HAPPY NEW YEAR - ON AND OFF THE PITCH

To be printed in the National League South game v Tonbridge Angels Saturday 24th January 2026

So much has happened since our last home game I don’t know where to start. Actually, that’s a lie. It has to be Maidenhead United away. First time we’ve played them in the league for 25 years. Packed ground, brilliant atmosphere and 3-1 to the Rebels. Best Birthday Present Ever. Forget the roast turkey – as Alan ‘the shirt’ Brown said – how about roast magpie for Boxing Day afters?

I get people love old traditional grounds. I do too. And in town centres where they belong. With old pylons peeping out surrounded by chimney pots. But York Road needs some serious investment and instead Maidenhead are keen to sell the ground where football has been continuously played since 1871  - the longest in the world - and move not too far up the road. Of course, if we lived in a society that wasn't all about money, the site would be valued, even turned into a football museum. Unfortunately especially in towns like Maidenhead and Slough it will become faceless housing and office blocks that no one loves and sucks the joy from our souls.

We then went on a 3 match unbeaten run until it came to a frozen halt at Chippenham. January is Rail Replacement Month so i left at stupid o clock to meet up with Gaz the Sandwich. Maybe the frozen farmers fields out west should have given me a clue but Chippenham seemed confident - until it was called off. Seven hours and £50 down the pan. Fiddlesticks. Gaz met with some Southend fans who love stealing our best players, but their game against Bath was another late postponement because a bit of the ground that wasn't even on the pitch was frozen. Which is a new one on me. Alfie and the Devon Rebels headed to Odd Down FC with their 'Don't be nasty, eat a pasty' banner, while my train trundled home, watching Macclesfield seriously have their day in the sun. It could have, should have been us. Meh.

I couldn't make the quickly rearranged Chippenham Town defeat but headed to the crazy mixed up town of Hemel Hempstead, where Mr. Blobby greeted us at the turnstiles. After being dished up cat-sick breakfast at Euston, we got served something much more palatable; infact this was five star cuisine. One of the best first half performances i've seen from a Slough Town team in years with fantastic, noisy support to boot. We might not be big hitters when it comes to home attendances but so many that come to home games are happy to travel away.

In amongst all the climbing up the table business, we also had the welcome news that Scotty had signed a new two year contract while Ash spelt out the vision of the club.

"This vision is guided by four core pillars which define what Slough Town FC stands for.

"Sustainability, Talent, Fan Experience, Community.

"In a league that becomes more competitive every season - with more full time teams and bigger budgets - we remain steadfast in our commitment to operating responsibly and sustainably. We are one of the few clubs at this level who can genuinely say that. And that matters.

"Everything we do is focused on long-term stability: from recruitment and player development to careful financial management and facility improvements. Our development model continues to prove its value - not only strengthening the squad but generating funds that protect our future.

"Enhancements to Arbour Park have continued, ensuring the stadium remains a modern, welcoming home we can be proud of.

"In one of the biggest steps forward last year, we reached agreement with the council on a new Sports Hub to support and elevate our training provision. This will improve performance, welfare and development across the club."

Which leads nicely onto the glossy Slough Is Now document where the football club is one of the key players in regenerating and reimagining the town. Dragging a place that needs a lot of love - and a good broom. Building on the innovation and invention that defined the place and which we sing about on the terraces. Did you know we've got the biggest trading estate in Europe !? Looking at what we've got in the town such as young, very diverse workforce and amazing transport links. Sure, there's plenty of issues. Trying to sort out the housing mess, the carbuncle of a town centre, massive inequality, but at least there is a vision and plans for wanting to be better.

These are exciting times for Slough the Town and Slough Town FC which thanks to so many brilliant people is in rude health. So let's keep on punching above our weight, and add more points on the board, while those behind the scenes continue to work hard to make us a major force in the town. 

Photos by Scott McNeish

REBELS ON TOUR : DOVER TO DAGENHAM

 

Printed in the National League South game v Chesham United Tuesday 28th December 2025 (Won 3-0 in front of 714) and Eastbourne 3rd January 2026 (Won 2-1 in front of 933)

Dover was one of those days when the highlight was having a few drinks with everyone. Which is fair enough if that didn't involve a 6 hour round trip to sip beer. Me and Gaz the Sandwich did some sightseeing. Well I took a picture of him of front of a distant Dover Castle then we hunted for pubs. One decided to serve beer that was undrinkable, the other had a landlord who said when Dover played Bristol Rovers, the Rovers supporters got in touch and said if he served a certain cider they would turn up en masse. He served 2,000 pints before 2pm!

