So that’s why I’m
here – to see how this historic football club is managing after a troubled
time. Also, being late-December, I didn’t want to risk the possibility of a
game being called off, so attending a league ground, with their professional
set-ups, helps greatly with these odds. Okay, I might be here for the beer too.
I think in years to come, the Oystons’ reign will be held up
as
the example of how a breakdown in relations
with the supporters can be the death knell for a club. Despite Blackpool rising
from the depths of The Football League to the Premier League under their
ownership, the potential of the club was somewhat suppressed from there. Key
investments in the stadium, training ground and playing staff were not made
(despite them making huge profits with TV money and player sales) and eventually,
reality caught up with them and they were back in the fourth tier, just 6 years
after being in the top one.
Due to their ostensible lack of urgency to reinvest profits
back into the club to strengthen it for the long term, accusations of ‘asset
stripping’ were directed at the Oystons by supporters. As you’d imagine, the
owners didn’t take too kindly to this and they battened down the hatches,
refusing to have any meaningful dialogue. The silence saw supporters grow
increasingly frustrated, protests turned to boycotts and in the midst of these,
insults were traded by both sides (the owners would take legal action against
several supporters for libel, whilst chairman, Karl,
would receive a 6-week ban from all football activity for labelling a supporter ‘a retard’ in a text
message). These incidents ensured that any reconciliation was nigh-on
impossible – lifelong supporters chose to not attend games, feeling that any
penny they spend would go straight into the pockets of the Oystons.
I read an interesting comment from a fan whilst researching
this story –
if you weave yourself
through too many loopholes, don’t be surprised if you tie yourself in
knots. Ultimately, it was one of the Oystons’ business dealings that
brought their ownership to an end. In 2006, Latvian businessman, Valeri Belokon,
purchased a 20% stake in the club, promising supporters that his ambition was
to see Blackpool in the Premier League within 5 years (they got there in 4).
Along with majority shareholder, Owen Oyston, Belokon
would personally finance the construction of a new South Stand and South-West
corner for the stadium. A year later, Belokon announced that he would be
setting up a fund to provide the club with a transfer kitty to purchase players
that would help them up the leagues. Keep these investments in mind.
Despite their one season in the Premier League being seen as
a great example of how a club on a limited budget can go toe-to-toe with the
big boys, alarm bells were ringing before a ball had been kicked. The club took
pride in that none of their players were on more than £10,000 a week – indeed,
Belokon
told the Daily Mail that was the model going forwards. However, anyone with
a fleeting knowledge of football economics would know that such a budget isn’t
particularly competitive if you’re trying to stay in the Premier League – so
were they collecting the TV money in a noble attempt to strengthen the infrastructure
of the club, so they’ll be able to return stronger? The stadium (they had to
switch their opening Premier League match against Wigan because their
‘temporary’ East Stand wasn’t built) and training ground were cited as major
issues for the club throughout the next couple of years.
Fast-forward to 2015 and with Blackpool going backwards and
questions being asked about the direction of the club, Belokon took legal
action against the Oystons, alleging that they had ‘misused’ club funds. After Belokon
resigned as a director of the club in August 2017, the following November saw a
court determine that Owen Oyston and his son, Karl, had ‘
abused their majority shareholding position in a manner that was
detrimental to both the business and Belokon –
their
findings revealed that £26.77 million had been ‘illegitimately stripped’
from the club, paid to their other various companies. The Oystons were
ordered to pay Belokon £31 million to buy out his shares – a sum that forced
them to put the club up for sale.
With the help of Belokon-appointed receivers, the shares
owned by Oyston (and Belokon himself) were sold to lifelong Blackpool supporter,
Simon Sadler this summer, ending 31 years of Oyston rule. Promising a new era
for the club, with intelligent investments in the infrastructure and squad –
being a trader on the Hong Kong stock market whose work has helped to amass a
hedge fund of $3.5 billion, it’s not difficult to feel positive about his
pedigree and intentions with a club he genuinely loves.
