Weaving In And Out

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Issue 11

Issue 11

01 - front cover
02 -
03 - editorial
04 -
05 - fa cup third round
06 - weaving with eddie saunders
07 -
08 - ivor bowntapik tells it like it is
09 - the festive spirit
10 - one step backwards
11 -
12 - the first one hundred
13 -
14 - the loneliness of long distance
15 - greatest kingstonian goals
16 -
17 -
18 -
19 -
20 - the mailbox
21 - farewell amara simba
22 -
23 - only joking
24 - back cover

 

WEAVING WITH EDDIE SAUNDERS

Following his loan spell with us at the tail-end of last season, Eddie Saunders finally made the move permanent from some team down the road over the summer. WIAO caught up with him after another enjoyable beating of Stevenage, 5-2 this time.

 

WIAO: Firstly what do you make of the performance today and at Brentford?
ES: Very good I would go back to the Boston game myself, the lads came in after the Boston game and we knew we had turned the corner, The shape to the team had come back some key players who had been injured were back so we were happy.

WIAO: Somebody said to me that the first goal at Brentford with Geoff's shot getting deflected was the bit of luck we have been missing all season, would you go along with that?
ES: Definitely, you need a little bit of luck, before that there were own goals and mix-ups and things were going against us, but you get that when you had players who weren't playing regularly together. Hopefully we are past that and we can build from this.

WIAO: You were at Woking last year in a similar position is there a difference between K's and Woking at this point in the season?
ES: I think that last season was the second consecutive season that Woking had been in trouble, so the sprits were down, whereas here, we have a little bit of success and we demand that we are better. We know we are a better team, we know we should be higher up the table. That is the difference the confidence factor has never wavered within the team. The boys have never felt we should be down there, and we all know we have to play better as a team.

WIAO: You had a bit of an unusual job during the summer at Wimbledon.
ES: Yeah, I was a court coverer on number one court, I've done it for the last three or four years I told Geoff I would be a bit late for training and to look out for me on the TV.

WIAO: Come on dish some dirt from Wimbledon...
ES: (Laughs loudly with a broad smile) No we are all sworn to secrecy. We all had to sign the official secrets act my lips are sealed. (Laughs again)

WIAO: I have to ask you about "That advert!"
ES: Chris Kelly asked a few of the boys if we wanted to do an advert and a few of us agreed, I didn't think they were going to use that particular pose. They took loads with clothes on I thought they were going to use those. Its all publicity for the club and anything that can raise the profile of Kingstonian is good.

WIAO: Did you get much stick for that?
ES: A little from friends and family but nothing to bad.

 

Our thanks go to 'Steady Eddie' for talking to us.

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IVOR BOWNTAPIK TELLS IT LIKE IT IS

Ivor Bowntapik speaks his mind on the issues of the day...

Goalkeepers? Who needs ‘em? I ask you. What a complete and utter shambles. First of all that Scouser bloke – Furrilly or something – kicks some Hereford player and gets sent off!! Two-nil down and cruising at the time we were, and that big Scouser bloke kicked that attacker he did!! I saw it with my own eyes. And then he had the cheek to complain about it!! I ask you.

So then what happens? I’ll tell you what happens. A couple of games later, there we are at Yeovil (now there’s a real Conference ground – you watching Kelly?) and that fat Chapple bloke tells us Matt Murray’s in goal. Matt Murray? I ask you. Never heard of him myself, but he’s from Wolves and is pretty good apparently. Looks a bit thin though...

So after a while, the ball goes back to that Murray bloke and he bends down and picks it up. But then he starts limping!! What? But he only bent down to pick up the ball – what the hell is going on? I ask you. Turns out his leg got hurt when he was asked to move. Apparently that fat Chapple bloke never told him he had to move. So that’s that Murray bloke out for six months.

Next up? Pat Jennings. Now there’s a name you can be proud to announce Brendan – not like Brendan. That’s a girl’s name Brendan. But was he any good that Jennings bloke? Was he f***. Devizes Town – what the hell league do they play in anyway? - had two shots and scored two goals!! Now that old Jerome bloke never would have been beaten by those shots. What ever happened to him? I ask you.

