OK, I'll admit it. I got my train times a little wrong as I rolled through Telford Central station an hour early. It was packed with police who felt the need to check the train, there must have been a big game going on or something. The train rattled on and arrived at Wellington, the station closest to the ground, at mid-day. There were police in abundance along with riot vans near the station and moving into the town there were more police everywhere! Cars patrolled the streets and dog units were dotted around here and there. It was becoming apparent this might be for the Boston after all...
| Some villages were definitely sans their idiots. |
Due to my early arrival I was given the opportunity to sample some of the local beverages. The Cock Hotel was my watering hole of choice and it had some marvellous beers, if a little pricey. The Boston boys started to roll in and there was ample time to enjoy the beautiful weather before moving on to the ground. Coming out of the Hotel the first signs of trouble were encountered. Some of the village people who'd been chucked out of York St were leaning over a pub fence, words were exchanged and the first glasses and bottles of the day were hurled. Only the swift intervention of the police prevented more than one punch being thrown as the Telford lot fell out of the pub after the Boston fans.
| The teams walk out. |
Telford dearly, dearly want to be a professional Football League club but if they can't even print enough programmes then they have a long way to go. Apparently Telford were expecting around 100 Pilgrims so the 240 (officially, there looked more in reality) who turned out must have come as a bit of a surprise. The Pilgrims support was superb throughout and there was plenty of vocal backing from the outset, putting Telford's 94 from the return leg to shame. The teams came out, the Pilgrims making one change with Lawrie Dudfield claiming his first start up front as Boyes was out following a minor (hopefully) car accident. Get well soon, Adam!
The game started cautiously with neither team really attacking the other. Telford had the odd chance but they were invariably off target. Half an hour in and Boston went ahead in the most familiar of ways. Yates swinging in a corner for Pearson to bullet home his tenth of the season from a few yards out. The Boston faithful duly went absolutely mental. Both Semple and Yates had been superb and each had chances before the break. They couldn't hit the target, however, as the Pilgrims teased the Telford fans for letting their club die.
| Lines-person, no Andy Grey comments from this author! |
Good work by Dudfield gave Semple another opportunity just after the break but again the winger couldn't hit the target. Telford threw on substitutes but it was Boston who were having the better of the chances. Only some brilliant defending kept Weir-Daley out and Yates tamely hit a poor shot straight at the 'keeper from a good position. Davidson came on for Dudfield with 20 minutes left as the Pilgrims saw out the remainder of the half to claim a fantastic three points. Not a classic for the neutral but I doubt there were many of those amongst the 2124 at the New Bucks Head.
| A mutual applause. |
The trip back to the station was to prove dodgy to say the least. Some poor stewarding allowed Telford fans right up to the exit for the away fans. Bottles, again, were hurled and more punches thrown as the stewards struggled to control things. Eventually the stewards managed to escort the Boston fans away from the ground. Just far enough to see the police nicking the wrong Bucks fans... I must have been one of the only people in the country with their coat done all the way up as I negotiated the back roads to the station, avoiding some fairly hostile Telford fans on the main routes.
The station brought fresh joys. As usual there were police everywhere but the place they were needed. The Boston fans on the platform ended up politely chatting to one of the bottle throwers from earlier. Turns out he was the lad thrown out of York St for getting in the home end. He may have been a little prone to hyperbole, telling us how he was singing Telford songs in the Boston end at our place. He also informed us that the Telford support at Nuneaton was "like a Premier League club but with a bigger 'firm'". Right... Pulling out of Wellington I not only contemplated my calves burning from all the bouncing in the stands, but the prospect of a play-off tie in Telford. I won't be wearing my shirt next time round, that's for sure!
Next up: Hyde FC at York St.