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Saturday, 7 August 2021

St Helens Town vs. Pilkington

No matter the level of football, derby matches always bring the best (and worst) out of supporters and players alike; rivalry boiling over in the strive to attain local bragging rights. Well, I’m in St. Helens today for beer, food and El Glassico – the town famous for glassmaking has two sides in the North West Counties League Division One North and they’re going head-to-head on the second weekend of the 2021-22 season. To make things even more intriguing, they both play at the same ground – a smart 3G facility a mile-or-so from the town centre. Let’s hope it’s only metaphorical glass that is smashed today!

I planned to see this fixture on Easter Monday last year (which, due to COVID, obviously didn’t go ahead) so it was great to learn that it was taking place so early this season. Sadly, it’s pissing down and there’s plenty of walking to do! I do have somewhere to provide shelter, however – the haven being ‘The Cricketers’, the CAMRA national pub of the year 2018. Located just outside the town centre, the pub sits in a residential area, just off the main road, so there’s a ‘hidden gem-feel’ about the place. Covered in plants on the outside, the building has a bigger-on-the-inside feeling where it looks busy, but it isn’t packed, so it’s easy to get served and find a seat – somehow, I think this situation might change come the late afternoon! The interior itself is mostly wooden – not in a boring sense – most of the materials used in the interior is indeed wood, so it looks and feels like most people’s idea of a ‘traditional pub’. I just need a dog running around, asking for pats/crisps now and it would be the perfect pub!

Then there's the beer - what a selection! From Carling's and Fosters for the kids and newbie drinkers to the local real ales and foreign beers for us more refined beer ponces. This is as close to heaven as I can get right now. It’s like Valhalla, but with beer. And the prices! I get a pint of the magnificent Czech lager, Staropramen and expecting pennies change out of a fiver, imagine my delight when I learned it would only cost £3.60 - you'd be hard-pressed to find a pint of premium pilsner for that price these days! Maybe in Prague. To top it off, it came in a handled glass – it goes without saying that I’m toying with the idea of coming back after the game.

Speaking of glass, St Helens is notable for its industry in the creation of such material – with Pilkington, being one of the foremost companies to come from the town. Established in 1829 as the ‘St Helens Crown Glass Company’, it was originally founded as a partnership between members of the Pilkington and Greenall families – when the last Greenall departed the company in 1845, it was renamed ‘Pilkington’s’ and went on to establish itself as the industry leader over the next century. In fact, by the end of the First World War, they were only one of two glass manufacturers remaining in Britain – the others being Chance Brothers. Pilkington’s would buy shares in Chance and by 1951, had fully acquired it, becoming the undisputed glass manufacturer in the country. In 1959, Sir Alistar Pilkington (no relation, astonishingly), pioneered ‘float glass’; a new glass-making technique that made better-quality flat glass more efficiently and cost-effectively. Thanks to this innovation, the company had expanded their operations globally and by the 1970s, were on the stock market – today, they are owned by Japanese company NSG and are still one of the leading glass-making brands in the world.

The present Pilkington Football Club was founded in 1938 – but they were predated by several other teams that came from the works’ floor. One of these included an initial amalgamation, under the name of ‘Pilkington Amateurs AFC’ in 1933, however they’re regarded as a separate team to the eventual Pilkington FC, who were created five years later. Playing in various local leagues – from the Liverpool Business Homes League, St Helens Combination, Mid-Cheshire League and presently, the North West Counties, their home since the 1948-49 season has been Ruskin Drive; the very place they play at today. Although, it's very different these days – and is also now home to St Helens Town, their ‘rivals’.

In 2010, St Helens Council stepped in to take over the lease of Ruskin Drive, which (in addition to being the home of Pilkington’s) had been developed into a sporting area for local cricket and rugby league clubs. They quickly recognised that the site needed regeneration and by 2016, had put their backing behind a redevelopment plan that would see £3.6m spent on improvements, including the creation of state-of-the-art 3G artificial rugby and football pitches, a cricket and rounders field, bowling green and all-weather tennis courts. Aimed at providing better quality facilities for locals to enjoy, the expanded facilities also helped to bring another local sporting institution ‘home’ – St Helens Town.