This quote in
his
interview with The Guardian best sums this up:
“
Somebody had to step
up and become the custodian of this club, to make sure that future generations
can come here and watch a match, like I did with my dad” (Simon Sadler, Guardian interview, July 2019).
He understands that
ultimately,
a football club is there to serve the community it represents, not to solely provide
businessmen with a means to feather their nests. Let’s not be naïve here; professional
football is a business – and like any business, it needs to make money to be
viable. However, good businesses do not alienate the vast majority of their
‘customer base’ and fellow investors just to make a quick quid. They value that
customer base, listen to them and affect changes (
make investments) that are geared towards improving their standing for the long term, giving their
customers a ‘brand’ that they can attach themselves to and be proud to do so.
Speaking of alienating customers to make a quick, easy quid
(
this is how you do a segue, kids),
the Northern train franchise have recently been indulging in some seasonal
‘banter’ to try and improve their own brand – and it’s about as welcome as a
hole in a dingy. After a year of poor service and
calls
for the Arriva-owned company to be stripped of its franchise, temporarily renaming
Blackpool North station as ‘Blackpool North Pole’
has
been met with universal derision – especially when trains to said station
continued to be routinely cancelled! I’m all for seasonal laughs but after the
year they’ve had, this was a poorly misjudged attempt at marketing. Still, I
make a hypocrite of myself by doing a chuckle and taking a snap of the seasonal signage as I disembark
off the Avanti West Coast London-Blackpool service (only 35 minutes from Wigan,
by the way – on time, plenty of seats and everything).
My first stop on exiting the (Blackpool) North Pole, was the
‘
1887 Brew Room’ –
recommended by Blackpool blogger and real ale fanatic, Jane Stuart. If you’re
interested in reading about the experiences of supporting a League One club,
drink and food recommendations (as well as latest going-ons in Coronation
Street), then
check out her blog.
As a fellow
beer ponce, the existence
of The Brew Room caught my attention as soon as she started describing that
the
pub had its own on-site brewery and a plethora of external brews – being
five minutes from the station, it’s the perfect first pit stop on your way to
Bloomfield Road.
Originally known as ‘The Stanley Arms’ (more recently known
as ‘The Blue Room’) it’s quite apt that I’m stopping off here on my way to the
game, as Blackpool FC were formed as a result of a meeting here on the 26
th
July 1887. As you may imagine from a pub that hosts such meetings, it’s big and
roomy – the antithesis to the average craft ale bar, which are small and tight,
and hosted in spaces that were created for something else (such as a shop,
storage or even a former public toilet, like
the one I found on a visit to the new Tottenham Hotspur Stadium earlier this year).
What the purpose-built pub brings, that the converted spaces
mentioned above necessarily do not, is a snug, comfortable feeling – ideal for
when you’re coming off the street on a cold, winter’s day. The welcoming
atmosphere is being enjoyed by a range of people – from generic old men blowing
the froth off a (craft) bitter, lads out on a pre-Christmas blowout, right through to
a family partaking in a game of Battleships (the mum showing no mercy in
sinking her son’s ships, whilst the dad looked on, nonplussed). After scanning
the beer selection, I go for a pint of ‘Mince Pie Porter’ by Mad Dog Brewing Co
(well,
it is Christmas) – although it was perfectly palatable, the
raisiny
flavour was at a minimum, so the liquor slipped down easy enough, but without
much fanfare.
Making my way to the stadium, I must congratulate the club
for
re-introducing
the facility for supporters to print their tickets at home – offering a
quick and easy way for you to purchase your seat for the match, it sums up the
state that the club was in that an innovation like this wasn’t available until
this season. (Although, a note to the club here – the margins in which you have
to fold the paper could do with looking at; I had to fold mine in an unusual position
to get the scanner to read the barcode!)