So then that fat Chapple bloke decided to get rid of that Jennings bloke. And who does he bring back? Not Jerome but Adrian Blake!! Adrian Blake? I ask you. That bloke was over the hill when he left!! And what’s all this crap about being hit by a coin? I ask you. In my day we got hit by whole pay packets, got up and scored nine goals, didn’t let nine in. And did he play well? Did he f***. He might have stopped them scoring, but where’s the creativity? That Blake bloke didn’t set up one goal against that Boston lot. And then that fat Chapple bloke says he’s gonna sign him up!! What is the world coming to? I ask you.

So then even though that fat Chapple bloke thought that that Blake bloke had played well, what happens in the next match? You’ve guessed it – that Furrilly Scouser bloke comes back in. And he even managed to play two games in a row. But then what? He’s out for the season – that’s what!! So what now? Well, next that Blake bloke plays a couple more games but it turns out he’s cup-tied for the big one!! Cup-tied? I ask you. Who the hell’s in charge of forward planning at this football club? Well, then we’re told that Gavin Kelly’s in the goal at Southport. Gavin Kelly?! I ask you. Don’t even get me started. Now that really is a girl’s name Brendan. Just be thankful it’s away.

But see, here’s the real problem. My son is always trying to keep up with the fashions at Kingsmeadow, and I like to think that I do my bit to help him out. But having to buy six goalkeeper shirts with six different names on before Christmas is a bit much in my book. I’m getting a bit fed up, and I’ve got a message for that fat Chapple bloke – sort it out!!

Goalkeepers. Who needs them? I ask you. What a complete and utter shambles.

IB

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THE FESTIVE SPIRIT: KHRISTMAS SONGS

The Twelve K's of Christmas;
Twinkle, Twinkle, Geoff's a Star;
Deck the U's with Bricks and Hammers;
Tribute to Andy Riley - Little Donkey;
Who Ate all the Christmas Pies;
Silent Night, Red and White;
I'm Dreaming of a Hooped Christmas;
Hark the Herald K's-ites Sing;
Once in Royal Chapple's City.

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ONE STEP BACKWARDS

Ok, firstly a few words from a sane person, yours truly, the editor. This article is only here as it's an interesting idea, though only if you're from the same planet as the author. Hence I distance myself from it. Richard clearly is being an idiot, and a public flogging shall be arranged in due course…

 

At the risk of sounding controversial, my view is that it will do us good to go down.

I am not saying I want us to get relegated, far from it, I am a most passionate K's fan (some say too passionate, especially those who wear Day-Glo clothing), and it would devastate me to see us take the dreaded drop. But looking at the situation as a whole, it may be the best think that can happen to the club.

To coin a phrase used by Mark Murphy in the last issue of WIAO "we didn't get it right the last time." On the pitch we did everything right in winning the Ryman League, we were consistent throughout, took points from matches against our fellow title contenders and streaked away at the finish. However, off the pitch we got it all wrong. There was no follow up to the success, from any quarters involved within the club, as we sat on the verge of our first ever season in the top flight of the non-league game we rested on our laurels. The attitude seemed to be that it would just be ok.

We managed to get over 1000 for our last half a dozen home games in the Ryman league. We thought that just by virtue of the fact we are playing with the big boys would match that and go beyond. Initially, with best followed sides visiting, yes. We didn't take the opportunity to hold onto the interest that was generated, and, thereafter normality was restored and we dropped below the four-figure mark on an increasingly regular basis.

It would not be the end of the world. Several teams at the highest level have come out stronger after a major set back, taking the French as an example. While Graham Taylor's England were licking their wounds over failure to qualify for World Cup 94, our 'rivals' from across the Channel took a step back and sorted themselves out. The rest is history. If only the FA had taken a similar view… Domestically, Man City are a prime example, or even Charlton. It wasn't so long ago that Chelsea went through the pain of relegation from the top flight. Chelsea fans with memories will, if pushed hard enough, agree that in the long term if did the club good. Once they bounced back into the top flight they embarked on the most successful period in their history. (yeah, and look at them now - ed)

Does this same theory apply at our level, I think even more so. Only four years ago we were facing Yeovil in the Isthmian League after they were relegated from the Conference, and Dagenham seem to be a stronger force this time round in the Conference.

