attempts. What a night we had in the Supporters’ Club.

CAR CRASH

Travelling with mates back from a postponed game at Hartlepool in 1979, we got hit from behind while going through Leeds and our vehicle spun round in slow motion and ended up facing the wrong way – that was scary.

WRITING IN PROGRAMME

In 1982, asking Director Jack Farrimond, who was the first ever Latics Secretary in 1932, if I could write in the match-day programme.

GOT TRAVEL CLUB STARTED

After discovering Swansea had a Travel Club and we were paying over twice as much as them to travel,  I wrote to Latics Director Jim Bennett  in 1984 asking could we start one up and after two meetings in the Supporters’ Club – I was elected Secretary.

FIRST WEMBLEY TRIUMPH

Seeing captain Colin Methven lifting the Freight Rover Trophy after the 3-1 win over Brentford in 1985. I had a splitting headache all the game just wanting the victory so much. I didn’t even notice Mike Newell’s hand ball before scoring.

SON’S DESERTION

My son Steven, born in 1984 has not followed in my footsteps and after taking him on a trip around Old Trafford, he stayed a Manchester United fan but Latics are his second favourite club

RELEGATION/PROMOTION

Relegation to Division 3 was a major disappointment at the end of season 92/93

but then winning the Championship in the last game of season 96/97 more than made up for it especially as Fulham were beaten for the title by their own goals scored suggestion.

THE THREE AMIGOS

Watching Jesus Seba, Isidro Diaz and Roberto Martinez doing their matador goal celebrations and the fans’ flag that stated “Jesus is a Wiganer”.

CLOSURE OF SPRINGFIELD PARK

After 40 years, the thought of not standing on the popular side, hearing the dodgy tannoy system and missing all the great nights in the Supporters’ Club, my second home, was hard to imagine at first but we have all the memories.

MORE PROMOTION

Winning the Division 2 title with a massive 100 points in season 02/03 before missing out on the play-offs on the last day due to a West Ham last minute  equaliser in our first season in the Championship.  The  Premiership dream was realised the following season by finishing runners-up to Sunderland.

CARLING CUP FINAL

Reaching the final held at the Millenium Stadium before being beaten 4-0 by Manchester United. Knocking out Newcastle United and Arsenal along the way. 

SURVIVING IN THE PREMIERSHIP

Lasting eight seasons and playing a remarkable 304 Premiership games – winning 85, drawing 76 and losing 143 but all the big boys have been beaten at one point.

WINNING THE FA CUP

The bucket dream of every football supporter came true for  Latics fans just after 7pm on May 11th 2013 when Ben Watson’s superb last minute header won the coveted trophy, to become the 43rd different name engraved on the cup.

PLAYING IN EUROPE

Zulte-Waregem of Belgium, NK Maribor of Slovenia and Rubin Kazan of Russia provided the opposition with over 2,500 fans making the first trip to Bruges a fantastic spectacle.

I unfortunately travelled to Bruges through the club which was a big mistake, probably the last coach to get there but the first one back in Wigan – one of the biggest disappointments  I’ve had – even took Shearings to court over it.

 

Thanks to Jeff for the interview and it’s safe to say that our history is in good hands with our dedicated group of historians. See you in the history shop kids!

 

Tony Topping

P.S. If you know of any Wigan Athletic historians who deserve a mention here please let me know and I’ll update the post. Thanks

Another respected WAFC historian is Paul Rowley

 

25 Years of Junior Latics (2008)

4 Aug

25 years of Junior Latics

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.  ~Stacia Tauscher

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2008 was the 25th anniversary of Wigan Junior Latics, 25yrs of looking after the lifeblood of this club, playing a vital role in the history of Wigan Athletic yet taken for granted by the powers that be. That I hasten to add is my own personal view, feel free to disagree but I have seen them treated harshly in our rapid rise through the leagues. Homeless and unattached they wander from venue to venue whilst the corporate big wigs jostle for position at the Premiership trough.

Yes we know they contribute some of the money but as the saying goes all that glistens is not gold. The ones who are really precious are outside shivering by a bus or standing in a broken down nightclub or if their really lucky in a nearby gym. The adults who give up their time freely to look after and organise these children do so stoically, the show must go on and it does thanks to them and no none else. My own two children now young adults were both fortunate enough to be picked out as mascots. My daughter led the team out against Millwall at Wembley in 1999 and my son v Gillingham at Springfield Park on a cold barren Tuesday night. Two very different occasions but both of them were precious to me and the kids. A quarter of a century ago things seemed very different to me, was I looking back through rose tinted glasses? To find out I managed to get in touch with someone who was there in those early days, Laurence Fairhurst all round nice guy and lifelong latics fan agreed to talk to me about our junior member’s organisation.

When did you become involved in the Junior Latics? How did JL start up?

I first became involved in 1985 two years after the organisation was set up. My son Barry was playing for the Junior Latics U10’s and I was asked if I would like to help out. Jack Sudworth started the whole thing off after seeing how well Man City’s Junior Blues was doing.

Did you get any help financially back in those early years?

Yes we got help from Port Petroleum and Heinz amongst others. Heinz were especially good with us.

Were the senior players at Wigan Athletic initially keen to attend events?

The players were very good especially when we were based at Springfield Park. We had the likes of Neil Rimmer, Alan Tankard, Roberto Martinez and Stuart Barlow turning up on a regular basis but they all were very keen. Bryan Hamilton was especially good when he was manager and he would have the players on a rota to attend our meetings. Dave Philpotts was another one who made sure the players knew their responsibilities with regards to the kids. It’s a little bit harder nowadays to get close to the players but Jimmy Bullard was always brilliant when he was here.