I’m sat in the Jimmy Armfield Stand, behind the goal, for
today’s match. Named after the legendary right-back, Jimmy spent his entire
club career at Blackpool, playing the vast majority of his 569 league games in
the First Division. Moreover, he was an England regular for the best part of a
decade – 43 caps and playing in the 1962 World Cup, as well as being a squad
member in ’66. In fact, if it hadn’t have been for an injury at the end of the
1964 season that ruled him out of summer tour with England, opening the door
for Fulham’s George Cohen to establish himself as England’s right-back, Jimmy
would have been England’s first-choice for that position during that World Cup.
After his playing career, he moved into management with
Bolton Wanderers – before replacing Brian Clough after his ill-fated spell at
Leeds United. Doing a relatively decent job (including reaching the semi-finals
of the 1974-75 European Cup
when
Bayern Munich – controversially – knocked them out), he was replaced as
manager by Jock Stein in 1978. He never managed again – he worked as a journalist
for the Daily Express for many years before returning ‘inside’ the game, working
as a consultant for the Football Association. He would advise the FA to appoint
Terry Venables in 1994 and was later involved in the appointment of Glenn
Hoddle. Afterwards, he worked as radio summariser for BBC Five Live – which is
how I best know him.
I enjoyed his radio
work, which is something he did up until his death in January 2018. He would talk
about the technicalities of a game, whilst sounding like he actually knew what
he was talking about – unlike many contemporary pundits (in my opinion). Thinking
about this, it’s no surprise that he had such an erudite, well-rounded view of
the game – he was a player, a coach, a manager, an FA board member and a
journalist, after all!
What strikes me, as
I sit down (aside from my arse hitting the plastic seat), is the number of positive
affirmations dotted around the ground. These signs contain various BLACKPOOL
ARE BACK messages – the boards behind the goal, facing us, telling us we’re
'BACK in this South Stand', [that we need to be] 'BACKING the players', and [we’re]
'BACK in Love'. These reinforce the message that for most supporters in here at
least, THEIR Blackpool are back. The away shirts (and advertising boards in the
ground) carry the message 'Get Vocal' – but whilst this
is promoting a local government initiative to get people talking about their
mental health, it can be seen to have a double-meaning, to literally get the supporters to be more vocal
whilst supporting their team.
Being a marketing
man (though, you wouldn’t think it), seeing things like this suggest to me that
the new board and owner know exactly what they're doing – which makes a
change. They value the importance of fostering positivity in the supporter base
and getting involved with projects that affect the locality. Just to sum this
all up, the footer of my ticket contains a #MakeNewMemories tag, which is no doubt
designed to encourage supporters to think about the good times they’ve
experienced at the club, whilst also joining the new revolution to create more good
memories. I think it’s brilliant and I bet the supporters are extremely proud
to have a club that puts itself at heart of the community once again – the whole
point behind its formation in The Stanley Arms back in July 1887, after all.
The home supporters
were certainly 'getting vocal' early on – positioned just outside the League
One play-offs, a win would push their side into the top 6 going into Christmas,
so those sat in the opposite stand to me busy themselves, willing
their side to attack their goal from the first whistle. Except chances were
hard to come by – although Blackpool were the better side in the first half,
the best opportunity they created was a header from a cross that was tipped
over the bar by the goalkeeper. Shrewsbury were quite content with sitting back
and absorbing pressure; the best action their supporters had was a bit of
banter with the home supporters (“Blackpool
is a shithole…I want to go home” was countered with chants of “England…England, England, England”, in
reference to the visitors’ proximity to the Welsh border). Here’s hoping for a vast
improvement (on the pitch, at least) in the second half…
…and it was. First,
Blackpool came within inches of scoring when Armand Gnanduillet’s header across
the goal from a corner hit the post. Then the forward turned heel not long
later as he handled the ball in his own penalty area from a long-punted free-kick. It seemed innocuous
from my vantage point and everyone was shocked – the magic of the highlights
showed that he punched the ball away whilst challenging for the header. After much
remonstration, Fejiri Okenabirhie stepped up to take the penalty; he drilled the ball down
the middle and despite Jak Alnwick getting a good portion of thigh on it, the
ball nestled in the roof of his net.
