IT ALMOST went unnoticed in July, but Brian James, a respected journalist with the Mail and Sunday Times, passed away at the age of 87.
A lot of people will not be familiar with James, but anyone who has been captivated by the road to Wembley stadium, or has followed competitions like the FA Cup and FA Vase from beginning to end, owes a little to Mr James.
Back in 1976, he wrote Journey to Wembley, a football odyssey from Tividale to Wembley. James started on his FA Cup journey at Tividale and worked his way to the old twin towers to Manchester United v Liverpool, and as a postscript, went to Rome to see Liverpool win their first European Cup. He followed the winners of each round of the FA Cup to the next round.
James opened up a whole new world for some people, visiting clubs that most people had never heard of – certainly Tividale had never been on anyone’s radar. For some readers, it started their interest in non-league football. Countless people have, year-in, year-out, replicated his trip through the FA Cup – I did something similar in 1990, and like James, I saw Manchester United win the competition at Wembley.
Some excerpts from Tividale to Wembley.
Tividale: “The ground is half way up a hill. On three sides it is bounded by new homes, on the fourth it opens out into a panoramic view of the Midlands industrial sprawl.”
Telford United’s player-manager, Geoff Hurst: “It was a smashing meal, though Hurst made another mental note – something about the serving of the dessert pancakes. ‘I take my pubs seriously, they are my insurance against turning out to be the world’s worst football manager. I love the game still, want to make some sort of mark in it, but with a good business behind me I don’t need to be scared.”
Matlock Town: “A small club needs to make use of whatever resources it has – and cast-off sofas are not be rejected when the dug-out needs furnishing.”
Carlisle United: “The snow had gone from the ground, but the fields were grey-green with frost and a cold mist had retreated only a few hundred yards behind the iron fences of Brunton Park; a frontier-post of football indeed, guarded only by sheep. Nothing moves out there.”
Kevin Keegan: “The main reason people keep on about Keegan’s impending transfer is that Keegan himself never stops taking about it; even in a TV broadcast when the title was won, he couldn’t resist speculation about how the team would manage ‘next season…after I have left…’cos it’s time for me to go’. This is the tune he’s been playing for well over a year.”
James appeared to be an old-fashioned Fleet Street peddler who earned his spurs after being hired as an office boy. He belonged to a different age, but he was widely acknowledged as a great “all rounder”. He was 87.