When did you first start watching the latics? Who was your favourite player?

In 1959/60 a Lancashire Cup game. My Dad liked to watch the rugby but like many others in those days he also watched the latics especially in the cup. After a while I started to make my own way there. My favourite player would have to be Harry Lyon. He wasn’t the most skilful player I have seen but he knew where the net was! 60 goals in a season, it’s not bad is it? He would run through a brick wall if you asked him. He was a great character who liked a pint and always had time for a chat.

Did any of the latics players kids ever become members of Junior Latics?

Stuart Barlow’s little lad Josh became an honorary member but no other players children ever joined. Arjan DeZeeuw’s was at one meeting and he was so impressed that he asked us if his own children could attend the event. After we said yes he nipped home straight away to bring them down.

Who were the worst away Juniors to visit Wigan?

Oh Preston North End definitely! Around 72 of them turned up at Springfield Park on a double decker bus for one match. They only had two adults to look after the lot of them! We usually played football etc on the all weather pitch but it was unavailable on this particular day so we herded them all into the supporters club. They were wild, running about everywhere while their “minders” were drinking at the bar. Eventually Carol Liptrot could take no more and we had to put them in the family enclosure. They started to wreck that and we had to get the stewards to march them to the away end. Undeterred they went on to smash an emergency exit door down!

Which ground was the best to visit with the Junior Latics?

I would have to say Rotherham United. We had a great relationship with them and always got a warm welcome whenever we visited Millmoor. They always organised events for the adults as well as the children and they put on fantastic buffet’s etc.

Without doubt the best away trip we had.

What happened to the little caravan that used to be near the supporters club at Springfield Park?

Stuart Roy Clarke

Image by Stuart Roy Clarke from thehomesoffootball.co.uk

Ah the little caravan was eventually sold for £5! The trouble was it was always getting vandalised even though we never kept anything valuable in it. You would get a phone call from Norma (Sherratt) saying “They’ve been in it again” Shame really as it was an iconic symbol in its own little way. We used to take it to carnivals all over the northwest and it was great for raising the profile of our club.

Many of those Junior Latics members have gone on to have families of their own now. It must be heart warming to see their kids coming through.

Funnily enough I was at a game a little while back and I was waiting in the tunnel with the mascots when one of the Dads said “I remember the day when I was the mascot” It’s great to see that continuality, we must have been doing something right!

Finally do you miss Springfield Park?

I do miss the old ground. We had some great times in the old supporters club and it was a very sad day when we had to leave. We managed to get a last look at the club before it was torn down, sad but we have some great memories to look back on.

Thanks to Laurence and his lovely wife Therese for their hospitality. They invited me and the wife up to their home and were terrific company. They are immensely proud of Wigan Athletic and remain humble about the role they played in cultivating our junior members. The same work goes on today though the name of our junior club has changed. I can’t help feeling that the more we have progressed the more we have forgot about our roots. That somehow as supporters we are less valued than we once were, there’s a distance now that seems to be growing. Children are the lifeblood of any club and Wigan Athletic need to recognise this. They need a permanent home in the stadium on a match day. The family stand is a lonely place nowadays, marketing brains better than mine need to look at this and set about filling it. The saying “Look how far we have come” seems to be a mantra emanating from the stadium. Maybe they should be saying “Look how far we have yet to go”

Tony Topping

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Dundee to Crocodile Dundee

24 Aug

The John Wilkie Story

John Wilkie joined Wigan Athletic in time for the 1976/77 season. It was a difficult season, the club was forced to cut costs and the team was a mixture of experience and young local lads. Wigan were bottom of the league at one stage but recovered well in the second half of the season finishing 14th and won the Lancashire Cup Final v Chorley with a Joe Hinnigan header. It was a far cry from our usual position of league challengers but it was understandable in the circumstances. John Wilkie ended up top scorer with 17 goals. The 1977/78 season was in complete contrast to the previous campaign and the old swagger was back in Wigan Athletic. To everyone’s surprise it was also the clubs last season in non-league football and John Wilkie had the honour of scoring the last ever non-league goal at Springfield Park in a vital 2-1 victory against Bangor City. He also played in the clubs first ever Football League game at Hereford United a day never to be forgotten. I managed to get an interview with John and here’s his story in his own words.

How did you first get into football?

I really just got into it on my own. My Uncle Frank, who was eight years older than me, would kick a ball about with me at my grannies house. It was only a tennis ball but I took it from there and always played from then on just messing around. They had no coaching schools back then or anything like that; you got by on your own ability and people noticed you from a young age. I went to a catholic school St Pius in Douglas and the teachers were all priests. One of the teachers was keen on football and he organized trials for the team.  I got picked for the side, I was aged ten at the time, and in our first season we won the cup against all the other schools in Dundee. I scored a couple of goals in the final and in the crowd was two representatives from the Dundee Schoolboy Association and I got picked for the Dundee Schoolboys.   I also played for Douglas Amateurs until I was 13 or 14 and in Scotland they have “Junior” teams that play just before the level of the senior teams, like Dundee, Dundee United etc. The problem was with the Junior League was you had senior players coming to the end of their careers and it was… well robust for a 14/15yr old so I returned to the amateur level.