The coast train is cheap, the club put me on the guest list and er, well that's about it. Dover have the best ground in the league but the worst pitch. Which you would think is an important consideration for a football club. Bit like a pub serving dodgy beer. They do decent chips and the place has the best acoustics ever; hitting parts of the stand with drumsticks was like playing a giant xylophone. Tubular Bells, Dover version. I’m sure everyone appreciated it. And then we lost to them - again. Around 40 Slough bothered to make the trip and half of them were hanging from the night before. I guess you can say we were all distracted by the big FA Cup game. But let’s not talk about that.

Dagenham used to be one of those places you visited every year. Not on holiday but for 90 minutes of football following Slough in the Isthmian League. In those days, there was no promotion, no play-offs and very little chance of getting in the football league. It was 2 points for a win, and if you were midtable at Christmas not much to play for. I remember standing on Victoria Roads grass banks behind the goal when I was young and once selling a vegetarian lasagna to a local restaurant so I could afford the coach and entry fee (it definitely wasn't the £22 I had to part with this time). Somewhere along the line they merged with Redbridge Forest who had already devoured Leytonstone, Ilford and Walthamstow Avenue - as London clubs performed in front of pitiful crowds in grounds that had seen much better times. You can go all rose tinted about the good old football days as much as you like, but lower league football is in much ruder health these days. And ironically Ilford, Walthamstow and Redbridge all now have they own clubs back in senior football, although sadly the word Avenue has been lost along with their old grounds.

At some point there was a serious parting of the ways for the Rebels and the Daggers. They joined the English Football League while we played the village people. And now here we are, Division 6 South so to speak after their fall from grace, some colourful owners, and well more of the same but staying full time and even adding Andy Carroll and his hair to their books.

Coming out at Dagenham East tube is bleak. A dual carriageway runs past, with flags fluttering half way up lampposts and the only hostelry a newish one that does pub grub and claims its the heart of Dagenham. After meeting a few Rebels including Deano Bladder Beckett we headed to Dagenham's clubhouse which had very decent prices but the feel of an old working mens where just one more meat raffle would bring the good times back. But as you approach through the back street houses, their big old pylons lighting up the sky, it feels like going to a proper old school football ground. The grass banks are now a massive seated stand where the Dagenham ultras gathered at the back, while we were segregated into a decent seated stand at the side with toilets that had a preservation order that Deano enjoyed but no bar. We sang ‘Biggest Trading Estate in Europe, Your never sing that’ at them and they replied with ‘English Football League, Your Never Sing’ which deserved a round of applause from the Rebels. Still, it was worth adding ‘You used to play Sheffield Wednesday but now your back playing Slough.’ I came away disapointed with just a point after a brilliant, battling performance, even their manager was very complimentary of our team. As an exciting end to end 0-0 as your likely to see. It made the long shlep back across London much more enjoyable.

So onto the Christmas period where for my 60th birthday the football gods have arranged Maidenhead United v Slough Town for the first time in the league since 2001. You’re all welcome to join me after in the Wheatsheaf after the game for a few birthday drinks and to plan next years adventures.* Let’s hope its a boring mid table one.

* Opps, this isn't being published till after the event. 

NO SLOUGH TOWN FAIRYTALE

Printed in the National League South game v Dorking Wanderers 20th December 2025  We lost 2-1 in front of 815

photo by Scott McNeish

There’s only one story to tell and it didn’t end in the fairytale we had all prayed for. To rub salt into the wound, our victors got the FA Cup holders at home. Fiddlesticks.

To be honest it was a bloody miracle we got to the second round in the first place. Losing and being a man down for over an hour when our keeper was sent off against Bedfont Sports. Wellings last minute equaliser, down to the bare bones against Enfield before a late, late goal. A Slough performance to savour against Altrincham.

We packed out the park – a record 2,500 and the media started running positive stories about Slough the Town. I haven’t been that nervous since, well the last time we were in the second round but it wasn’t to be. In the cold light of day Macclesfield deserved it, scored a wonder goal after a dubious penalty (for both teams) but ours unfortunately resulted in a sending off. I left straight after the game, totally dejected. Not even the sight of a sparkly new Station Jim could cheer me up.

But on reflection the cup run done the club proud. No doubt we will pick up a few more supporters from it and the club as a whole will benefit from new exposure. The hardcore Rebels behind the goal were joined by a man whose gaining legendary status at the club, with other players joining him. Our injured captain Henry Ochieng grabbed the bin sticks and even climbed on them a few times much to the frantic, worried looks from supporters who didn’t want him falling and compounding his injury. You can see why Scotty picked him as our captain.

