Park football: Whatever happened to Ockendon United?

THE MUDDY, laced ball, resembling Barnes Wallis’ bouncing bomb, rolled into the net, careering over worm-casts and divots. A gaggle of schoolboys, wearing their Gola or Co-op boots, tried to kick the ball back in play from behind the goal. The goalkeeper, white spindly legs, Peter Bonetti –style hair and an ill-fitting, gaping-at-the-neck green jersey, muttered under his breath and bent down to pick the ball up. He glanced up and saw the boys scrambling around behind the goal: “Alright lads?”. We were in awe. This was Ockendon United’s star goalkeeper, Joe Bloggs.

It was Joe Bloggs, wasn’t it? We thought so, because when, a few months earlier, we asked him to sign our Frido ball, he penned “Joe Bloggs” on the orange dimpled plastic with a blue Bic. It was only some years later that we realised he was taking the piss. But at that moment, he was Joe Bloggs. “Hard luck, Joe,” I called, commiserating with him over letting the goal in, scored by the number 7 of Stork Margarine FC. He muttered again, probably an expletive and scythed the ball upfield.

Ockendon United’s home ground was the dog-shit laden recreation ground. On a Saturday afternoon during the football season, there would be two games on most weeks. Ockendon United played in all white. The first time I came across them, I asked Joe what team he was playing for. Sarcastically, he said: “Leeds United”. I looked closely at their badge to confirm that it wasn’t Leeds and I was damn sure that Joe was not Gareth Sprake. He didn’t speak with a Welsh accent, for a start. And it wasn’t David Harvey, either. For a moment, I thought the number 10 looked a little like Johnny Giles, but I couldn’t see Don Revie on the sidelines in his sheepskin. The badge confirmed it. An oak tree, which suggested that the nearby Royal Oak pub was their home “base”. It wasn’t Leeds.

The Royal Oak, South Ockendon – an OUFC hangout…

It was about 1968 when I first realised Ockendon even had a team. I imagined that if the club was successful, perhaps a stadium could be built on the rec. When you consider that teams like East Thurrock United and Purfleet (later Thurrock) started in much the same way, it’s not such a scatter-brain idea. Lots of non-league clubs began life as village concerns.

I got to know a couple of the players from the Ockendon team. Not personally, of course, but they were recognisable around the area. One small, busy player with very black hair called Steven Gillingham always stood out (I wonder what happened to him, he must be mid-to-late 60s now). And then there was Trevor Gray, who played in goal for them when Joe Bloggs was injured.

We watched intensely and even tried to listen in on the half-time team-talk. As they trooped to the sideline, we watched the players smoke a half-time ciggy, suck on an orange, swear a lot and scratch their arses. “Bugger off, lads,” would often be the way we were greeted. “We’re busy”. Seeing our heroes for what they really were was an eye-opener. “I bet Peter Osgood doesn’t have a half-time smoke,” I said. “Or swear.” My pal responded: “I’ve heard that George Best has a woman at half-time. At least that’s what my brother reckons.”

The second half would be accompanied by a transistor radio as we listened to Radio 2’s football coverage. Occasionally, one of the players might call over, “How are Spurs getting on?”. They weren’t interested in how rivals like Avel Lindberg or Grays Social were faring, but they needed to know if Jimmy Greaves had scored at White Hart Lane. Of course, the games ended earlier than the Football League as it would be dark by 4.30pm. “Do you think they will build floodlights at the rec?” I would ask Joe. “Not until we draw Manchester United in the FA Cup,” he would reply.

When the final whistle went, there was a window of opportunity of about 20 minutes to half an hour before the nets were retrieved by the park keeper. At both ends, a gang of youngsters (who would appear like scavangers out of the bush looking to pick a freshly-mauled corpse) would commandeer the goalmouth. Nets were the ultimate luxury item for any group of players – no endless march to find the ball as it sped through the posts and into the ditch! “Quick, 10 minutes each way,” was the rallying call.