I got picked for Scotland Amateurs and that’s when I realised I could be a footballer for a living. Stanley Matthews was manager of Port Vale at the time and he invited me down for a two week trial. I was 16 and working so I asked the firm could I have the time off to play in the trials. They said no so I packed the job in and went anyway. Stanley Matthews picked me up from the railway station in his limousine; it was in the Dundee local paper when I got back home. I did well at the trials and Stanley Matthews offered me a contract. I was made up but a bit unsure about living away from home, I’d never been away before. So I asked Mr Matthews if it was okay if I asked my Mum first, he said “Yes you go on and ask your Mum and let us know” When I got back home I had no job, no money and some teams up there offered me trials and I would get £7 expenses so that’s what I did not thinking I was doing any wrong. Anyway Port Vale didn’t approve of this and I got a letter from Stanley Matthews saying they had cancelled my contract. That was one big mistake of mine and I’ve always regretted that. I should have signed the contract, my Mum even said “Go for it” but I didn’t think I was doing any wrong by playing these trials but that was it.

Where did you go from there?

I got invited for a trial by Dundee United and I played in a game against Dundee. After the game Dundee asked me to go for a week’s training up at Dens Park and I said yes but the very next day Arbroath asked me to sign for them so I joined Arbroath and I was there for around five years. We won promotion to the top league while I was there and I played against Celtic when they were reigning European Champions at the time. Alex Ferguson was another I played against when he was at Rangers, yes I played against some great players and I had some good times at Arbroath. I was due a loyalty bonus after 5 years along with my friend and teammate Jimmy Jack who had signed at the same time has me. So Jimmy goes in and he gets his bonus then I follow and ask for mine. I’m told that I couldn’t have one yet and I’d have to wait so I asked them could I have a free transfer so that I would get a signing on fee and they agreed. I signed for a club called Keith in the Highland League but just before that I had played a few games for Raith Rovers but the club were in administration and could only sign players from week to week.

I’d always played as a left winger but Keith wanted me to play as a centre forward. I enjoyed playing up front and scored 15 goals in ten games and people began to take notice. Morton came in for me and I signed for them. I ended up only playing one game because they put me on the wing and I thought they had signed me as a striker. I went to see the manager after the game and said “You’re not going to play me on the left wing are you?” he said “Yes that’s where I want you to play” so I said “Well I want to leave, I don’t want to be a winger” Ross County had been interested in signing me but I ended up at Morton so the manager phoned Ross County to ask them did they still want to buy me?  They did and the manager was Ian McNeil who went on to manage Wigan.

You had a spell at Halifax Town too, how did that come about?

I was part time so I had to work as well and I got sent on a course in Warrington. In my hotel they had this pretty receptionist and I asked her out and I fell in love with her.  When I got back to Ross County I explained to Ian McNeil that I wanted to be nearer this girl. Ian understood and he phoned his old friend George Mulhall who was manager at Halifax Town. I scored a couple of goals against Preston North End on trial and Halifax signed me, big mistake. I didn’t get on with the manager and he didn’t get on with me so when it came down to re-signing at the end of my contract I asked to leave. He phoned Ian McNeil and Ian wanted me back at Ross County so I went back. I had got married to the girl from Warrington and we both moved up to Scotland.

I’d only been back about five months when Elgin City signed me for a record fee back then in the Highland League. I was at Elgin for about 18 months when Ian McNeil then at Wigan Athletic signed me for the latics. It was ideal because my wife had her family in Warrington. 

Life at Wigan under Ian McNeil

Ian McNeil was a great manager and I loved him to bits. I still keep in touch with him; in fact I’ll phone him after this interview. I loved it in the Northern Premier League, we didn’t do too well in my first season but the second season was very good and we finished second in the league behind Boston United. The players were fantastic and it was the best club I’d ever been with. Everyone and I mean everyone, got on together and we were all good friends, brilliant, brilliant times. Boston United’s ground was deemed unsuitable for League Football so as the NPL league runner up we were put forward for election to the Football League. When we got voted in and I was asked if I wanted to be a full time professional I jumped at the chance. The wages weren’t great but I wasn’t bothered, full time footy, you can’t beat it. I could understand Mickey Worswick not going full time, he had a decent job and he was coming to the end of a great career.

I enjoyed that first season in the league but come the second year I just felt I wasn’t the same player, I was 33yrs old then and I was disappointed when Ian McNeil decided to release me but I perfectly understood why. Wigan had younger, fresher players coming through and that’s football it happens to every football player. I went to Chorley, Les Rigby was the manager, but my heart wasn’t in it and I left after a few games. I did carry on playing football for my mate’s team in Warrington, a pub team. I scored 50 goals in my first season.

Life after football

I had studied accounting throughout my career and in fact spent two years at Wigan College while I was full time at Wigan. I got a job in accountants in Wigan and I used to get an American magazine that claimed “What happens in America today happens in Britain tomorrow” One article that caught my eye was about video rentals and how it was going to be the next big thing. So I started up my own video delivery business, posting them out £2 for two nights. The business got so big that I was coming home from work and still be sorting videos out until 11pm at night. So I opened a shop in Penketh in Warrington and it mushroomed from there it was brilliant. Then I bought a nightclub in Warrington and had both businesses going at the same time. I also bought 3 houses in Spain to rent out and everything was going hunky dory then tragedy struck…

My wife died suddenly, she became ill on a Saturday and she died the same day, totally unexpected. I had two young boys, aged 3 and 5 so I had a decision to make about the business because I couldn’t carry on with it and look after my boys at the same time so I sold everything to look after the boys. All the old Wigan players came to my wife’s funeral even though seven years had passed since I had played there.