We shouted down the obligatory idiots who turn up at big games who were throwing stuff on the pitch and giving grief to the Macclesfield player who was obviously badly injured. I lost my temper at shouts of how bad Macclesfield support was. They sold out their allocation of 600 on a televised match on a Sunday morning. I’d say that’s pretty decent.

The amount of organising and volunteering that goes into days like these is truly monumental. I asked our community manager Ade about the build up to the game. “We had around 5 coming in during the week, doing some small maintenance jobs and putting signage in stands for new sponsors. We then had a working party on the Saturday, all events and matches were cancelled, which saw about 20 people come in. Jobs included setting up bars and tea bars, cleaning stands and setting up the segregation. On the actual day there were over 40 volunteers all were onsite by 10am and most didn’t leave until after 4pm.

“Whilst I know the club can’t run without our fantastic volunteers, we should also give a shout out to board and matchday committee. Everything from tickets, sponsorship, safety plans, stewarding, policing, external relations such as scaffolders, the FA and TNT Sports and food deliveries, all required a huge amount of work. Every person worked so hard in the 4 weeks from the draw happening.

“On the day there was no real dramas off the pitch and the feedback from everyone, including Slough and Macclesfield fans was that the day was really well run. Everyone really did ‘Serve With Honour’ and showed just how fabulous this football club is.” Amen to all that.

It was also good to see former chairman Steve Easterbrook who I thanked and reminded him that we are where we are today because of all the work he did getting us back to Slough and building a financially sustainable football club. Financially sustainable – words you don’t often hear in football.

Now the priority is staying in this league. It’s frightening how much money is being thrown around, having nearly half of our opponents full time is economic madness but it is what it is. Every game we must now treat like an FA Cup. Of course after the defeat a few started having a pop at Scott Davies on line. I thought his reply as ever was class. “Genuine question… what would we have to do as a management team for you to say that we’ve kicked on? 10th and 16th placed finishes. Went a year unbeaten at home. Scored the second most goals over the last two seasons combined. 1st and 2nd round of FA Cup. Sold 5 players in less than 12 months. 11 players gone full time. Our best players taken year on year. Been in the relegation zone for 3 weeks over a 2 year period as a part time club when 40% of the league are full time. Fair enough I’ll make mistakes along with my management team but we aren’t magicians.”

Maybe in the New Year we should all take a breath, stop shaking our fists at clouds, stop thinking we can do better while we scroll through our phones lying on the couch. And remember, as that proverb goes; before you complain, have you volunteered yet? Cos fairytales are usually built on the backs of peoples hard graft.

 

Photo by Sarah Peplow

THE DOERS AND DREAMERS

Printed in the FA Cup 2nd round game v Macclesfield Sunday 7th December 2025  We lost 3-1 in front of 2,500 - our biggest ever crowd at Arbour Park

Photo by Scott McNeish

In any rational world neither Macclesfield or Slough Town football clubs would exist. Basket-cases that any sane person would have put out of their misery. Thankfully football and life, isn't completely dictated by money and logic and there’s always the doers and dreamers who refuse to give up. Who refuse to take no for an answer and listen to their hearts rather than their heads.

The fall and rise of Macclesfield has been well documented, less so that of Slough Town. But the Rebels were homeless for 15 long years as they plummeted down the leagues, fighting the council to find us a new ground while trying to keep a competitive team on the pitch. But a hardcore group never stopped believing or supporting them; driven by people like Chris Sliski, who is sadly no longer with us and former chairman Steve Easterbrook who grabbed the club by the scruff of its scrawny neck and finally got us back in the town we represent.

We recently lost another one of those doers and dreamers - Phil Ashford. I had only really started getting to know him. He’d moved to Reading a while back and was supporting the Royals, but was slowly being pulled back to the Rebels including our last FA Cup game. Our politics aligned but rather than just shouting from the sidelines, he lived those politics supporting people who’d fallen on hard times for whatever reason. You can tell the measure of a man by the outpourings after their passing. One of our supporters Sarah posted “The world is a darker place since the light that is Phil Ashford went out. Don’t have enough words to describe how much difference he made to so many people, both through his work and his kind, generous and giving nature in his personal life. Rest in peace Phil You have touched so many hearts and lives.”