As we were small and undeveloped, a game on a full-size pitch would be low on thrills. By the time we reached the penalty area, we were worn out but a “shot” from 25 yards was guaranteed to find the back of the net as the goalkeeper (usually the smallest of us) would scamper across the goal-area and almost always be unable to stop the daisy-cutter.

Our fun would be curtailed as the park-keeper brought his wheel-barrow over. “Oi, get off the pitch,” he yelled, ignoring the fact that 22 hulking blokes had just played on it and now a mere half a dozen pint-sized primary school kids were just attempting to recreate the 1966 World Cup.

We recognised the park-keeper. It was none other than Joe Bloggs. What a clubman!

Photo: PA

The Non-League 100: Grays Athletic 2004-06 – a kind of boom and bust

grays-2THURROCK is a borough full of football people, but many of them prefer to watch the likes of West Ham, Tottenham and Arsenal. In the 1990s, teams from the area started to acquire some ambition, not altogether unrelated to the rise of clubs from Billericay and Canvey Island. Grays Athletic, which was always considered to be Thurrock’s leading club, until Purfleet (later Thurrock) came on the scene, had a golden period in the early years of the 21st century.

It almost looked too good to be true and indeed it probably was, but Grays had a three-year spell where they won the FA Trophy twice and went so close to securing a place in the Football League! But by 2010, Grays were in reduced circumstances and playing in front of crowds of little more than 200. So, what went wrong.

In 2003, Grays went full-time, a bold move for a club that was attracting crowds of barely 300 people. They picked up a lot of young players from academies, but they were also reputed to be paying, in relative terms, considerable sums of money to players. This was on the eve of the somewhat flawed restructuring of non-league football, extending the Conference to three divisions. At the end of 2003-04, Grays found themselves in sixth place in the Isthmian Premier which placed them in the new Conference South.

Achievements

In their new surroundings, Grays saw their gates rise to an average of 568, and on the field, they had an excellent season, winning the league with 98 points and losing just four games. Mark Stimson, in his first managerial position, was an advocate of attacking and entertaining football and it showed – Grays scored 118 goals in 42 games. In  addition, Grays won the FA Trophy at Villa Park, beating  Hucknall on penalties after a 1-1 draw. The Blues had beaten Burton Albion, Exeter City, Altrincham, Havant, Sutton, Windsor and Great Wakering on a long and glorious run.

The following season, Grays started life in the Conference National with a 15-game unbeaten run. Moreover, crowds went up to an average of 1,400 per game as the Grays public started to buy into the project started by director of football Mick Woodward. The 2005-06 season saw Grays finish third in the Conference and qualify for the play-offs to the Football League.

The semi-final first leg, at Halifax, was a disaster as the home side took advantage of Grays’ defensive frailties to race into a 3-0 lead after just half an hour.  They came back to 3-2, but they were up against it in the second leg when Halifax took the lead early on. Grays levelled in the second half through Michael Kightly and went ahead through John Nutter, but a penalty levelled the scores once more. As much as Grays tried, they could not save the day and they lost 5-4 on aggregate.

A few days later, there was considerable consolation as Grays retained the FA Trophy, beating Woking 2-0 at Upton Park. Grays could scarcely have had a tougher path to the final, slaloming their way past Aldershot, Kidderminster, Hereford, Dagenham & Redbridge and Exeter City to reach the final but at West Ham, they played open, attractive football to beat the Surrey side. The Daily Telegraph, so impressed by Grays, commented: “the stunning performance of Stimson’s side gave the east side of London something to celebrate”.

The players

The eldest player in the Grays side was goalkeeper Ashley Bayes, in his early 30s when he joined the club from Hornchurch. There were other members of the squad that had previously played for Hornchurch – centre back Jamie Stuart and central midfielder John Martin were among them. One of Grays’ key players was John Nutter, a fast, attacking full back who joined from Aldershot. Midfielders Stuart Thurgood and Michael Kightly were former Tottenham youngsters. Thurgood, skipper of the team, dominated the centre of the park in the 2006 final against Woking. Glenn Poole, who scored one of the goals, arrived from Thurrock in 2005 but had been at Southend earlier in his career. Grays’ strength was their fleet-footed attack, Dennis Oli and Aaron McLean. Stimson commented after the Woking game: “Over the 90 minutes we probably just had a little bit too much movement for Woking. I always fancy us to score more than the opposition – if they get three we will get four.” One interesting member of the Grays squad was a very raw youngster named Gary Hooper, who went on to play for Celtic and is currently with Sheffield Wednesday.