To be honest I don't think we are good enough to be in amongst the non-league Elite. We have proved that we can hold our own in this league and compete with the best of them, as results over the past two seasons have proved. We did well last year not to 'get found out' as most sides do in their second year up. But this season whatever way you look at it we are simply not good enough at the moment. You can blame injures, suspensions and all but the harsh facts are there for everyone to see. Accuse me of being defeatist if you want, and I will probably get a grilling from various quarters (oh you will - ed), but I ask you where would you like K's to be in 5 years time? Either:

* A mid table at best, Conference side playing meaningless games for the last three months of the season against a dwindling crowd often than 800 or…
* A strong top six side with a real chance of promotion to the football league playing in a decent stadium which attracts 1500 every week.

The choice is yours, I put it to you that for the second scenario to happen then "the only way up is down." Two years back in the Ryman and avoidance of any of previous mistakes, this club can become a major force in the Conference. The only downside to relegation is having to go to Grays. But I will gladly spend a day in the hole at 'The Recreation Ground' for another bite at the cherry of becoming a recognised force in the non-league circles, and more importantly within the local community.

Another two dozen trips around the rolling Kent, Sussex and Hertfordshire countrysides, rather than the arduous visits through the mass industrial estate that is affectionately known as Birmingham, lager at subsided social club prices, and getting home in time for last orders at The Kings Tun would do me nicely. I am almost looking forward to it already.

Richard

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THE FIRST ONE HUNDRED

A little-acknowledged milestone was reached when K’s travelled to Huish Park, Yeovil, in October this season. This match was the one hundredth Football Conference fixture for Kingstonian FC, surely as good a time as any to look back over the first two and a half seasons in non-league’s top-flight.

The overall record makes quite pleasing reading, with 41 wins, 22 draws and 37 losses. In that time 130 goals have been scored, with the opposition’s total being 126. It’s even more pleasing when you remember that several pre-Wembley games were played without anything resembling the first team. Yeovil away in April 2000 being a case in point.

There have, of course, been some remarkable matches over this time. Not least the very first Conference fixture, when just-relegated Hereford were beaten two-nil thanks to goals from David Leworthy and Joe Francis. Not to mention Jerome John’s heroics. And all of this in front of a crowd of 2,104. Where have all those people gone since?

Some other notable matches include the early August 1998 visit to Huish Park, when a 3-1 win (after that tackle by Patterson) saw K’s sitting proudly at the top of the table. This feat was repeated in September last year when a three-nil win at Welling saw K’s leapfrog Rushden to claim top-spot again.

The low point? Well that would have to be now. The loss to Yeovil in October ensured that K’s moved back down to 21st place in the table, for the third time this season.

The biggest Conference win so far was at home to Barrow in October 1998, when five goals were scored with just one in reply. But K’s have been on the receiving end of the same scoreline twice – against Rushden in only the fourth Conference game and again at Dover just after Christmas 1998. But then our goal was still the best one that day – remember Patto’s left-footed chip?

Attendances

136,682 people have seen Kingstonian in the Conference, which averages out at 1,367 people per game. The home average is slightly worse, standing (or sitting) at 1,211 whilst away it is 1,523. The average home attendance during the Ryman promotion winning season was 1,100 leaving the conclusion to be reached that only 111 more people have been attracted to Kingsmeadow by Conference football. Shame.

And the trend is certainly a downward one since promotion. The inaugural Conference season saw a league average of 1,300, followed by 1,193 in 1999/2000. The current average for this season - before the visit of crowd-pullers Leigh - is 1,002.

Scorers

There have, of course, been some bizarre goals and goalscorers over the past two and a half seasons. Sutton helpfully scored all four goals in the two-two Gander Green Lane draw in November 1999 whilst Lee Boylan finally got off the zero mark when he scored the winner at Kingfield, but didn’t get any more than that. And Carl Trantor followed suit when his winner at home to Kidderminster became the high point of his K’s career. And who remembers Scott Corbett scoring in two consecutive matches? It did happen – he scored the equaliser at Telford, quickly followed by the winner at Northwich.

