Goodbye to Boleyn
Bernard Porter
I bought a black eye-patch (I’ve just had an eye operation) to frighten off any Man United hooligans at West Ham’s ‘farewell’ match at the Boleyn Ground last night. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried about them. It was ours who spoiled the day - attacking the Man U bus with bottles as it drove into the ground. West Ham's co-chairman - the ex-pornographer David Sullivan, brought up as it happens in the same East London suburb as I was - blamed the visitors for being late. (He’s since retracted.) My son and I didn’t see any of the violence, and only learned of it as we were leaving, through a cordon of riot police. The game had had been a wonderful occasion, and - almost incidentally - a terrific match: 1-0, 1-1, 1-2, 2-2, then 3-2 to the Irons. Joy was unconfined. Until we got out. As so often, it is the hooliganism that has made the headlines.
West Ham has always been known as an - even the - ‘academy’ of skilful and clean football; the legacy of the late, great and good Ron Greenwood, in the era when those dour cheating thugs of Leeds United were winning everything. But the Hammers’ supporters include a group who style themselves the ‘Inter City Firm’, whose passionate rivalry with the equally violent and racist ‘Millwall Bushwhackers’ - slogan: 'Everyone hates us and we don’t care’ - can be bloody. (Luckily West Ham and Millwall are in different divisions just now.)
Last night’s match was the Irons' last at Upton Park before they move to the Olympic Stadium in Stratford, which, among other things, is far more approachable by bus. One of the sparks last night was the difficulty the Man United coach had threading its way along narrow Green Street, through crowds of supporters, to the ground. (It would have helped if they’d planned to arrive earlier. I got there in good time, and I came all the way from Hull.)
The Boleyn Ground is cramped: not only its environs, but the ground itself. Its capacity is only about 35,000, small for a top club these days. It has huge attractions for those who can get in: from the front rows you can touch the players, and the atmosphere is intense. The walk from Upton Park Underground station to the ground passes between small terrace houses, many of them turned into chippies and pie and eel cafes, which make walking along it an olfactory as well as a visual and aural delight. It’s a journey into the past, and into my own past. I shall miss it terribly. I’ve supported West Ham for 60 years.
It isn't only the cramped approach to the Boleyn Ground that has sealed its fate. It’s the commercialisation of football generally. Originally a working-class game, well suited to the sort of venue the Boleyn Ground occupies now, it has been bought up by the capitalists in order to exploit it. In parallel with this, there is the gentrification of the East End of London, pushing up the monetary value of West Ham’s present real estate, which is very unlikely to be used in a way that will benefit the typical East Ender: with genuinely affordable housing, for example.
And so the capitalist juggernaut rolls on, the Boleyn Ground its latest victim. It may be worth the move to Stratford if it prevents scenes in the streets like last night’s. But the warmth and comradeship and humour and smell of frying onions may not be there either. We’ll all be too far from the play, with a wall of capital between us and it.
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Revie himself faced numerous allegations of seeking to bribe opponents right from the start of days at Leeds.
Dour cheating thugs seems fair comment.
Leicester City's recent victory feels like the cynical forces in professional football have, if only temporarily and apparently, been defeated. A similar feeling was present among football fans when Chelsea beat Leeds in the FA Cup in 1970.
There's a much better tale regarding Revie and his team, which gets lost in all the 'Dirty Leeds' received wisdom. How was it that such an exceptionally talented team won comparatively so little, including failing to win the European Cup? Leeds supporters would tell you that they were cheated out of numerous prizes, when really only the 1973 European Cup Winners Cup final falls squarely in that category. The bizarre failings of the referee in Paris in 1975 were of a different order, as was when the Football League insisted that a game in which Leeds could have sealed the double be played 48 hours after Leeds appearance in the FA Cup Final. But more than that, it's the effect on the team of Don Revie; having assembled a once-in-a-generation team at a club that had previously achieved nothing at all, he repeatedly brought them to the verge of winning multiple trophies in the same season, only for them to fail again and again in their final matches. Rarely could it be said that they were the poorer team in the crucial games they lost , bar Celtic in 1970, but the fact they failed at the last so often must surely point to some defect in Revie’s management. A flawed leader, then, rather than a cheat, but that’s lost due to the received wisdom surrounding Leeds. Maybe somebody should write a proper study of Revie, rather than hagiographies of the likes of Brian Clough, whose homophobic bullying of John Fashanu is now forgotten, marvelling as we must at his troubled genius.
I too was heartened by Leicester's triumph, but it could easily have spun in a different way had the media chosen, owned as they are by billionaire one-percenters from Thailand, famously among the world's more corrupt and unequal economies, and with their talismanic striker having a history of violent conduct and racist behaviour.
History is a set of fables agreed upon.
Agreed about the film, even Alan 'Sniffer' Clarke lauded Michael Sheen's astonishing performance as the great Brian Clough, Revie's nemesis.
Oh, as usual the actors playing the footballers were the false note, each at least 10 years too old and a stone overweight.
No-one likes us
No-one likes us
No-one likes us
We are Millwall,
We don't care
Incidentally, as well as the shame of having Carroll up front West Ham are managed by Slaven Bilic, who committed one of the worst bits of cheating ever - in a World Cup semifinal no less. Its on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJa1dvEjBfg
Despite the criticism of the "capitalist juggernaut", this post reinforces that industry with its eulogisation of the team of the 60s (who usually finished in the bottom half of the table) and the habitual denigration of Revie's Leeds (who were no more thuggish than many teams of the era and considerably more skillfull).
By the way, the "academy of skilful and clean football" is now led from the front by Andy Carroll.
In fact while the Leeds team was considerably more thuggish than most, they were unusually cynical, that was what especially got people and why Clough hated Revie.
I'm confining my football supporting to the Ryman League these days, (and not that hipster haunt Dulwich Hamlet either) and will happily call up a plague upon all of West Ham - Taxpayers' FC - Millwall and Nasty Leeds.
I have been to my mate's in New Cross today from Camberwell, a journey of a mile and a bit, to see Millwall handsomely beat Bradford in their first play-off leg. He has Sky. I am tempted to find the money to attend the second leg in person, even offer my services.
And today a Manchester United game was called off because of a bomb planted by global terrorists - but of which brand? West Ham is now a global brand. So is IS, ISIS and all the rest.
It is true that the demise of pubs and football grounds has something to do with the ever-quickening whirl of global capitalism. My feeling, too, is that communal spirit is dying out along with those who can remember the Second World War and its aftermath.
I'm not sure what I'm saying, really. But buy me a pint and I'll tell you more.