The supporters
around me are now urgently willing their side on to level terms; that Christmas
play-off place slipping away. They have a great chance to grab an equaliser
when they’re awarded a free-kick 25-yards out. “Come on…” whispers a chap behind me, the desperation clear in his
voice. Sadly for him and 7,000 others, it was a terrible hit – the ball
ballooning high and wide, bouncing on people and empty seats, eventually landing
next to me! So I take it upon myself to get
in on the action by chucking it to the ballboy (it went straight in his
'breadbasket’, by the way. A magnificent throw). I found the ball to be very
grippy, very soft to the touch – I’d imagine this is an attempt to improve a
player’s control of the ball. It’s just a shame that it can’t help them to take
decent kicks!
Despite my rapid, accurate
throwing, the home side didn’t help themselves – creating nothing of note after
the free-kick. In fact, Shrewsbury should have had the game wrapped up late on,
as a forward went clear of the defence, one-on-one with Alnwick, only to smash
the ball into the Blackpool supporters behind the goal.
It finishes 0-1 and
despite it (obviously) not being the result that these supporters wanted today,
looking in from the outside, it's actually a good thing to see them being unhappy at events on the pitch again,
rather than what's happening with the club at boardroom level. As an aside, I
think it’ll be beneficial for them to stay at this level for the next few
years so they can continue to build up the infrastructure, squad and positive outlook that can help them to stay
and progress at Championship level – supporting Wigan, who do have the infrastructure
(if not the squad), I know full well that the second tier has grown into a difficult level to stay
and progress in.
It's freezing as
the game finishes, so I call in my usual Bloomfield Road haunt, the Crazy Scots
Bar, for a post-match pint. Just off the Promenade, this bar markets itself as
a daytime family sports bar, evening party bar. So, being just after 5 pm, you
can imagine that this clash of clientele makes for a very interesting experience. I like it in here as a) it's close to the
ground and b) not many match-going supporters seem to come in here after the game.
I notice it's now changed its name to 'Happy Scots Bar' ('crazy' doesn't seem
to be politically correct?) Their beer selection has improved vastly since I
was here last – they've got their own craft bitter and lager on, so I plump for
a lager – at just £1.90, it's an absolute steal. It's pretty good too.
Another bar that I
wanted to make a beeline for was the
Imbibe Tap Room. I collected a flyer for this place from November’s beer
festival at Wigan Central (my go-to real ale bar) and was looking forward to
trying it out – except a sign on the door said it was shut for two weeks for a
refurbishment (at this time of the year?) I console myself with a few pubs on the
way back to the station, having a few in The Counting House on the North Promenade,
watching Liverpool
win the World Club Championship with an extra-time win over Brazilian side, Flamengo;
a deserved win, but extremely laboured.
My train back from
Blackpool North Pole is done via a Northern train – and get this – not only did it set off on time, it was an electric train! I’ve not been to
Blackpool for about a year, so forgive my excitement, but this was the first
time that I’ve caught an electric train from there.
It’s 2020 in less
than two weeks, by the way.
Anyway, I hope you
have a Happy Christmas and a joyful New Year. Here's to more groundhopping, pints, pies and goalmouth scrambles!
It’s been a couple of days now since Wigan Athletic were
relegated* from The Championship – despite 1 defeat in 15 games, collecting 18
points in 9 games after the Coronavirus lockdown, sealing a 13th–place
finish. After being put
into administration for unfathomable reasons, the club was deducted 12
points, dropping them into the relegation zone after the final whistle sounded at
the end of the 46th and final game of the season.