The Future

As for what the future holds – who can tell? If the previous two seasons are anything to go by then it looks likely that there will be a barren spell around about April – but then hopefully we’ll all be busy thinking of our May trip to Wales, or wherever this year’s Trophy Final ends up. But to finish on a happy thought here’s just one fascinating fact as we creep closer to Christmas. Despite seven attempts, Kingstonian have yet to record a Conference victory in December...

Gary

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GREATEST KINGSTONIAN GOALS

The tributes to David Leworthy in various Kingstonian publications in August were suitably generous. But one thing they had in common was the one thing they lacked. Mention of his goal against Altrincham. You know the one. Or at least 900 of you do, because you were there. The over-the shoulder 35 yard volley into the top right hand corner of the net from a Gary Patterson knock-down. It certainly ranks as the best goal I've seen Ks score in 18 1/2 years of watching them. And recall of that goal brought others into the wide open spaces of my mind. So I thought I'd share those thoughts with you. Isn't that nice of me? Some are included because of their genuine merit, others because of their context. And one or two for both reasons.

The Finch Connection

In terms of quality, David Leworthy's strike just about edged out Colin Luckett's 30 yard (40 yard! - ed) volley in the 1996 Isthmian League Cup quarter-final at home to Enfield. Colin ran onto a half cleared corner & whacked the ball so hard that keeper Andy Pape shut up for about eight & a half seconds. Yes, that good. It put Ks three-up just before half time & one step nearer what we then regarded as cup glory. Times were hard. He got another cracking goal in the following year's semi-final defeat at Boreham Wood, drilling a low 25-yarder in after John Finch had run 70 yards down the right flank & whipped a 35-yard crossfield pass onto Colin's boot laces.

He was like that, John Finch. At times, anyway. He did something similar on his debut in October 1992, although the crossfield pass wasn't quite so accurate this time. So the poor 18 year-old kid at the far post in only his fourth or fifth game for the club would have had to arch his back & slam a 20-yard waist high left-foot volley into the opposite top corner of the net past a shocked home keeper (Pape again, because it was Enfield again) to get an entry in this article. Which, of course, he did. So he has. Whatever happened to Paul Underwood?

As for memories of John Finch goals. Well, I recall him receiving a throw-in 40 yards out on the left at Peterborough six weeks later, advancing 15 yards & then unleashing a 25-yard cannon into the top corner of the net to inspire 500 Ks fans to do the 'dying fly' in celebration behind the goal. But I also recall it being a celebration of Ks being 5-1 DOWN after 68 minutes, on the way to a 9-1 defeat, with 5ft 5" ex-Woking midfielder Andy Parr in goal. And I recall seeing it on BBC TV. And seeing mention of the game on the front page of the Independent. Yet the official records say we lost that game, an FA Cup First Round replay, 1-0. I wonder what drugs I was on. And do I have any left?

First Loves

They do say that the first love is the sweetest. And, who knows, maybe one day I'll find out (aaaaah!). But in the context of this article, a couple of firsts came to mind straight away. My first away game with Ks, for example. March 1982. ANOTHER League Cup semi-final. Away to Wycombe Wanderers. Jim Baptie kicks the game off by rolling the ball forward to Alan Morton, who knocks it back to Dave Alexander on the edge of the centre circle. Alexander ventures a couple of paces forward & knocks the ball hopefully towards the edge of the Wycombe penalty area, where Baptie re-appears to smash the ball into the net with his left-foot. Officially four & a half seconds. 1-0 to Ks.

Mysteries still abound about all this. It takes twice as long to describe as it did to score (time yourself). No-one who's ever met the rotund Mr Baptie can explain how he got from centre-spot to penalty area so quickly. And it was soon declared the fastest goal ever scored in the South East of England. Who timed it? And who defined 'South East of England?' (Is Wycombe South East or Central Southern, for instance?). It's one of those meaningless records, like a British all-comers record. Or anything Bowie's released since his 1980 tribute to Sutton United fans, Scary Monsters & Super Creeps. And... and... and... it was 5-3 to Wycombe after 37 minutes & STILL 5-3 after extra-time (Ks had won the first leg, my first ever Ks game, 2-0). If Mulder & Scully had had this as their 1st case, they'd never have taken on a second.