I couldn’t get a job to fit time in with the boys but I had a caravan in Rhyl that we used at weekends and one weekend when we were there I asked the site owner if there was any jobs going that I could do that would still enable me to look after the boys. So they gave me a job has a lifeguard round the swimming pool and the boys went to a school in Rhyl and I was always there for them. Eventually I moved on to become a compere, then a kid’s entertainer, bingo caller and a singer. I used to dress up as Crocodile Dundee because people said I looked like him, all the kids thought I was him! I stayed there until I retired last year and I really enjoyed it.

John Wilkie 

I’d like to thank John for his honest and interesting interview. John took the time to phone me and we spent a good 40 minutes talking about his career. Sadly the day after this interview took place John phoned me again to tell me that Ian McNeil would have to go into care because his Alzheimer’s had got really bad. On behalf of all our supporters I would like to wish Ian all the very best. He played a prominent part in the Wigan Athletic story.

Tony Topping

Since this article was first published in the Mudhutter I’m sorry to say that the great Ian McNeil has since died. His contribution will never be forgotten or underestimated. God bless Ian

A Life in Pictures

19 Feb
A Doncaster player angrily confronts Bobby Campbell.

A Doncaster player angrily confronts Bobby Campbell.

One of the great pleasures in life as you grow older is looking at photographs from the past. Images of people and places that existed for a little while in your lifetime are whisked away in the blink of a magician’s eye and if you’re lucky you have treasured old photographs to remind you of those fading memories. Wigan Athletic fans don’t have the luxury of flickering black and white images to look back upon that some of the more established football clubs have, our early history being in non-league football. That said my quest to find the footage of Newcastle United v Wigan Athletic in the FA Cup in 1954 goes on, it was filmed but the film remains lost in the mists of time.
We may not have the moving pictures to record our days of the past but we do have an impressive portfolio of photographic images to look back upon thanks to photographers like Frank Orrell. Frank has spent a lifetime working for the local press and although his job covered everything from baby contests to cats stuck up a lamppost he did spend a lot of his time covering Wigan Athletic games too. Frank is now enjoying a well-earned retirement but his work lives on and can still be seen in the current Wigan Athletic programme. Most black and white photographs in there are accompanied by the legend “Photo courtesy of Frank Orrell”
Frank is currently working on a book of his images and we caught up with him to ask him about his career in photography.
How did you first get started in photography?
My Dad was always keen on photography, I was indifferent. On leaving school in 1965 I started work in a shop on Market St Wigan. I was there two years and my Dad kept saying to me “Why don’t you apply for a job at the newspapers?” So I wrote to the local press a few times and eventually I got a job as a photographer’s printer. As I say I had no interest in photography but after four years working in the dark room I really got into it. The Post and Chronicle was then based at the bottom of Leyland Mill Lane. The photographers let me go out with them and even supplied me with a camera. I liked going to the rugby and football games and you had to run up and down the touchlines with the camera to get the action shots. They sometimes used my photos in the paper and this really enthused me.In 1971 I was given a photographers job so I was out and about from then on.
You covered a lot of Wigan Athletic matches, were you a fan?
Not a fan as such, I’d played a lot of football and followed latics but I loved my sport. You didn’t get to cover one particular sport, you got sent out on a variety of jobs although some photographers were better suited to covering sports than others. Sometimes I would be sent out on assignments for the Football Pink which came out on the Saturday night. With the deadline being what it was back then I would only be at a game for 10mins before rushing back with the pictures. They could have scored five goals and I wouldn’t have shot any of them! Cameras in those days were wind on affairs, no motor drives, so you were constantly winding the film on trying to catch the action.

 

They didn’t have Photoshop or anything like that so if we missed the ball that was whizzing about when a goal was scored we would cut one out of another picture and stick it on with glue! Focusing was another prFootball Pinkoblem back then. We only had these short lenses so you’d focus on the penalty spot and hope a goal would be scored from there. If it was from outside the area you could forget it. I started covering the latics from about 1970/71 season and my first big occasion with them was the 1973 FA Challenge Trophy game. I was at the Man City FA Cup tie in 1971 but only saw 10mins of it. Brian McAuley was the photographer that day and I had to take his film back to the paper.
Can you tell us more about the book you are writing?
Well it’s going to be covering my 42yrs as a photographer. Every time I went out on a job I put it down in a little diary, saying where I had been and what the job was, not as a personal interest but because you had to note where you had been to claim your expenses. Luckily I kept every diary so I’ve a record of every job I have done and this helps enormously with locating the negatives. Unfortunately a lot of the old negatives have gone missing. When we moved offices to Martland Mill the old negatives were put into archives in Leigh for storage. We only got the negatives back around five years ago and sadly quite a few had gone missing along with the files detailing the photographs.