Formed in 1946 (following the 1920s folding of another club by the same name), St Helens Town initially played at Hoghton Road, a former cricket ground in the Sutton area of the town. Two years later, they gave an opportunity to former German POW, Bernhard ‘Bert’ Trautmann, to keep goal for them in the Lancashire Combination. Despite initial indignation from crowds at a former Nazi solider playing football in England, Trautmann impressed enough that he earned a contract with Football League side Manchester City a year later – going on to make 500 league appearances in a 15-season career with City. His most famous moment occurred during the 1956 FA Cup final when City beat Birmingham City 3-1 at Wembley. Coming out of his goal to field a cross, Trautmann collided with Birmingham forward Peter Murphy and broke his neck. Although he didn’t realise at the time – after initial treatment, he carried on, playing out the rest of the match, making several saves.

When he collected his winner’s medal from the Queen, the accompanying Prince Philip even commented on the state of Trautman’s ‘crooked’ neck. A few days later, Trautmann was diagnosed with breaking five of his vertebrae – apparently, the third vertebrae had wedged itself against the others, preventing further damage and thus, probably saving his life. Nevertheless, his story – from a child who was swept up by the Hitler Youth, to Nazi soldier, POW and finally a free man who went from a hate figure to an inspiration due to his professionalism and bravery, is a story that struck a chord with many people over the years – it was even made into a film, in the shape of 2018’s The Keeper. I also heartily recommended his biography, written by Catherine Clay, as great reading if you wish to learn more about his life.

St Helens Town meanwhile did have a brief flurry after Trautmann’s departure, earning a promotion to the First Division of the Lancashire Combination. But it was to be their nadir – aside from winning the FA Vase at Wembley in 1987 (3-2 against local rivals, Warrington Town) – it’s largely been a struggle for football in the town ever since. With rugby league being the dominant sport here – and not to mention, the town’s population being expanded post-war by the relocation of people from Liverpool, thus having their football allegiances already set – it’s been an uphill battle to establish a presence for a substantial football club here. All this came to a head in 2002.

With their home at Hoghton Road becoming increasingly unsuitable, Town entered into discussions with St Helens ‘Saints’ RLFC about arranging a long-term lease to use the rugby side’s Knowsley Road home. In exchange, Town gave their ground to Saints – who later sold the land to Barratt Homes for £575,000. For this, Town got an agreement that they could play at Saints’ ‘current playing facility’ for 80 years, and they would support the football club ‘financially and practically’ in its push to climb the non-league pyramid. Although this arrangement initially worked harmoniously enough, Saints began to demand payments – and despite selling off Knowsley Road and moving to a new stadium with the promise of a ‘Sporting Club St Helens’ in 2011, Town did not go with them, leaving the football club homeless.

There’s obviously more to this affair that could be delved into – but what it makes clear, is the importance of a football club to have at least some degree of ownership over a facility. With a population of around 130,000, St Helens is a sizeable town – bigger than many of those who already have a Football League side (its bigger than Wigan, in fact). There’s potential here to grow a top-level non-league side at least, but poor decisions and unclear intentions have stunted that growth. Essentially, they were sold a dream by the town’s biggest sporting institution and instead, they found themselves without a home and their status has dropped. From playing at Knowsley Road in front of crowds of a couple of hundred with hopes of pushing towards the top level of semi-professionalism, they instead found themselves groundsharing at Ashton Town and Ashton Athletic, just hoping to survive – and now, although they’re back in St Helens, they’re playing in front of a hundred-or-so supporters at a 3G pitch, shared with Pilkington.


I arrive at the Ruskin Park ‘Sports Village’ easily enough – but the pitches aren’t well signposted. I had to wander about for a bit before finding the main 3G pitch, which was past the cricket ground and at the side of the rugby pitch. I had purchased a digital ticket before the match, and it took an age to scan – leaving me thinking if this is indeed the ‘future’ of football ticketing, when paying with cash would have taken a quarter of the time! Nevertheless, I get in and the ground is, okay. There’s a single seated stand by the side of the pitch, with standing areas behind each of the goals. The other side of the pitch is reserved for the teams to sit/stand and is backed by a fence. It’s still raining so I head for the stand and notice there are seats missing, presumably due to previous COVID restrictions – not sure why removing them was the best option? Why not just tape them off? There’s a decent enough crowd here, with both sides having a visible representation with flags scattered across the fences that surround the pitch. I was left thinking – does this count as a ‘double groundhop’? Obviously, this is a ‘home’ game for Town, but it’s also home to Pilkington too, so all their supporters will be here too – it's not like there are ticket allocations! I’ll pencil this off as two groundhops, then!