The winner in this category, though, has to go to the first winner I ever saw Ks get against Sutton. John Martin, London Senior Cup 1984. Yes, you've guessed it... SEMI-FINAL. Now it was either another cracking over-the-shoulder volley from the edge of the area, or a mis-hit which the wind blew in. I've always plumped for the latter, having been behind the goal into which said wind was blowing. But it was Sutton so it didn't matter. In fact, that day was the start of my particular urfondness for the men in amber & turd. "Of course, the final will be at Brentford because we're in it" their officials crowed loudly before the game. "Of course, the final won't be at Brentford now we're not in it" they crowed after Ks had won 3-2. Of course, they were right. Sutton were one of the big cheeses in the London FA at the time, while Ks palpably were not. They were one division higher & half a world away from us. But did they have to be so loud & goddamn snooty about it? So was born a beautiful hatred, confirmed time upon time since. Which is why it feels so good to be a division higher & half a world away from them now.

Outstanding Hampton

The first genuinely good Ks side I saw began to take shape just as we were leaving Richmond Road (RIP) & taking up temporary residence at Hampton. David Harlow, David Kempton, John Power, and Micky Droy at his best. Centre-forward Jimmy Brown, the Godfather of Goals ('we knew he was good when he signed because we'd heard of him'). Christ, we even liked Graham blimin' Westley in those days. And three goals from that season & a bit (March 1988 to May 1989) have forced their way here.

Two of them came in the same match, at Grays Athletic, outstanding goals even in what was the 'best season ever' to that point. Indeed, they would have been stand-outs in any season. Steve Griffiths goal was a 20 yard first-time volley of a ball which dropped from a VERY considerable height. It was a special goal from a not-so-special player. Cars were swerving on Dartford Bridge as he shaped to shoot & there were unconfirmed sightings that the referee had already given the goal kick. Then, ten minutes later, an even more special goal from a more special player. The left-footed David Kempton beat two defenders & hammered the ball home right-footed from 30 yards. A quarter of a goal of the season competition in one March afternoon.

Yet there was a sense of injustice to add to this particular mix. Because in & around all this, Grays got two goals ugly enough to match the surroundings ('when I die I'll go to heaven, because I've already been to Grays Athletic'). One came off a forward's arse from three yards, the other from a centre-halves elbow from two. Different class. Same value. One point each. I think Dwight Marshall got one. Just like last season.

During the late eighties Kingstonian had what programme editor John Trevor (God rest his soul) referred to as their "customarily good April." And, as Ks headed for their highest league season for a quarter of a century, 1989 was no different. A shell-shocked Hendon, Dave Root and all, were hit for seven on the first Saturday. And the visitors the following Tuesday were Croydon, so far adrift at the bottom that even with eight games left they needed snookers. But another Ks custom, not entirely eradicated even now, was to foul up spectacularly in such circumstances. And, true to form, Ks quickly found themselves two goals down. Croydon were worse than bad, however. So Ks were back on level terms as stoppage time approached. And when keeper John Power launched one of his trademark huge drop-kicks into the flight path of much of Heathrow's traffic, you could almost sense that each Croydon defender was dying to shout "yours" as the ball dropped. So it was that only Jimmy Brown & the Croydon keeper were in contention. The ball, Jimmy Brown & the keeper arrived at the same spot just outside the area at the same time. But where the goalkeeper flinched, Brown swung his right boot & the ball flew into the corner of the net, This sparked celebrations wholly inappropriate for a narrow 3-2 home win over the worst side in the South of England. Almost Wembley-like in their fervour. A good job, then, that there were only ten of us behind the goal.