Another, Nada wrote “Wonderful human being who had an infinite amount of kindness and belief that every person had the right to live with dignity and justice, and access to good times, too!”

Phil was good fun to be around. He introduced me to the Facebook sensation that is Non League Bins, its cover page now our very own Welly waving one of our bashed bins in the air in celebration. Phil played his last gig at Arbour Park which was outside and bizarrely while a match was going on. He said he couldn’t stop shouting ‘offside’ on the mic. They were even thinking of changing the bands name simply to Slough’. He’s going to be missed by so many.

I recently arrived at Arbour Park with BBC Breakfast in tow; parents with their children were turning up in droves, there was a busy gym and 150 business leaders attending for a conference. The journalists have promised a positive article about the town and the club – knocking Slough is like shooting fish in a barrel. And they delivered. They had started their filming at Slough Museum and the truth is Slough the Town has always been a place full of doers and dreamers - like an industrial Silicon valley with all its inventions. As the song goes – Zebra crossings, Thunderbirds, Mars Bars and Bins, Biggest Trading Estate, David Brent – these are all Slough things. Then there’s – Roundabouts, Cox's Orange Pippins, Infrared, snooker, first ever community centre and so much more that I just can’t get to rhyme.

Once our new owners took over the Arbour Park lease from the council, the club has been turbo charged. Not just new infrastruture but new iniatiatives as well as hundreds of people playing on the pitch – from youngsters, ladies team, walking football, men v fat, disability..there's hardly a spare second on the artifical turf. The club have become the glue that binds communities together – even more important in a town like Slough.

But there’s always so much more to do and why so much is riding on this game, that I feel physically sick. I don’t have bucket lists but if I did, right up there would be Slough Town in the Third Round of the FA Cup after eight glorious second round failures.

I don’t want to over egg this game, but the riches from being in their Third Round, the spotlight it would bring to the club, wont just define this season, but potentially the next decade. It would be like winning the lottery and then some, but sharing that win with thousands of others.

So I dedicate this match to the doers and dreamers. We need more of them in this world. But first things first - today we need to win. So let’s make some noise Rebel Army and put our town on the map for all the right reasons. Let’s be part of making history for our club.

A TASTE OF SLOUGH

 

Printed in the National League South game v AFC Totton Tuesday 25th November 2025  We won 3-2 in front of 412 

I decided to pop up a little bit earlier before last Tuesdays game against Farnborough. I said hello to a spruced up Station Jim offering him a ghost dog biscuit, then headed to the far end of the High Street for some food. Apart from the biggest Gregg's I’ve ever seen there is a wealth of culinary delights with restaurants dishing up food from Somalia, Afghanistan, Iraq, Africa, India and more. In the end I went boring and had a halloumi wrap. I was presented with a small bowl of free lentil soup then a big wrap for a fiver. I grow food but I’m no foodie. I’m vegetarian, but so often the food I can have is limited and uninspiring. No sorry, I don’t want the cous-cous aubergine surprise. But this hit the spot at very decent prices.

Running short of time I popped into one of the last pubs standing - the Alpha Arms. Now my dad lived a good number of years in Alpha Street and let’s just say he helped that tiny back street pub stay financially viable. So was it a co-incidence it closed when he moved out? Amazingly it did reopen and tripled in size with some love given to the big garden – a decent green space just off the high street. It’s a lovely old building in one of Slough first streets (the clues in the name Alpha) but the houses at the top are shabby, the new builds where the Floral Arms once stood, look like the same faceless rabbit hutches that blight England. They closed the bottom half of the high street to traffic which was a good thing, but unfortunately routed it through residential streets including Alpha Street, which was a bad thing. Now I like a good bin, but im not sure the collection outside the Alpha enhances its architectural charm and doesn’t scream ‘come on in’ hospitality to me. With the Herschel Arms gone, its more of an Irish pub than ever but the Guinness wasn’t poured with the love it deserves, and the music occasionally blasting the small number of drinkers stopping their conversation flowing. I supped up and headed in a cab to the ground.

Whenever I've arrived earlier at Arbour Park its been a hive of activity. This time was no different, with youngsters playing on the pitches. On Tuesdays alone there’s Under 8’s, Under 9’s, two Under 10’s Boys only 6-8 years old, Wildcats which is girls 5-11 and teen disability 12-18 years old.

So when our seniors men's teams form dips, I remind myself that all this community activity, shows how the club is run the right way and is in good hands. And while the first team fanbase doesn’t represent the towns ethnicity and crowds have fallen this season, this was a different matter. It was like the United Nations with all different cultures meeting and greeting each other.