Town enter the pitch in their blue home kit, while Pilkington wear green – the colours of the company. There’s a weird juxtaposition between both sides’ kits too – the shirt numbers are completely different sizes! Town have MASSIVE numbers on the back of their shirts, while Pilkington’s are a bit on the small side! Surely, even the North West Counties should insist on some consistency when it comes to issues like this? They’re quick enough to tell them to have NWCFL patches on the sleeves!

It's increasingly seeming like I’m moaning about my day, but I’m having a good time, really – and the match being an entertaining one helps! Pilkington open the scoring when the Town goalkeeper goes out wide to boot a loose ball back upfield, but he completely misses it! An onrushing attacker appears, collects the ball and plays it across the area where a teammate is on hand to shrug off a defender to tap in. The errors continue for Town, as they present several opportunities to their opponents to extend their lead – but they don’t take them. 

A decent crowd has built up as the rain has stopped; everyone now ducking out from cover to stand beside the pitch. Town do seem to have a loud and animated supporter base at least – judging by the bloke sat near me, bemoaning his sides’ poor defending. As we’re all enjoying the game, a sudden THUD on the top of the stand makes us all jump – turns out it was a rugby ball that was kicked over from the other pitch and landed on the metal roof above us. In fairness, a football was booted over from this pitch to theirs earlier, so I guess it’s some sort of payback!


Town collect themselves and have a great chance with a snapshot that the Pilkington keeper does well to get down to and save – but on the stroke of half-time, the ‘home’ side do equalise. It’s an error by Pilkington this time as they give away the ball on the edge of the area, allowing an attacker to nip in and fire past the keeper. Despite being up against it for most of the half, St Helens get to half-time with the score all square.

I linger around the ground at half-time – I believe there’s a refreshment area of some sort somewhere because I see people with cups of tea, but I can’t see one. It’s raining again, anyway, so I just take a look around the rest of the ground. Aside from the aforementioned flags – one of which pays tribute to Bert Trautman – another way the club have tried to create a ‘home’ feeling here, is the inclusion of plaques that have been attached to the fence, describing various historical moments from the club’s history. It’s a nice little nod to their heritage,but that's all it is - it doesn't feel like this is their home. Maybe it's the fence being green that doesn't help? Although I suppose Pilkington won't have an issue with that!

Town start the second half strong, having most of the ball and creating a couple of half-chances – but it’s all in vain. In a role reversal (of sorts), it’s Pilkington who score against the run of play – a ball into the area isn’t cleared, it bounces around before an attacker volleys it into the back of the net. The task of getting back into the game is made harder for Town not long later when they have a man sent off for a high challenge.

Despite this, they rally and create a few more half-chances on the break – the closet being a shot hit into the side netting. Naturally, gaps are evident as they push forward for an equaliser with one fewer man, and Pilkington take full advantage to seal the win. An attack down the left sees the ball played across the area and it’s a simple tap-in for 3-1. Then – just as a shout of ‘Where the hell is the keeper going?’ from the bloke at the side of me goes up – another attack from the left sees the Town custodian out of position and it’s yet another simple pass across the area and a tap-in into an open net.


It finishes 4-1 and as we snake past the fences displaying the signs informing us of the club’s history on the way out, I’m left wondering if any more of them will be added in years to come? Despite securing a home back in the town, it’s a tough time for St Helens Town who I think will struggle for any sort of growth here – it just shows how easy it is for clubs at this level to lose their momentum.

I decamp back to The Cricketers after the match and unsurprisingly, it’s rammed with the early evening crowd – so I nip to another nearby real ale pub, Talbot Ale House. I don’t know what I was expecting but a massive pub painted in blue wasn’t it! It seems most of these real/craft ale venues that I go to are in repurposed shops or are purpose-built, so I always expect small, tight places. The Talbot is a proper pub though, very roomy inside – absolutely no issue in finding a seat in here! I plump for a pint of Triple Choc by Saltaire, a chocolate stout that slips down a treat!