Quite a few of the missing shots were the sports ones too. Sadly past editors of the paper also threw a lot of negatives away. One editor even threw the old glass plates away that they used in the formative years of photography. Luckily I managed to get hold of a boxful of these plates before they were destroyed and one of the photographs was of Springfield Park showing a cyclist and someone with running shoes stood on the track round the pitch. I was told it was the oldest ever picture taken at Springfield Park and if I hadn’t rescued the box it would have been gone forever.
Did you admire any particular photographer?
When I first started at the paper Harold Farrimond was the chief photographer and he was a hell of a character. Harold liked his rugby and he said to me one day “Come with me Frank to the rugby and I’ll show you what we do” So he gave me this camera and I just watched what he did. The game we were covering was Wigan v St Helens and the referee was Eric Clay a real disciplinarian so much so that they called him Sergeant Major Clay. St Helens scored this controversial try and Harold went mad at the referee! “That was never a try!” and so on, the referee had to stop the game and sent Harold off! Harold was a lovely bloke and I really admired him, he could get where water couldn’t. Princess Alexandria came to Wigan once to open something and you couldn’t get near her for security but Harold sneaked under a marquee just as the Princess was having a cup of tea and shouted “Over here love!”
What was the local press like in the early days?
Well I worked at the Post & Chronicle until 1983/84 then we merged with the Wigan Observer. We were always jealous of the Observer because the technology was always better there and their photographs always looked better than ours, much clearer because of the system they used. When you see photographers now at a game they are restricted to a certain area but back in the early days you could go where you liked. I was fairly fast in those days and I would run up and down the touchlines to get action shots. In one game at Central Park I was running alongside the winger and he threw me the ball, he thought I was another player! There was quite a bit of rivalry back then when the Post and the Observer were separate entities. The Post came out every night so the Observer being just once a week tried to get all the exclusives. If you were out on a shoot you’d look at the Observer man and think “I’ve got to get a better picture than him”
Did you ever get abuse at football games?
Most grounds were ok, especially the ones were you could sit on a little stool at the back of the goals or just to the side. The worst ones were grounds like Anfield and Old Trafford because they had a camber on the pitch and you had to lie flat down on your stomach so that the supporters behind could see. Some of the stuff I got thrown at me at Anfield was unbelievable. Because the crowd was so crammed in on the kop they couldn’t get to the toilet so they used to take a little bag and when they had finished they would fling the bag at you. It wasn’t just wee in those bags too.

Wigan Athletic midfielder Andy Pilling with a spectacular overhead attempt at goal against Walsall in a Division 3 match at Springfield Park on Saturday 16th of January 1988. Latics won 3-1 with two goals from Andy Ainscow and one from Stan McEwan.

Wigan Athletic midfielder Andy Pilling with a spectacular overhead attempt at goal against Walsall in a Division 3 match at Springfield Park on Saturday 16th of January 1988.
Latics won 3-1 with two goals from Andy Ainscow and one from Stan McEwan.

One of the worst incidents was at Springfield Park; I think latics were playing Wolves that day. Wigan got a penalty at the Shevington End and I moved back against the terrace wall to get a picture from behind the goal. Next thing I know the Wolves fans had hold of my scarf and were strangling me with it! Normally you’d get shouts like “I’ve paid to come on here move out the way you big nosed so and so!”

Who’s the most famous person you’ve taken a picture of?
I would say the Queen. I took some of her when she came to the Pier and also when she visited Heinz years later. Princess Diana would be a close second I photographed her when she opened the Galleries and the new Courthouse. I also did the Pope in Liverpool Cathedral; he thought I was going to assassinate him! I was up in the rafters with the choir but I really wanted a close up, security was everywhere but I managed to slowly work my way towards the aisle. I was behind a bit of a crowd and I thought I really have to time this right. Just has he turned round I jumped out into the aisle and took his picture, his face was if you’ll pardon a pun, a picture. He probably thought I was an assassin! Also took pictures of Pele when he came to Wigan to visit Dave Whelan and I managed to get his autograph. Roy Orbison was another.

Did you get any picture of the Wigan Casino at the Northern Soul Nights?
Well it’s actually a bit of a bone of contention with me. I used to cover the Casino before the all-nighters started, I covered what were called the “Beat Groups” When the soul nights started at the Casino in the early 70’s the editor told me to go down there and get some shots. I wasn’t really bothered but I had to go. The place was dripping with sweat, everyone dancing around and just crazy. I managed to get some shots but I didn’t realise at the time how important the Casino would come to be to the Northern Soul fraternity. I was pestered to death for a while by magazines and newspapers enquiring about these pictures and I gave a lot of them out. I can’t find the negatives as I must have given these away too or they got lost and this is one of the main regrets I have. I did take one of the Wigan Casino when they were knocking it down and it’s been used a few times, it shows the piano still on the stage.

Any funny incidents involving Wigan Athletic players?
Well it wasn’t particularly funny to me but latics were playing Southampton away in the FA Cup. They played at The Dell back then and it was a really tight ground. I was behind the goal line and there wasn’t much room to spare. David Lowe came charging down the line towards me chasing this through ball. Now on this day I was using this long lens camera we had only just bought when Lowe came crashing straight into me. The long lens snapped flew straight into the air and fell on the ground in pieces. I was knocked over on the ground and Lowe was raging so much he picked up my chair and slung it down the line!

Wigan Athletic winger David Lowe's shot finds the top corner of the net for his goal against Rotherham United in the Division 3 match at Springfield Park on Saturday 28th of February 1987. Latics won the game 2-1 with the other score being an own goal.

Wigan Athletic winger David Lowe’s shot finds the top corner of the net for his goal against Rotherham United in the Division 3 match at Springfield Park on Saturday 28th of February 1987.
Latics won the game 2-1 with the other score being an own goal.

Many thanks to Frank and his lovely wife for their hospitality and time; it was a pleasure meeting you both. Also thank you to my good friend Finton Stack for help with the interview and another trip in his Batmobile.
Frank is hoping to have his book published soon and it will certainly be worth waiting for.