I’m not into segregation; it defeats one of the main reasons for supporting lower league football, mingling and chatting with away supporters. But with apparently Worthing requesting it and after the unsavoury incidents at Gloucester – which could have so easily been nipped in the bud if it was better managed – it was in place again Saturday. Chatting to some of the Worthing supporters after, their club are going to be dealing with some of the youngsters who’ve attached themselves to their club. We can deal with our Scrappy Doo’s and others need to do the same before the collective punishment of segregation because of a few idiots, becomes the norm in our league.

Slough finally got a deserved 3 points, but the crowd was sparse even for a Tuesday. Despite that, despite our league position, the building blocks for a successful football club are all there.

I can’t make tonight as i'm heading up to Slough the following day for a BBC Breakfast FA Cup special in the Wheatsheaf. This is the sort of publicity a cup run brings and something marketing whizz-kids can only dream of. They wanted me to go to the Office roundabout but I pointed out it that might be tricky as its now a dual carriageway. Infact the only thing standing from the sit-coms intro is the Slough Trading Estate sign, which as we all know is the biggest trading estate in Europe. (Quiet, Spreadsheet Stu). Things have moved so fast in the world of work, could you even make the Office now? It would just be an engineer wandering lonely round a vast Data Centre doing zoom calls to people in pyjamas, who only leave the house to go to the gym. Which is why its so important places like pubs and football are protected, places where you can turn off those screens, and meet other human beings and have a laugh. See you at Dover!

TROY OF THE ROVERS

 

Printed in the National League South game v Worthing Saturday November 2025  We lost 2-1 in front of 692

‘It is a fairytale; you can’t even dream about something like that. I have no words to describe the emotions right now.’

When Troy Parrott poked in that last minute goal to send the Republic of Ireland into the World Cup qualifiers there was chaos on the pitch, in the stands and anywhere else Irish fans happened to be. The following night Scotland scored two injury time goals to qualify with the same scenes of joy. This is what football is all about, this is why we love the game. And yet these fairytale's are under threat like never before.

People in power rarely like to give it up and always come up with

1. Excuses.

2. Warnings that any changes to the status quo will bring about Armageddon.

3. Threats to keep the status quo (If you’re unlucky enough to live in some of the countries Premier League owners represent those threats include torture, imprisonment and death).

Salary cap? See you to court.

Make the league fairer? Well wave goodbye to best players who just won’t come here if they can’t get £100,000 plus a week (I know I wouldn’t get out of bed for that either).

Three promotion places to the football league – hold those slay bells think us Turkeys are going to vote for Christmas?

FA Cup replays – come on, we’ve given you the National League Cup where you get to play Premier Under 21 teams. What more do you want?

Financially stable football clubs? Don’t be such a wet sponge.

There’s no doubt the new football regulator is going to have a fight on their hands trying to even things up. There’s already lots of ‘See you in court’ as clubs, agents and players unions argue its not fair and against competition law (unless of course you’re Manchester City whose 115 charges of breaking the rules rumble on and on). Which is ironic really as the idea of stopping some clubs spending the same amount as a small European countries total GDP is about bringing more competition to football. To try and sprinkle it with magic rather than drown it in pounds, shillings and pence.

On David v Goliath FA Cup games we are always reminded that the English Football pyramid is the envy of the world - but do everything it seems to knee cap any clubs who want to do a Wimbledon and go from non league to Premier league.

So let’s talk about AFC Wimbledon, who it should be remembered started near the bottom of the pyramid pile after MK Dons were allowed to nick their league place and moved to a town full of roundabouts. Fan owned, they are doing well in Division One and financed a new ground next to their old Plough Lane. But now they are looking for investors who support their ethos as they just cannot compete with the riches of others. Clubs in League One are losing on average £5.2 million a year. In League Two its £2.2 million. Those loses are not an option for a supporters run club.

Even small asks like 3UP to the English Football League have been in limbo for years. So last week the National League upped the ante with games kicking off at 3.03 with more protests promised. Just two promotion spots has created a bottle neck that has filtered down to the north and south divisions – pushing finances to the limit just to try and compete. 12 clubs in our league are full time. For basically Division 6 South. That’s insane. How do clubs afford to compete without a sugar daddy? Do we really want our community clubs in the hands of one person? This basically means if you run your club sustainable and sensibly it could well end up in relegation tears.