The Wild, the Beautiful & the Damned

Jamie Ndah's first goal against Brighton (if you have to ask which Brighton game, you're reading the wrong publication) ranks as the most famous Kingstonian goal that I've seen. And that was because it was one of the best. Brighton did after all equalise & very few people would be able to talk you through Jamie's winning goal, a scrambled egg of an effort nine minutes from time. No, it was the twenty yard over-head kick which got him on Match of the Day, even though their cameras didn't QUITE catch the moment. And, for a while, Jamie had the most famous smile in football. A career advertising toothpaste could have been his, if his football career didn't take off. And, sadly, the career didn't take off. Injuries & a misguided move to Third Division strugglers Torquay put paid to all hopes of Jamie fulfilling his potential.

The most aesthetically pleasing Ks goal I ever saw came on one of the most satisfying days I ever had as a Ks fan. To get the shock out of the way first, it was a Phil Wingfield header, even more of a "tell-the-grandchildren" moment then than now. And a seven man pitch length move, all one-touch stuff as I recall. The context made it special too. It was 1993/94 & the only spark of interest left in another trophy-less season (we used to have lots of those, you know) was whether Ks could reach 100 league goals. With Jamie Ndah, Eddie Akuamoah & Phil Wingfield approaching the height of their powers, Ks were regularly getting threes, fours & fives. At either end, sadly (hence the lack of trophies). And with two games to go, Ks were on 94 goals. The penultimate game was a no-score bore on a windy night at Hendon (we used to have a lot of those, too). So we had to go nap plus one at Dulwich to reach our target. Would have been worth walking to the game to see it. So just as well it happened because twenty of us did just that for charity.

And it was Phil's goal that clinched it. It wasn't goal number 100. That was a sloppy mis-hit from Ndah. But it put Ks 4-1 up just after half time. And it was of such sublime quality that you knew, you just KNEW, that two more would follow. As it turned out, three more followed. 101 goals scored, 64 conceded. 10th place. Mid-table mediocrity it was not.

Best own goal'? Absolutely no contest. Wivenhoe visited Kingsmeadow in March 1991, with Ks still among the title chasers (though not for long afterwards). In their line-up, the very scouse John Lacy, ex-Fulham, ex-Spurs & ex-Ks 21 years previously. And possessing enough self- confidence to make a Sutton United official blush. "I've had a great career, me" was one of the more printable replies he gave us to the stream of invective we were pointing his way (we were young, OK?). He rose to the bait like a salmon. Which just made us worse. And he was also getting angrier because Wivenhoe were 2-1 down, despite his best efforts. Then it happened. David Kempton made an idiot of their right-back for about the twenty-fourth time in seventy minutes & whipped in a dangerous near-post cross. The finish was clinical. Low & hard, under the keeper's body. He had to be at full stretch, too. And his name? One John Lacy esq. The remaining nineteen minutes of the game were a blur. I couldn't see through the tears of laughter. Indeed, I haven't laughed so much at anything since. Not even Sutton.

Jinks

He scored a few of these did Eddie Akuamoah when he first came onto the Ks scene in 1993. He'd pick up possession on the halfway line, turn the first defender, run at & past the second defender & a third if need be, before rounding the keeper & scoring from the tightest of angles. The most memorable of the genre came at Harrow in his third or fourth game for the club, which inspired the Ks fanzine of the time (a rather dull effort called the Searcher, or something) to pre-print a number of Player of the Year forms with Eddie's name on in first second & third place. He can't keep this up for ever, we thought. And, alas, we were right. He gave us one reminder at Worthing four or five years ago. But he's a different player now. Better, I suppose. But goals like that are of the past.

A couple of years previously, Roddy Brathwaite was consistently threatening the wonder goal. Many were the times he'd beat four or five defenders in & around the penalty box but just be unable to get a shot in. One day, we thought. And we were right. A particularly hapless Grays Athletic were the recipients in January 1991. With the Gulf War just about to start, Grays' moustachioed centre-half was inevitably tagged Saddam Hussein. And he was one of about five defenders Roddy left in his wake that particular afternoon. The final defender actually got a touch to the shot, otherwise the keeper might have stopped it. But it was close to the perfect goal. As the Surrey Comet so evocatively described it "Brathwaite got the fourth from close range after a jinking run." No need to over-react, eh lads?