Tony Topping

Brian Tiler and the season 1974/75

20 Sep

A Season to Remember 74/75

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In the first of a new series we look back at a season in our history kicking off with 1974/75.
It began with defeat and ended with a record points tally, FA Cup glory was followed by tears in the FA Challenge Trophy. Brian Tiler was the man at the helm.
Brian was appointed Wigan Athletic manager in the summer of 1974. The former Rotherham, Aston Villa and Carlisle midfield/defender was signed as a player-manager but he only managed a handful of appearances for the latics and he admitted his surprise at the standard of the non-league game at this time.
That summer was played out to a soundtrack of bombs from the Ira and album charts that saw Wings, Cat Stevens, Mike Oldfield, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd rub shoulders uncomfortably with Easy, Easy by the Scotland World Cup squad.
The NPL season began inauspiciously with a 2-0 defeat at Northwich Victoria and in fact latics lost 3 of their first four games with the other defeats in cup competitions. The pressure was on and the season was only a few weeks old, moaning Wiganers? Who’d have thought!
In the first home programme of the season Brian Tiler described latics as being “the Leeds United of non-league soccer” in that everyone wanted to beat us. Young readers please take note, Leeds were a very good team back then! Derek Fuller the club secretary used his programme notes to ask for 6 people to volunteer as stewards to stop kids running onto the pitch every time a goal was scored. He was still asking for them four months later!
Tiler endured a torrid time in that first home game against Matlock Town and substituted himself admitting that “It was the most difficult decision I’ve had to make during my professional career”
After that initial bedding in period the teamwork Tiler instilled in the side paid off and they quickly made the top spot their own. The side weren’t as attractive as Gordon Milne’s team of three years earlier but then again no one has produced a team like that since.

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Crowds didn’t exactly flock down to Springfield Park initially and Allan Rimmer the Wigan Observer reporter commented that “It was one thing winning and another thing winning in style”. He did though go on to say in the programme “If ever a club did deserve support its Athletic, who have made one of their best ever starts to the season and yet have still to capture the imagination of the town’s sporting public”
Tiler and Rimmer were again at loggerheads later that season when Rimmer wrote an article slagging off the manager for refusing to give a supporter a lift back home on the team coach. Brian Tiler explained that he would never do this after a fight broke out between a supporter and a player when he was at Aston Villa.1 Meanwhile poor old Derek Fuller was complaining that “a large number of supporters are gaining admission to the ground by routes other than the turnstiles”
Financially times were tough for the latics and in November in a bid to save money the club programme was reduced from a decent glossy effort to a poor homemade photocopied version. Sometimes the ink was that faded you couldn’t make out the writing plus the dates of games were omitted. Mind you they did have the foresight to charge the same price as the glossy version 6p! In April it changed for the better though it still was an in house production. There was a paper shortage worldwide in 74, something to do with the oil crisis I think. Anyway I do recall one lad being called a daft bugger for throwing a toilet roll on the pitch at one game and an old chap rolling it up to take it home!
If the bog roll situation really got you down and you were a little flushed (Apologies for the toilet humour) then you could take a winter break to the sun courtesy of Wigan Athletic. The club were organising an eight day break in Majorca for £57. Were you one of the 70 people who took advantage of this offer?
Latics also enjoyed a good run in the FA Cup, traditionally a highlight for the club, well until the last few years that is. In the 4th qualifying round they easily disposed of Kidderminster Harriers 4-0 at home and then drew Shrewsbury Town away in the 1st round proper. Shrewsbury were top of the 4th Division at the time and just before kick off played “Catch us if you can” by The Dave Clark Five. Well Latics did catch em’ and earned a replay with a Johnny King goal.

TV JAGS ETYPEThe replay was played in pouring rain if my mind corrects me and goals from Albert Jackson and Tommy Gore saw us triumph 2-1. The winning goal saw me tumble down the Springfield terrace as I jumped high in the air and missed my footing much to the delight of my mates. We went out to Mansfield Town in the 2nd round after a replay and I remember it being a bit lively behind the ground afterwards! Mind you it was worth it just to see Johnny King’s magnificent goal.
Hopes were high for the FA Challenge Trophy and we got off to a storming start easing our way through the rounds like a hot knife through soft butter. 1st rnd Altrincham 3-1 at home, 2nd rnd Northwich Victoria 2-4 away, 3rd rnd Lancaster City 2-0 away. In the 4th round we had home advantage versus Bedford Town, who?

Yes that’s what we said and we were already putting money at one side for our Wembley trip. We lost 0-1 and the only time I’ve ever felt as bad about a football game was when we lost to Gillingham in the play off final. In fact I stayed in that Saturday night I was that pig sick and my mate Tony Lowe stopped in with me. I think he was put on suicide watch by my Dad!

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We had one thing left to win now and that was the Northern Premier League Championship. Tiler’s team were determined to win this and they chalked up victories like never before. Crowds were averaging 2000 as the Wigan public finally responded to a winning team. The Evening Post & Chronicle were “Backing Latics all the way”
Once they got to the top of the table they never relinquished their hold and ended the season as champions with a NPL record number of points winning 33 games out of 46 and losing only 7. At the end of the season Brian sang the praises of each of the players who had worked so hard for him. Singling out Mickey Worswick he said “If he was any younger I’d adopt him!”
Brian Tiler achieved something that only Gordon Milne did and he deserves his place in the Latics spotlight.