I have a few more beers around various pubs on the route back to the station and all-in-all, it’s been an enjoyable trip (despite my earlier complaints!) St Helens is a cracking place for a couple of beers, it’s just a shame their football clubs are so low down in the pyramid because there’s plenty of untapped potential here.

St Helens Town 1

Pilkington 4

Attendance: 195

Saturday, 14 March 2020

Ashton Town vs. Holker Old Boys

I think it speaks volumes about the renitence of our country that football games have only been suspended in times of war – indeed, the First World War was a year-old before the football season was halted. As football is engrained in our culture, it was used to act as a vessel of our defiance; no, we will not be cowed and change our way of life for you.

Whilst we’re not at war with any other nation today (thankfully), we are ‘at war’ with something else – the COVID-19 virus. This new infectious disease has wreaked havoc around the world, putting a stop to public events – including, as of yesterday, all professional football in Britain.

Faced with nothing to do of a weekend, many of us are lost. So I decided to play it safe; instead of fighting people for the last pack of bog roll in the supermarket, I instead made the 20-minute bus journey to Ashton-in-Makerfield to see Ashton Town take on Holker Old Boys in the North West Counties League Division One North.

Now, let’s get one thing clear here – I fully support the decision to suspend professional matches. Whilst I suspect that the decision was sealed when several players and coaches got infected (or went into isolation), you can’t really deal with a pandemic by having tens of thousands of people gather in one place, all over the country. The people most at risk are the elderly or those with pre-existing illnesses (a bit like seasonal flu – but it isn’t flu, it’s more aggressive, and there’s no vaccine), so it’s only right that we take measures to protect the most vulnerable – but whilst we need to take it seriously, we need to be calm too.

My issue is that people are panicking without due cause (it’s not like the Second World War when the prospect of a bomb dropping on your house was real) – the aforementioned fighting-for-bog-roll isn’t a joke, it’s actually happening. Exacerbated by the instant communications we have these days, people are being somewhat hysterical – even if they ever have a right to be, causing panic will only make things worse, leading to rash decisions that sees them bulk buy groceries or worse, put people in danger because of pure selfishness. What’s that war motto (that people/companies have ripped off to use as memes) – Keep Calm and Carry On? I’m even gladder that we aren’t at war with anyone but a virus right now!

I wanted to see a match today, as I don’t know whether any non-league games will be on in the next few weeks/months – a few I had eyed up last night were called off this morning after clubs had spoken with each other about the situation. Ashton Town happens to be the most local non-league side to me, so I thought about it – and then they offered Wigan Athletic season ticket holders free entry. I was on that bus faster than The Vengaboys.


If I were to speculate (always say that when you suspect you might be incorrect) – one of the reasons that this particular game wasn’t called off was due to the journey the away side were making – located in Barrow-in-Furness some 90 miles away, it’s not really a midweek trip a team of footballers (on expenses) would want to make after a day at work.

The decision from the Premier League and EFL to suspend their fixtures until next month was designed to cut down on mass gatherings – something that you don’t get in non-league football (bar the odd club in The National League). Interestingly, having their turnstiles open today will be of benefit for many these clubs; there are plenty of supporters without an EFL or Premier League team to watch, so they're looking around for games to go to – swelling the gates.

Today’s match will be the first time that I’ve been to their Edge Green Street ground to see Ashton Town – I’ve been there in previous years to see several Wigan Athletic Charity games (including last May’s against a Bryan Robson XI), but never to see the club itself (to my shame). Currently, they’re just outside the promotion places in the First Division North – a great start to the season was interrupted by postponements, squad turnover and naturally, poor results. Their town rivals, Ashton Athletic (whose home game was one of the postponements today), are currently in a similar position in the division above – and whilst I wish both teams every success, the panic buyer in me wants to see an Ashton derby at some point. Next season’s Wigan Cup, perhaps?