What a Way to Die

And finally... a list of spectacular Ks goals could not possibly omit Geoff Pitcher, could it? No, it couldn't. And one in particular leaps onto this list. Partly because my seat in the press box afforded me the best possible view. Partly because of the importance of the occasion. And partly because of the silly cow (with all due respect) sat behind me.

It was the day in March 1998 when Ks went top of the league at Gravesend. Jamie Ndah, bless him, equalised for Dulwich at Sutton & Ks just needed a win to reach the lsthmian League summit Geoff Pitcher's 86th minute free-kick from 25 yards clinched the points. But it was the first goal that I remember. I've never seen a ball fly into the net quite like that. However far the keeper stretched, & he made good ground, the ball was just that inch or two beyond him. And Geoff only just got to the ball ahead of his marker. The pass back to him, from Joe Francis on his Ks debut, wasn't of the best. So it was almost as if he was winning a tackle. We went mad, of course. Both in the press box & behind the goal. Which led to the dotty old girl behind me to ask "Have they ever seen a goal scored before?" Perhaps when a Gravesend player scores from 20 yards with ten minutes to go to put them top of the league, you'll react the... ah, hang on...

Geoff s goal at Oxford City the night we won the league was a bit special too, of course, 30 yards straight from the keeper's clearance & all that. But the season finished on a Gary Patterson goal, his last minute (of the season) winner at Sutton against Woking in the Surrey Senior Cup final replay. That ball fairly flew in too, just beyond the keeper's reach. It was atonement for the sins of 1991 when Ks abjectly surrendered to the same opposition in the final of the same competition. And it was a perfect way to round off a damn-near perfect season. Not a bad way to round off the article, too.

Mark M

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FAREWELL AMARA SIMBA

As the Kingstonian team bus rolled up to the famous twin towers last May I would imagine that somewhere in between the nervous feelings of excitement and the like, there was an air of quiet confidence among the majority of the squad. The nucleus of the side was that which had returned from Wembley the previous year with winners medals, and for players like Matt Crossley winning at Wembley had become quite a habit – 4 times and four successes.

For Amara Simba however, Wembley holds mixed memories. Painful defeat in the play off final with Leyton Orient, and the honour of representing his country at the top level soured by the 2-0 score line in England’s favour, and seeing his own shot come back off the post in a game which will be mostly remembered as Alan Shearer’s debut.

Simba arrived at Kingsmeadow following the injury to David Leworthy shortly after the Southport quarter final Trophy replay, but by the time the Final arrived in May the former French International was more than deserving of his starting place despite the departing Leworthy’s return to fitness.

Known to K’s fans for his winning goal for Orient in the FA Cup 2nd Round replay the previous year, his appearance at Dover brought with it an air of anticipation. Spectacular goals seamed to flow freely and by the time Simba had scored twice against Sutton in the trophy rout, he was firmly established as a fans favourite.

Two fantastic left footed drives in consecutive games against Hayes and Northwich helped ensure that K’s finished their season better than the last – a creditable 5th place.

And so on to Wembley. Two apiece, fingernails no more than worn down stubs, and Tarkan puts his head down and runs. And runs. And runs. And shoots.....

Keeper spills it and a yellow shirt is first to the rebound to smash home the third and winning goal almost breaking the net in the process. At least that’s what most strikers would have tried to do. But most strikers may have missed given the spread of the keepers body for the follow up. Luckily for all concerned the man in the yellow shirt was Simba.

Cool, calm, collected Simba. The only one in the whole stadium who was! A deft chip over the keeper sent the ball spinning towards the goal. At least ten minutes had passed by the time the ball had bounced about a dozen times, come back off the post, eluded a despairing defenders slide and found its way into the goal. Cue mass celebrations and a second trophy success in as many years.

There were a few more goals early this year before Simba’s departure to St Albans, but the name of Simba will always, to me, be synonymous with the excruciating pain dealt to all K’s fans with his composed time delayed finish in the trophy final. And we shall all love him forever for it.

Simon M

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