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Brian left the club the following season to coach in America. In 1990 Brian was in Italy with his good friend Harry Redknapp covering the World Cup Finals. On their way back from a game the minibus they were travelling in was hit by a speeding car and Brian and three young Italians were killed in the crash. Redknapp who was sat next to Brian also suffered serious injuries. Brian Tiler was 47yrs old when he died.
This article is dedicated to him .
Brian Tiler 1943-1990
Tony Topping

Wembley the first time

27 Aug

1973-fa-trophy-final1For the 1969/70 season the F.A. introduced a new cup competition for non league semi professional sides, the F.A. Challenge Trophy. The magnificent trophy was in fact over 60yrs old and originally was made to be used in a tournament between England, U.S.A. & Canada in 1905. The event never took place and the cup lay idle inside the F.A. headquarters until the non league teams laid claim to it all those years later.

Surprisingly for such a good side Wigan Athletic had never been past the 3rd round but in 1972/73 we made it all the way to the final.

In the first round we were drawn at home against Burton Albion. I remember this game well and we were excellent on the day soundly beating them 5-0 with the legendary Mickey Worswick getting a hat trick of penalties, the slim wing wizard Paul Clements and the more robust but equally skilful Joe Fletcher scoring the other two.

In the second round we were drawn at home again against local rivals South Liverpool. In a much harder game we managed to get through 2-0 with goals by Worswick and Graham Oates

In the 3rd round we were again lucky enough to be drawn out the hat first and we faced unknown opposition in the face of Southern League Romford. Now this particular game had me worried I must admit. After all we had lost to southern teams in the previous two seasons, Hillingdon Borough and Barnet. So I was especially nervous when I took up my spot on the Springfield terrace that day. In fact since the competition’s introduction the three teams who defeated latics went on to make the final though they all ended up losers. Thankfully we turned in a great performance and triumphed 2-0 with goals from Clements and Oates. Sadly Romford folded just five years later when they ran up huge debts building a new stadium and their ground is now the site of the Romford Ice Arena.

We were now in the Quarter Finals!

This time we were drawn away from home and faced a tricky tie against Morecambe at Christie Park, never an easy place to visit. Me and my Dad took our places in the healthy 5,538 crowd and watched a very edgy game unfold. It was also very edgy on the terraces as fights broke out left right and centre between our lads and the Morecambe Reds.

We were grateful to get out intact and with a 1-1 draw, Oates again on the scoresheet.

The replay was another tight game and Morecambe defended superbly, we threw everything at them but couldn’t break them down and had to settle for a second replay after a 0-0 draw. The crowd at Springfield Park was a magnificent 9,343 the highest attendance for a F.A. Trophy game outside of the final.

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The neutral venue chosen for the 2nd replay was Blackburn Rovers Ewood Park. I took up my position in what would have been the home end for Rovers, right behind the goals. I expected the home fans to back us, I was wrong, so now we had fights going off between Wiganers and Blackburn fans. In between all the mayhem I managed to watch another nail biting game with us thankfully taking the honours with a precious 1-0 win courtesy of yet another Graham Oates goal. The attendance at Blackburn was 5,693 the highest attendance for a replay on a neutral ground in the cup’s history. In fact the three games produced the highest aggregate attendance for a tie in the competition 20,574.

Now only bitter rivals Stafford Rangers stood between us and a date at the home of football!

Stafford Rangers were managed by the wily Roy Chapman the dad of former footballer Lee Chapman. They were the current cup holders after beating Barnet 3-0 in 1972. They also were the current Northern Premier League champions and we knew the enormity of the task facing a latics side in transition.

The semi final took place at Port Vale’s ground much to the dismay of the Wigan fans, the locals would be sure to support their near neighbours Stafford. Still we set off down the motorway in good heart if not a little anxious. When we pulled in at the car park near Vale’s ground I grew increasingly more agitated when I saw the Stafford boot boys on a nearby coach. They all had painted faces, not the jolly England painted faces we see on kids nowadays but a more sinister tribal type of war paint that put the shivers up me I can tell you! When they finally noticed our coach they all started snarling and banging on the windows, giving us cut throat gestures.

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Suddenly I felt like Ralph out of “The Lord of the Flies” facing my nemesis Jack with his savages. Thankfully our driver, no doubt worried about getting his coach home in one piece, moved onto another patch of wasteland.

When we finally made it onto the ground my dad and I made a beeline for the halfway line near the main stand. We managed to get a good spot on the terrace with the stand wall behind us. Minutes before kick off the Wigan team were assembled on the pitch directly in front of us for a team photo. My dad joked and said “Hey were going to get on this picture!” In the following days we searched the local press high and low for that photograph but we didn’t find it. It did eventually turn up but more on that later.

The game itself was another taut and nervous affair much like the quarter final. Both defences were on top and neither side created a chance of note. The game petered out to a 0-0 draw and there was to be yet another replay this time at Oldham Athletics Boundary Park.

With my dad on shifts I went to the replay on my own. This time the few locals who attended were on the side of their Lancashire counterparts and I could sense that this would be our night. We played with more freedom in this match and took the game to our opponents playing some great football. Then came the moment… the ball was played in from the wing, Mickey Worswick attempted to volley it at goal but mistimed his kick and the ball spun into the air, the nearest player was Wigan’s Graham Oates and he swivelled and volleyed the dropping ball past the despairing keeper from close range.