No club that's ever been promoted from the National League has come straight back down while the majority that have been relegated into it have failed to bounce back straight away. Ironically those current Turkeys - if they ever find themselves in what Sutton United supporters dubbed the Bastard League - will find promotion much easier with 3 places.

The jump up to the National League is as brutal as the Championship to the Premier League. So let’s see if the new Independent Football Regulator can knock some sense into footballs wild west finances, and that it’s on the pitch not just how much you have in your pocket that occasionally wins you games.

That football fairy dust isn’t so sparkly when the same old clubs keep winning. But don’t expect those in power to play nicely or go down without a fight if anyone dares try and even things up.

A SLOUGH TOWN CONUNDRUM

printed in the National League South game v Farnborough Tuesday 18th November 2025  We won 2-0 in front of 433

Photo by Scott McNeish

So a first ever visit to Horsham’s new ground – or to give its full title: The Fusion Aviation Community Stadium. Slough had played Horsham plenty of times before but that was at their old Queen Street ground. Bang smack in the middle of town where all football clubs should be. But the place which had its charm, was falling to bits and they finally left in 2008 for a nomadic existence that lasted 11 long years.

Now Horsham is a very well to do place. The sort of place that looks down their noses at football with local residents and councillors throwing up all kinds of obstacles and excuses to block a new football stadium.

The irony of this wasn’t lost on one supporter – if it were new houses or to knock down an old building it would get the nod from planning. In fact the town is expanding at such a rate it might be married to Crawley soon, which are two starkly different places. Think Slough and Windsor.

The first pub I went into was far too posh for the likes of Slough so I headed to the Car Max which sounded like some dodgy car wash but has origins from the mists of time. For centuries people drove livestock to sell, meeting with traders along other tracks; the Carfax began as a clearing around the junction of these tracks. Over time it developed into a thriving market; a focal point for people to meet – be it for food, drink, entertainment, commemoration and of course public punishment and execution. I was thirsty after learning about all this and found The Stout House a bit more suitable for the Rebel Rabble.

The bustling market town centre is in stark contrast to Slough which has won another of those awards – this time most unhealthiest high streets in the UK. I think this one is unwarranted with plenty of amazing food to be scoffed. The relentless rise of online shopping and out of town supermarkets means high streets have to reinvent themselves or die – you need to become a destination to attract people, and Slough High Street definitely ain’t that. But the thing is with a bit of imagination you could transform the place – playing to its melting-pot-of-people strengths, with cheap stalls offering up food from around the world, it could become a magnet. Far fetched? Broadway Market in Hackney was on its knees and although gentrification has caused major upheavals by greedy property  developers it is a thriving, trendy go-to place on a Saturday. Brighton Open Market in one of the less trendy places offers cheap stalls, making it affordable to small traders, which alongside the butchers, bakers, cafes and fruit stalls means its the place to head to on a Saturday.

As we supped our beer and Deano told tales of European tours with Manchester United, Alan the Shirt Brown told of how he managed to hurt himself doing first aid training. Which is impressive. Like being run over in a hospital carpark. Deano also left us with this riddle. ‘Would you rather Slough get to the fourth round of the FA Cup but get relegated.’

The only problem with Horsham's new ground is its miles out of town. Like park and ride miles out. So we managed to get a seven seater taxi. The ground has a lot of character for a new venue, and is surrounded by trees. But another stadium with no musical instruments because, well to do neighbours have already complained about the sound of bouncing balls, shouting, and whistles. I really hope a group of woodpeckers set up in a tree near their houses and drum their heads on the trunks looking for insects.

I also really like the clubs honesty spelt out in a series of articles about how the club is run. Chairman Kevin Borrett wrote “In 2017-18, Horsham’s turnover was around £117,000. This season it’s projected to exceed £1.2 million – a tenfold increase in less than a decade. The problem is, we haven’t suddenly gained the staff or the money that people expect to help counteract that kind of rapid growth.”

“People see a packed stadium and automatically assume we must be raking it in, says Development Director Matt Ide. The trust is, the costs of competing at the previous level were difficult enough, but at the level we’re at now, with increased travel costs, wages, security and maintenance for example. Every penny we make goes straight back into keeping the club alive in an attempt to make it a sustainable business and community asset, but it’s not easy."

