With our original plans thrown into disarray by the lack of a referee at Talysarn, it was a case of any port in a storm at 1-30pm on Saturday. Luckily, Llanllyfni is no more than a couple of miles from Talysarn and arriving at 1-40 it was good to see both teams out warming up for the 2pm KO.Ths is one of those grounds that you'd struggle to find if it wan't a match day. The goals, pitch perimeter fence, dugouts & advertising boards (banners to be precise) all disappear once the game is over, leaving an open field behind the village hall. However, with everything set up, it feels very much like a proper venue, the only thing it lacks is cover.
Another site, now moved, called "Extreme Groundhopping" lists the grounds visited by the author so far - Arsenal's Emirates and Bolton's Reebok joined by Brantham Athletic (they play at a Social Club of the same name, and I've never heard of them), and Norwich United (played within the Ridgeons League Premier Division).
Everything in life collects its obsessives. Ale festivals are great for this, one table always reserved for the men of a certain vintage exchanging tour anecdotes like society-ball veterans transported from another age in anoraks and t-shirts. "Selbeh 92, 'member that, eh? Nowt like that any more, Grimsby last year being an exception, of course!"
Train spotting, it almost goes without saying, has the same effect upon men (though, and this is absolutely true, on the train from Wigan one afternoon I spotted a man and woman sat around a picnic-table at the side of Platform 4. Romance, right there).
The groundhopper is distinctly, absolutely, completely British. It's the very best of the eccentric and the obsessive, the man who makes lists, the woman who always puts clothes in order of colour. We've all heard of "doing the 92", a creditable trophy to chase for any football fan, which requires the committed individuals involved to watch a full game at every one for the ninety-two League stadia. (There is a very good dedicated website, soon to be updated for the coming season). As it happens, there may be purists who are shaking their head at this slap-dash explanation. Just watch the game? What about having to buy a programme? What about doing it in alphabetical order? Of postcodes?
Despite being a hobby, ostensibly, the ''rules'' pervade the whole groundhopping community. Ever heard of stamp collectors who tend not to accept British definitives or anything from WH Smith starterpacks? Then we're in the same arena here.
The question on rules was asked on the Non League Matters forum. It's worth only enjoying this reply in all its glory;
To watch a game, you should be there from start to end, including extra time if played. (Note, Should, not Must).
For example, different people have different ideas of what to do if they miss the start, maybe due to circumstances beyond their control. This is always a potential problem on long trips.
Some will not go without a programme, or without a pasty crimp or whatever.
Some make detailed accounts of players, goal scorers, even perhaps numbers of corners - others would not be able to tell you the score if you ask 7 days after the game.
I think everyone keeps some sort of record, although I know some that are trying to create records from memory, having not kept them from the start of their football watching. [I am lucky in that from the first time I watched a match and decided this was for me, I actually kept a list of the games seen - although some friendlies were not on the list, and a match at Barking which my grandfather had taken me to some years previously was not recorded]
So talk to other hoppers at games, exchange views on here - make up your own mind and then be true to yourself, (no one else is counting for you
Yes, that's right, an earlier poster was concerned by the sale of pies or burgers for a groundhop to "count". We're in dangerous territory, folks.
(You would be, in very enjoyable territory as I understand it, if you watch a game at Devon where burgers are of such massive consistency that the use of excessive tomato ketchup is recommended as otherwise the mouth would almost run out of saliva).
Accusations of 'not being proper fans' are thrown at groundhops as though some of the mud will stick. It's bizarre to think such finger-pointing could have any validity; there's enough struggle to deal with the hypnotised SKY brigade, for whom football exists for glitz, glamour and the top 10 Premier League places. Groundhoppers may not have a single team of their own to follow, though why should this be considered a handicap? Hobbies breed snobs, true, and it's true on both sides. It can lead to awkward conversations with potential future fathers-in-law. ("Don't have a team, eh? Poofter, hmm? One of those give votes to black disabled lesbians, I suppose?")
I have experienced two different extremes of the groundhop within the British Isles, from the extreme of walking 30 minutes down the road to Irongate (home of Bamber Bridge, which is not called the QED stadium for God's sake...), right to the train-bus-Metro-unintended-overnight-stay-in-Newcastle weekend to watch the FA Cup Qualifier between Burscough and Howden. All fans should have at least one nightmare away trip story, after all.
The groundhop status taps into an argument right at the core of the non-league game. Notwithstanding notable exceptions - most Blue Square Premier sides, AFC Halifax, FC United of Manchester - crowd sizes can be very small, and rather quiet. Messageboards and forums hum to the sound of perennial questions - does non league football even count? How low down the pyramid is acceptable? What's the widely held distinction between teams playing Sunday kickabouts on the park and Suffolk County games?
My opinion has always been open minded, perhaps over-romantacisesd. There is a moment of the Saturday afternoon, in my way of thinking, when hundreds of referees across the country blow whistles in unison, momentarily and fleetingly uniting all the levels of football as one, before the differences blossom again and all games return to their rightful place in the strata. At one broadbrush level, there's little difference between the very highest and most low of games, though only somebody so deep in denial that they hold an Egyptian passport would argue that the playing fields genuinely are level. Sadly the anorak tendency within non league has allowed the inverse snobbery to build within otherwise genial fanbases. Yes, the 'culture' amongst some lower league sides is at the opposite side of the Premier League glitz and glamour. That perhaps is the whole point, and should not be the measure by which some fans decide validity of support amongst others.
For groundhopping, my rules are fairly straight forward. Enjoy yourself. It's a game of football, the significance of which should not override the more important specifics, such as roundly criticising the rightback with the acceleration of a mobility scooter and suggesting the liner closest to you enjoys extra-curricular activities with someone other than his wife. Taking a month out of supporting your team - I don't recommend this often - to take in five or six complete unknowns in new stadia could be just the break you need (that is, if you're an Aston Villa fan not otherwise in need of education). If there's any judgemental element to this, it's unfortunate and it's human nature. Different strengths can be found all over the stands and terraces, it's unfortunate that the mud sticks strongest below the League line.
So let's just shake off all the complexities here. There's only a month before the season starts, and that means it's time enough to plan fantasy football teams, train journeys to far-flung away games, and ensure everyone knows not to purchase pies from Altrincham....