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The final whistle produced fantastic scenes as the players and fans went wild with delirium. Somehow in amongst all the celebrations I managed to get from behind the goals to a spot near the players tunnel. Everyone else stayed behind the goals with the players but I knew eventually that the team would have to make it back to the changing rooms. Stood all alone apart from a couple of bored stewards I managed to shake each players hand as they walked back, with Johnny Rogers giving me a big joyous bear hug! We were going to Wembley!

On Saturday morning April 28th 1973 I got up nice and early after hardly sleeping all night. Grabbing our bags stuffed with enough provisions to feed a small army we walked the short distance to Marsh Green shops to meet up with our coach. Safely aboard my dad opened his first bag of butties, a Topping ritual followed by the rest of my family but thankfully not by me. On coach trips to Butlins we wouldn’t have left the market square in Wigan before my parents & sisters tucked into their goody bags. But this wasn’t Billy Butlins, no this was the furthest I had travelled in my young life.

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As we set off somebody asked the driver to put the radio on, he duly did and the first record playing was “Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree” by the group Dawn. A popular record at the time but not exactly to my tastes, in fact by the time we had got to Birmingham I was sick to death of hearing it and would have gladly hung Tony Orlando from the nearest oak tree given the opportunity.

To take my mind off this unsavoury image I concentrated on reading my Goal magazine which had great colour pictures of football luminaries such as Chris Balderstone (Carlisle Utd), Bobby Shinton (Wallsall) & Alf Wood (Millwall). For some reason my eyes lingered longest on a picture of Doreen Bernard (Wife of Everton’s Mike Bernard) until an embarrassed cough from my dad encouraged me to turn the page.

At long last we reached the outskirts of Wembley and everyone craned their necks to be the first to get a glimpse of the stadium. In the meantime I surveyed this “southern” landscape for the first time. I was disappointed, after being brought up on the films of Walt Disney I fully expected to see gents in pin striped suits with bowler hats, pearly Kings& Queens and stiff upright nannies pushing huge prams through pretty parks.

Not even a hint of a chimney sweep either.

Suddenly someone shouted out “It’s there!” and there it most surely was, the magical twin towers caught in a stream of sunlight that peeked through the cloud laden sky. The stadium looked enormous, this was football’s Camelot and I was about to enter its imposing doors. But not before my dad had enjoyed his pre match pint.

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To be fair my dad didn’t normally drink on a match day but this was a special occasion so we headed for a leisure centre where I had a game of ten pin bowling and my dad had his tipple. Then finally we took up our spots inside English football’s coliseum. We were behind the goals which were all terracing back then and we managed to get a place leaning on a crush barrier. At the other end of the ground the 5,000 Scarborough supporters gathered in their red and white whilst we had a fantastic following of 17,000 adorned in blue and white.

The scene was set and I was confident that we would win; I mean how could we fail with such brilliant backing? When I saw the size of Scarborough’s goalkeeper I was even more convinced that the cup was ours for the taking.

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Bert Garrow the Scarborough custodian was quite simply the fattest goalkeeper I had ever seen! But Scarborough were well drilled and organised and they were the first to settle in a frantic opening few minutes. In the 11th minute they took the lead when Leask took advantage of some poor defending to put the ball past Reeves. The game was scrappy and Garrow handled everything superbly despite his ample girth, but to be fair he didn’t have that much to do.

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The game was slipping away and I was resigned to defeat, when with just seconds remaining we crossed the ball into the box and a Scarborough defender managed to head the ball to the edge of the packed penalty area. John Rogers lay in wait and hit the ball hard and low, it flew like an arrow through the crowd of players and straight through the unsighted Garrow’s legs!

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Moments later the 90 minutes were up and we looked forward to extra time with renewed hope, surely we had the advantage now?

Sadly we had all but ran out of steam and four minutes from the end of the game Thompson raced through to score the winner, though to this day I’m convinced he was offside.

Wigan had arranged an open top bus to take them through the town whatever the result at Wembley and I got up on the Sunday to greet them. My dad decided to do some gardening, convinced that nobody would bother to turn out. As I followed the path across the notorious Gant to Springfield, I did have my doubts about people making the effort. Those doubts were erased when I entered the ground’s car park; it was full of hundreds of supporters! We heard the team bus coming before we saw it, loads of people were marching along with it, cheering and sounding horns.

When it finally stopped outside the clubhouse I could see Johnny King the hardest man ever to play for our team and he was crying his eyes out overwhelmed with the welcome.

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I walked back home that lovely Sunday proud of my team, they had got me to Wembley for the first time and as everyone knows you never forget the first time.

Oh and before I forget here’s a little postscript to that Wembley visit.

When we finally trudged off Wembley to get the coach home I was despondent and close to tears. Sat on the coach I got in trouble for berating a women and her husband who said “Latics were a disgrace to the town” My dad finally calming me down before telling her husband to “shut it”

Feeling sorry for me my dad offered me the programme that neither of us had bothered to open. I flicked through it not really in the mood for a read when suddenly there it was, the photograph taken at Vale Park! “Dad, dad, were in the programme!” I cried, my dad looked at it “Let’s have a look… oh aye lad we are” and we were, frozen in time forever. My dad having a smoke, and me with my long hair and denim jacket with just a hint of a smile…

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Tony Topping

Pictures courtesy of Andrew Werrill and Peter Funnell.

Dedicated to the players of both teams especially those who have sadly passed away including Malcolm Thompson scorer of the winning goal.

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