"The easy route would be to find a wealthy investor and hand over control, says Commercial Director Sam Borrett. "But that's never been Horsham's aim or intended direction. That ethos means doing more with less, but it also means something deeper ; the club belongs to the town. Every pint poured, every shirt bought, every ticket sold keeps the lights on and the dream alive. We know there are still rough edges, but they are growing pains of a club that has outgrown its skin faster than anyone expected. Horsham FC's success isn't an accident, it's the product of thousands of hours of hard work by some truly dedicated people. "

We left Horsham impressed with what they’ve achieved but pointless. Our fifth straight league defeat. On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about Deanos conundrum. ‘4th Round of the FA Cup but relegation. What would you choose?’ Answers on a postcard.

INSECT-AGEDDON

 

Printed in the FA Trophy 2nd Round Proper Saturday 15th November 2025  We drew 1-1 but lost 4-3 on penalties in front of 523

Like Dr.Foster I went to Gloucester in a shower of rain. It was a couple of seasons back and the only time I’ve been to their ground; but it wasn’t to see them take on Slough but to see us play Truro City who had camped up there – a mere four hours from their Cornish home. As the west county was soaked from the endless rain and pitches became more suited for water polo, Truro had no choice but to make the long journey while their new ground was being built.

Gloucester City’s ground had only been built in 1986 on the banks of the River Severn but suffered two catastrophic floods, making the place uninsurable. When mass flooding again hit the West of England in 2007, the pitch was submerged under eight feet of water, with the rain reaching almost as high as the crossbar. As well as the playing surface, the stands, clubhouse, kitchen facilities, changing rooms and shop were all swamped. It forced the club to abandon ship and play home matches in four different grounds over a ten-year period. They then finally got planning permission to rebuild and to prevent it flooding again, raise the level of the place. It was a drastic measure but it worked. Former co-chairman Alex Petheram said "We had to bring the ground up around four metres across the whole site. Then we put protective bunds in around the River Severn and raised all the levels. If this floods now we'll need an ark as the whole of Gloucestershire will be under water."

I was pondering all this and how our changing climate and more unstable weather patterns are going to challenge many clubs in the future. Then I came across a piece of brilliant journalism by Tess McClure.

She tells the story of Daniel Janzen. ‘Nearly half a century ago, the young ecologist had been out documenting fruit crops in the Costa Rican rainforest when he fell into a ravine shattering his ribcage. Slowly, he dragged himself out, crawling nearly two miles back to the research hut. There were no neighbours, roads, and no way of getting to a hospital.

‘Selecting a rocking chair on the porch, Janzen used a bedsheet to strap his torso tightly to the frame. For a month, he sat, barely moving, waiting for his bones to knit back together. And he watched.

‘In front of him was a world seething with life. Every branch of every tree was seemed to host its own small metropolis of creatures hunting, flying, crawling, eating. But the real show was at night: for two hours each evening, the site got power and a 25-watt bulb flickered on above the porch. Out of the forest darkness, a tornado of insects would flock to its glow, spinning and dancing before the light. Lit up, the side of the house would be “absolutely plastered with moths – tens of thousands of them”, Janzen says.

‘Inspired, he decided to erect a sheet for a light trap with a camera – a common way to document flying insect numbers and species. In that first photograph, taken in 1978, the lit-up sheet is so thickly studded with moths that in places the fabric was barely visible, transformed into what looks like crawling wallpaper.’

Fast forward nearly 50 years and something dramatic has changed. Daniel Janzen still works at the same station at Costa Rica with his wife. But the trees that once crawled with insects lie still. He repeats his light traps, hanging the sheet, watching for what comes. “It’s the same sheet, with the same lights, in the same place, looking over the same vegetation. Same time of year, same time of the moon cycle, everything about it is identical,” he says. “There’s just no moths on that sheet.”

‘The declines witnessed by Janzen are part of what some are calling a new era of ecological collapse, where rapid extinctions occur in places that have little direct contact with people. And when you have “insectageddon” then there will be sharp declines in birds, lizards and other creatures that depend on them for food, with some bird populations halved in half a century.

‘So how can places largely untouched by the human hand see such a decline in numbers? A tropical forest ecosystem is “a finely tuned Swiss watch”, with each element delicately tuned to interlock with the rest. And now, the system has one gear spinning wildly out of time: the climate. “When I arrived here in 1963 the dry season was four months. Today, it is six months,” Janzen says. Insects that typically spend four months underground, waiting for the rains, are now forced to try to survive another two months of hot, dry weather. Many are not succeeding.’

I’m generally an optimist, but this tale really made me stop and think. You might worry about small boats more than the extinction of half the worlds species which is not surprising really, when these issues hardly ever get told. But shouldn’t we be worrying more about these bigger threats? And is raising our football grounds and towns up on stilts really an option that we will be able to afford?

