(This article was originally published in the WFC Programme
in the 2001-02 season. It has not been changed, and may no longer be fully
up-to date)
I’ve always felt pretty good about our reputation
as Worthing fans. After all, we’re one of the better-supported teams
in our division, and take a decent crowd away with us (at least 15-20,
sometimes around 50-60 plus), at least compared to the majority of teams
who visit us. Not only are we respectable in numbers, we are a broad church:
there is a wide breadth of ages on the terraces (and our travelling support
must be one of the youngest in the league), and a good ratio of female
fans, not to mention the colourful tapestry of league club shirts that
can be seen at Woodside on matchday.
So, I went into this season comfortable with our “standing”
as fans of good repute, at least until the Saturday before the Brighton
friendly in July, when I took up an invitation to attend the Maidenhead
Utd vs Reading friendly. Back in April 2000, on Tartan Army manoeuvres
in the Netherlands, a fellow Scotsman had asked me where Netley Abbey
was (as per my “Netley Abbey Tartan Army” T-Shirt), and this
circuitously led to a discussion about southeast England, and Maidenhead
United’s promotion chances (us having blown ours by losing 1-0 to
Bognor that very Monday!). A chance email months later led to an invite
to go along and see the Magpies kick-off the pre-season, so up to Berkshire
Helen and I went, wearing my Worthing shirt to aid recognition (and to
show off that we had a Nike kit!).
Although Maidenhead’s attendances, even in the Premier,
are usually lower than ours they do have a tightly-knitted “hardcore”
of support, who all know each other on a first name basis, and most of
whom were introduced to me. The same question was asked each time –
“Do you know Nobby?”. Apparently, the last time Maidenhead
had been to Woodside on a Saturday, they were shocked at the rudeness
of the fans (compared to Bognor, who are apparently one of the friendlier
supports – we must see their bad side!), and one in particular,
calling himself Nobby, who wanted to fight them! Now, all of this must
have been before my time, as I’ve never heard of Nobby, however
it did get me questioning whether we truly can be considered friendly
fans.
Now, coming from a Tartan Army perspective, where a great
deal of emphasis is placed on making a good impression and having a good
time with the locals, it occurred to me that Worthing fans, even away
from home, were pretty much the silent majority. And so it came to be
that a few of us decided to try our utmost to improve our reputation with
other clubs fans, in this final season of Division One as we know it.
One yard-stick of this can be seen on internet at the Rebels’ Unofficial
message board (http://worthingfc.proboards.com/), where several fans of
other clubs (such as Harlow and Carshalton recently) can discuss issues
such as decent pubs and player moves without the abuse that would have
been seen in seasons past. Another is the issue of singing – this
is used by others to judge us as fans more than many would think.
The singing started at Harlow, although pretty much petered
out until the Staines away trip, the first of this season’s legendary
“Train Trips”. Despite going 3-0 down in the first 25 minutes,
those fans foolish enough to stand behind the goal carried on singing
with good humour (with classics such as “4-3, we’re gonna
win 4-3”, and “We’ll support you up to four”),
only to be complimented by the home fans on their optimism at half-time
(well, it was 3-3 by then). Interestingly, this particular ground also
saw the debut of the “Horse” last season (when we were playing
Walton & Herhsam).
Since then more and more of the fans have done their best
to keep the atmosphere going, resulting in a rousing send-off for Sammy
after the Windsor & Eton game (where even the half-way line “Bus
Stop” was joining in). The crowd at Westfield (where Worthing fans
made up over half the 187 present – not bad for a 100 mile round
trip to a muddy paddock!) were treated to the sight of a 4-foot inflatable
penguin and a first-half avalanche of rocket balloons, not to mention
the cacophony of hooters, sirens and singing that greeted each one of
our three goals. Even a December Tuesday night visit to Yeading brought
a two-thirds majority of Worthing fans, and another compliment (this time
via email from a Club Official) on the good humour and behaviour of the
travelling fans.
In between all this, a delegation of Rebels fans up at
Bedford for the trophy defeat found themselves invited into the hospitality
area afterwards for complimentary drinks because the home fans “liked
the big flag”. This is a particular area where we fall short on
– supporter hospitality – partly due to the two-bar set-up,
and partly due to our suspicion of away fans - lets not be afraid to chat
to the visiting fans, share a table with them and ask them how their season
is going.
So, it would seem as though the corner has been turned
in terms of supporter public relations – so let’s keep it
going. At the end of the day, we all go to football to enjoy ourselves,
typically by hoping that our team wins. What better way to compliment
that traditional route to satisfaction by making a fool of ourselves along
the way? And even if we don’t win, it can take the sting out of
the defeat (Staines was one of my most enjoyable away trips, despite us
eventually losing 4-3) – everyone laughs at the Tartan Army’s
antics as simply away of deflecting attention from how bad the Scottish
team actually is, but, if we’re enjoying ourselves, what the hell?
So, if you want to join in, come and bring your air-horns,
hooters, duck whistles, penguins and kazoos behind the goal, learn the
words to the songs, don’t ask why we sing about a horse and just
join in. You never know, you might enjoy it!
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