The team that beat Woking was: Ashley Bayes, Andy Sambrook, John Nutter, Jamie Stuart, Stuart Thurgood, Dennis Oli, John Martin, Aaron McLean, Michael Kightly, Glenn Poole, Christian Hanson.

Aftershock

Mark Stimson resigned 48 hours after the FA Trophy final. An ambitious man, he gambled on being offered a chance to manage at Football League level. He told the local media: “I made my mind up after the Trophy win. The performance was so good and the whole day was special. I was devastated after going out of the play-offs. I really thought we would get into the league. The opportunity was there and I’m not sure it will come along again.”

His words were prophetic, for Grays would never fly so high again. In fact, in 2008, the club announced a 50% cut to its playing budget and by 2010, were bottom of the Conference. They went straight to the Isthmian Division One North, although at one point, it looked like they would be heading for the Essex Senior League. They also lost their ground and have spent the last seven seasons ground-sharing. The future may be a little brighter now as the club is in negotiations for a new home, but the period since 2004 is a warning to any club that becomes a little bit too ambitious. That said, Grays fans will never forget that short period of unprecedented success.

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GOTP special: The only way is Essex!

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ESSEX and football go together like fish and chips. Although bordering on London, and therefore a county that feeds a lot of the capital’s clubs with supporters, Essex also has its footballing identity: Southend United and Colchester United may be the most identifiable of clubs, but there’s a few grey areas as well.

Here’s just some of the articles we’ve produced on Essex football:

January 31, 2016: Tilbury – still exotic
It sounds unlikely, but I always felt there was something vaguely exotic about Tilbury. As a child, Tilbury meant sea-faring vessels arriving from far-flung places or going off around the world. A rare treat was sitting in a car, close to Tilbury Fort and watching the ships creep along the Thames Estuary. Tilbury promised travel and adventure.There was history,too. In 1588 Queen Elizabeth addressed her troops at Tilbury – “My beloved people” – as England came under threat from Spain. And in the 1950s, Tilbury gave thousands of West Indian migrants their first glimpse of their new home as they walked down the gangplank of the Windrush

November 18, 2015: When Aveley ruled the world
We all identify the Reliant Robin with the BBC TV series Only Fools & Horses, but back in 1969, a blue three-wheeled car acted as an improvised team coach for Benyon County Primary School.

October 23, 2015: The decline of hinterland football
It should come as no surprise that Thurrock is tailor-made for football. It’s on the fringes of Greater London – despite some people tagging Thurrock as the “east end”, Greater London ends at Havering. That’s not to say that Thurrock isn’t full of folk that have come out of “the old East End” or at least had grandparents from places like Bromley-by-Bow, Poplar, the old docklands and Stepney. South Ockendon, for example, had a huge estate built in 1969 that housed the London refugees, and it was popularly called “the GLC estate”.

November 29, 2014: The Canvey hotbed
In the early 21st century, some of the best football ever seen in the Isthmian Premier Division came from the much-derided island of Canvey. Essex man has never got full credit for his contribution to non-league football and in the 1980s, 1990s and early 2000s, the Thames Estuary made its mark on the game. As well as Canvey Island’s own efforts, Grays Athletic, Thurrock/Purfleet and East Thurrock United all came into view, but on Canvey, football fans – if only they realised it – had never had it so good.

August 10, 2014: Calling in on Colchester United
Colchester were mostly seen as an old Football League fourth division side and in 1990, they fell through the trapdoor into the Conference. They won their way back, however, in 1992, winning the non-league double of Conference and FA Trophy. In 2006, they achieved a remarkable promotion to the Championship, but by 2009, they were in League One, where they have stayed ever since. On the opening day of 2014-15, they hosted Oldham Athletic.

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