Behind one of the stands at Gloucester City you can see the old abandoned terraces, caked in mud and debris, like some apocalyptic architectural ruin. A potent picture of what is to come elsewhere if we don’t take action now?

SLOUGH TOWNS DREAMING

Printed in the National League South game v Bath City Tuesday 3rd November 2025  We lost 3-2 in front of 451

There were tears of joy from some of our supporters as the final whistle blew on Saturday. Little old Slough had done it again – comprehensively beating a higher league side and into the second round for the ninth time ever. As I clinked glasses with co-owner Ash I said how he and the board deserved this for all the work they put in behind the scenes.

I arrived in Slough Friday night after spending the previous days in Liverpool with my family visiting our eldest now at University. Liverpool is a place I hadn’t visited since 1995 when I joined the picket lines to support the dockers They had been sacked en masse for refusing to cross a picket line and refusing to work for worse pay and conditions. Unfortunately I also got arrested for walking down the street later that afternoon by the riot police. This did mean – as the court case rumbled on - I visited Liverpool and got to know the people who I found to be kind, friendly and funny. Younger striking dockers used to visit Brighton to tell their stories and galvanise support, and lets just say they always received a warm welcome.

The Dock Strike became even more pertinent to us as one of our friends had been sent to Shoreham docks by the Job Centre. Sent with no training, doing one of the most dangerous jobs in the country he was killed on his first day – decapitated by a chain that wasn’t properly secured. We went to the funeral and seeing his heart broken parents we vowed to fight for justice for their son.

Having lunch on the rejuvenated Albert Docks. Eating halloumi off a piece of wood rather than a plate. I wonder what former dockers would have thought about all this? And should i go and have a peek at Everton's impressive looking new ground? No thanks, instead I jumped on a bus to go and find South Liverpools ground.

South Liverpool had a rich history and hoped to compete with the city's other league clubs at one time – but like so many, their attempts to get voted into the league were thwarted by a closed shop. They still managed some memorable moments, like persuading the famous Hungarian striker and one of the worlds best ever players Puskás to play at the ground for a charity match, while John Aldridge and Jimmy Case played for them before signing for Liverpool.

When their clubhouse got burnt down they finally gave up the ghost and the club was no more. The club's historic ground, Holly Park, is now the location of the Liverpool South Parkway railway station.

However, some determined people decided they weren't giving up and resurrected the team, playing their games at North Field in the Liverpool County Combination League. You can still see the railings, dug outs and a container with the faded club lettering on it. Then in 2019 they moved into Jericho Lane a modern facility on a site that was developed in partnership with Liverpool City Council and the Football Association. They were promoted to the North West Counties League in season 2021/22 returning to the National League System after a 30 year gap. South Liverpool's new ground won't win any architectural awards, but its supporters who never gave up certainly deserve to win some for their perseverance.

The next day I decided to visit my mates Brian's pub. Well not, his, its community owned – like over 200 others across the country. The Lock and Quay is a pub that is part of the safe regeneration project which packs a serious punch in one of the poorest areas of the country. Safe Regeneration are involved in everything from housing to business support and training to helping people start their own companies. The pub was bought back to life in 2016. It brews its own beer, hosts its own music festivals, has a paddle club, even cheese and wine nights; puts on children's activities – there was a Halloween party going on under a massive marquee in the garden when I was there – and so much more. With every penny raised going back into making Bootle a better place.

And finally, as i waited for my train home it felt fitting to have a last pint with my eldest in the CASA Club – a place that is charitable trust set up by the dockers during the strike. A packed Friday night, the club is in the middle of town with walls plastered with trade union history. As well as the bar, it has a spacious hall used from everything from theatre to weddings and an advice centre supporting some of the most marginalised people.

I left Liverpool full to the brim of these amazing projects and people and ready for Sloughs biggest game of the season. The build up and the game and then the after party with a Madness cover band, didn’t disappoint and once again the FA Cup is sprinkling its magic.

I count Slough Town as one of those amazing organisations making a massive difference to their communities. Its like an unstoppable juggernaut with so many fingers in so many pies. Its easy to forget that it’s just 9 years since we moved to Arbour Park, after being a homeless basket case for 14 long years. I think this FA Cup journey with all its rich rewards – not just money in the bank, but memories and exposure – will help turbo charge the club and help support its ambitions not just on the pitch but off it.

A massive shot in the arm financially and who knows what next to get Slough Town dreaming. That’s definitely worth shedding a tear or two for.