With their involvement with the Latics Charity games (which raise money for Josephs Goal), the club’s community involvement reflects the character of their committee. Chairman, Mark Hayes, is particularly active in the local area and just seems to *get* what a football club is and what it should be doing for people. His day job is being the landlord of The Gerard Arms in St. Helens (but let’s not hold that against him!), and in recent weeks has started an initiative to get people talking by simply opening up a table in the pub for a chat.

No booking required, no airs and graces, just turn up at table 12 for a chat with a friendly face. Whilst, in his own words, not a qualified counsellor, Mark understands that people just often need someone else to talk to – we all have problems, some of us suffer worse than others, many have a support network, and some of us don’t. As a pub landlord and non-league football club chairman, seeing and meeting the range of people he does, I’d say he’s well qualified to be a good listener! Often, it’s that chat, kinship and guidance that people need to feel better or take action to safeguard their mental health – something we’re going to need more of in weeks to come (if all these virus predictions happen!)


An Ashton Town Association Football Club existed as early as 1903, joining the Second Division of the Lancashire Combination. Despite winning promotion in their first season and stabilising at the level above, the club struggled to fulfil fixtures towards the end of the 1910-11 season and withdrew from the league. In 1953, Makerfield Mill FC (Makerfield being the area that Ashton is historically a part of – hence the suffix), were formed, originally playing in the Wigan Sunday School League, before spells in leagues in St. Helens and Warrington.

Having been forced to move from their home at Windsor Road in 1962 because of land development, the club sort to shape a tangible future – renaming themselves as ‘Ashton Town AFC’ and playing at a number of grounds (fields, basically) in the area before purchasing a plot of land off Edge Green Street in 1964. Five years later, World Cup winner and Liverpool forward, Roger Hunt, opened the clubhouse and a decade after that, the (present) changing rooms were built – giving the club the means to establish themselves in non-league football.

The motto of the club is ‘Onwards and Upwards’ – and there’s a real ambition to progress on a couple of levels. Despite being founder members of the North West Counties League, Ashton Town haven’t progressed beyond it; indeed, both Ashton clubs have seen another local rival, Atherton Collieries, progress to the Northern Premier League’s Premier Division in recent years (a promotion away from the National League North, for those who don’t know). Their success just goes to show that with robust organisation, a philosophy (both on and off the pitch), a dedicated volunteer base and a good community reach, what clubs can achieve at this level.

Edge Green Street is quite a large ground for a step 6 club; hidden behind housing (just a minute’s walk from the bus stop – press the bell when you turn the corner after ‘Ashton Carpets’), its official capacity is just over 2000, but the space behind one of the goals (acting as a grassy car park) and the left-side of the ground is quite substantial.  My mind races with ideas about a Saudi billionaire taking over the club and developing the ground into something like Accrington’s Crown Ground or Fleetwood’s Highbury Stadium. It would establish them as a proper local rival for Wigan Athletic; giving the fans somebody else to send nonsensical internet abuse too, instead of Wigan rugby fans. (Actually, thinking about what I've just said, it seems I may have the virus, after all!)

On approach to the turnstile, I spot a notice stuck to side about the Coronavirus; advising us on best practices. I’m one of those who thinks it’s odd that we need to be told how to wash our hands properly – having been in many Gents toilets over the years (no, not like that), I can tell you now (Ladies), that the majority of them do not wash their hands (I do, by the way). It's basic cleanliness – no wonder viruses are running riot.


I hummed and hawed about presenting my season ticket – whilst it’s certainly kind of the club to offer the deal, I wouldn’t have minded paying the fiver entry fee to support them. So I get a programme, raffle ticket and a couple of pints instead (clearly, the idea behind the offer!) The clubhouse is pure non-league; furniture and carpets that suggests they were bought second-hand from a working mens club, husky chatter from the patrons about anything other than football, a television showing the English Badminton Championships, multipack cans poured into plastic glasses – I didn’t even mind that there was no poncy beer on sale.

I take my (now, usual) spot on the left side of the pitch, taking a seat in the stand as it started to rain as soon as the match kicked off. Both sides make a good start, as both have Periods of Possession (POP), without much in the way of a clear-cut chance in the first 20-minutes or so. There seems to be quite a few on – crowds here average around 50-70, and there must be double that on today. I can even see a couple of fellow Latics supporters (we don’t all know each other, contrary to popular belief, I just saw a few with club gear on!)

After the balanced start, Ashton begin to take a hold of the game and they have a great chance to take the lead when an attacker runs through on goal, rounds the keeper, but he takes himself too wide and so by the time his resulting shot is aimed at goal, a defender gets back to clear off the line. No matter, they take the lead a few minutes later – and it’s a cracker (in the words of Frank Carson); a well-worked move from a throw down the right (my left) sees Jack McConville get clear of his markers, to the edge of the area before curling the ball inside the near post.



The goal leads to a period of Ashton dominance; Holker’s keeper has to pull off two great saves low down to keep it at 1-0. I make a dash for the bar just before half-time which took me around his goal – his side give away a free-kick and he doesn’t seem best pleased with his side, let’s just say that. He was bollocking them.

The half-time beer (can of Carling – don’t judge me. They didn’t have any Leffe) allows me to witness the raffle draw take place. Sadly, my ticket is 13 numbers away from the first prize when a lad sat on the nearest table to me draws it out. Then, to my excitement, the lady offers her raffle cup to me to draw out the second prize – here’s my chance. I ended up drawing a ticket 20 numbers away – no raffle whiskey for me to keep Covid-19 at bay!

Smarting from my defeat in the raffle, I return to my seat (it was still raining) for the second half, a few minutes into it. My arse wasn’t on the faded red seat for a minute when some controversy occurred – Holker are awarded a penalty when their forward is hacked down in the area. However, there are howls of derision from most inside Edge Green Street – pointing out that the linesman had flagged for offside. The ref goes to talk to his assistant and after a minute, proceeds to award the pen – much to the chagrin of those around me.

As the green-shirted Holker man steps up to take it, a lone shout of ‘SHIT’ was aired just as he struck the ball – and the keeper saves! The Ashton custodian, Chris Cheetham, was named in the programme as the NWCFL Division One North ‘Goalkeeper of the Month’ for December (showing how few games have been played recently!) – although it wasn’t a great penalty by any means, he still did well to dive the right way and hold onto the ball. So was justice done with the miss or was another crime committed by one of the spectators? I’m not getting involved!



The game grows more ‘industrial’ in action and language – a lad in a Latics hat near me (who, all game, has been dying to get a hold of the ball so he can throw it back), was giggling at the words ‘fucking hell’ that was uttered by a player when the ref ignored his pleas for a free-kick. I overheard his dad tell him ‘this is proper football’ earlier; with the pitch threatening to turn into a mudbath and players swearing at each other within earshot, it certainly takes me back. Thankfully, the lad got his opportunity to fag the ball and chuck it to a player – big smile on his face. Somehow, I don’t think he’ll forget a moment like that.

Despite some huffing and puffing from Holker (their best chance of the second half being a shot that went just wide), Ashton hold out for the three points. A cracking game on an otherwise odd occasion – when football does resume, I want to make a point of visiting more – I’ve no excuse really, what with it being 20 minutes away. Since the sad demise of Wigan Robin Park, they’re my ‘local’ non-league team, after all.

On the bus back into the centre of Ashton (it's only a mile away, but it's STILL pissing down!), I encounter the lady who won the 2nd prize that I drew for in the raffle. Jealously raged as I saw she was clutching her family tub of Quality Street, tightly. I've no chance of getting one. I console myself by alighting at The Twisted Vine alehouse to sink a few beers. Highly recommended if you’re ever in the area, it’s simply a great microbar – it has the usual tight surroundings, forcing people, who don’t know each other, to chat. There’s (of course) a plethora of ales on tap, as well as bottles as part of a 'beer library' too. As soon as I open the door, two dogs nearly knock me over. What a pub – you can’t whack welcomes like that. It’s easy to see why it is 2019’s CAMRA Wigan pub of the year.

So all that’s left to say is Keep Calm and Carry On. Look after those people around you and for heaven’s sake, don’t bulk buy things from the supermarket – spread your shopping trips out so you leave stuff for others (especially if it’s beer – we need something to get us through with no football being on). 

Ashton Town 1
(McConville, 27) 

Holker Old Boys 0

Attendance: 121