Castellammare-by-the-Sea (Juve Stabia)

Holiday football watching can be a nervy affair, usually booked months in advance and ahead of fixture releases. So I was sweating on the release of Lega Pro fixtures to see if Sorrento would be at home while I was there. Clicking expectantly on the link, dammit away to Pavia, how about Nocerina? Away too! Come on San Vito Positano, nope away as well. Then I remembered a side from the Bay of Naples that seemed to be punching way above their weight in Serie B, Juve Stabia, they can’t be that far away from Sorrento? Joy of Joys home to Livorno! I was sorted, or was I? Livorno, had to answer match fixing charges yet, what would be the outcome? Livorno, guilty, demoted! Did that leave Juve without a game??? Huge sigh of relief when the fixtures were rejigged and Juve were paired that weekend with Vicenza.

So Sunday lunchtime I bounded on to a creaky, graffiti covered train at Sorrento heading east on the Circumvesuviana line to Castellammare di Stabia, or more precisely the station of Via Nocera a short walk from the Romeo Menti stadium.

Arriving two hours before the 3pm kick off, a match ticket was secured for the princely sum of 38 Euros, following the close scrutiny of my passport and exhaustive database searches for any misdemeanours.

My mind assured I was now getting into the game, my stomach needed sustenance and locating a pizzeria nearby a hearty slice of salami and chip pizza made me chuckle as I cast my mind back to my home town in south Essex where such estuarine cuisine could be more reasonably expected than in Campagna, home of fine Neapolitan dining.

Next on the pre match ritual was securing a programme and other assorted souvenirs. No programme sellers to be found anywhere, surely a Serie B side issued? I manfully strode into an Ultras bar, to be greeted with one of those everybody falling silent moments. I studied mementoes on the wall briefly when a large, swarthy man addressed me in Italian. My Italian is limited especially the rat-a-tat Southern dialect, however a brief discussion ensued and I was informed that the club no longer issued programmes but clearly they were taking to me and another Ultra provided me with back copies from last season. Before I left the big man who was still staggered an Englishman wanted to see his team, said in faltering English “You’re not supporting Vicenza are you”, to which I hastily replied, “I am from the South of England I would never follow a Northern team”. The right words clearly as I left with pats on the back and considerable bonhomie. The Southern Italians undoubtedly view everything from Rome and above as a foreign land. There were no other official souvenirs of any sort available so I satiated my nerdism with a risky purchase from a street hawker. Now quite possibly the lamest pennant in my collection, clearly unofficial and free water damage to the top corner, mine for only five euros. Well when in Castellammare!

After snapping the superb fan graffiti around the neighbouring streets I was into the stadium. What looked like being a paltry crowd as kick off approached suddenly swelled as the Curva Sud was flooded with Ultras, large flags aloft and loud chanting. Two Ultra leaders climbed the security fence, one with a loudspeaker, to orchestrate the masses while seeing no part of the game themselves. A red flare welcomed the players to the pitch as surprising fervour mounted. Surprising as Juve had been soundly beaten in their opening two fixtures and but for cheating clubs with points deductions they propped up the fledgling table.

Vicenza opened the stronger and with Gianvito Plasmati they had the archetypal Italian centre forward, flowing locks and theatrics the great master Inzaghi would have been proud of. There was no real surprise when Dominique Malonga, a nimble foil to Plasmati, opened the scoring on eight minutes with a deft shot that beat Seculin in the home goal with ease. However, gritty Stabia dug in and popular centre back Gennero Scognamiglio powered in a header from a set piece ten minutes later.

The second half saw the home side batter the visitors but a winning strike did not materialise and the Stabiese behind the goal had to be content with a first point of the season. Their support and noise throughout the entire game merited much more.

Final point to note that in my long football watching career, this is the first professional match I can ever recall where there was not a single visiting supporter present.

Juve Stabia (1) 1 (Scognamiglio 18) Vicenza (1) 1 (Malonga 8)

Attendance: 2,507

Juve Stabia: 22.Andrea Seculin; 2.Gael Genevier;3.Antonio Zito;6.Gennaro Scognamiglio; 17.Donovan Maury(c);8.Adriano Mezavilla;7.Horacio Erpen;19.Stefano Dicuonzo;25.Ivano Baldanzeddu;9.Salvatore Bruno;11.Jerry Mbakogu.

Subs:1.Timothy Nocchi;4.Daniel Agyei;10.Fabio Caserta (on for 11,71mins); 15.Alessandro Vinci (on for 19,72 mins);16.Riccardo Improta; 27.Manuel Acosty (on for 7,60 mins);28.Michele Murdo.

Vicenza: 1.Carlo Pinsoglio;2.Gianvito Misuraca;3.Nicolo Brighenti;5.Daniele Martinelli (c);6.Marco Pisano;8.Mattia Mustacchio;16.Alex Pinardi;21.Luca Castiglia; 27.Luca Di Matteo;19.Dominique Malonga;28.Gianvito Plasmati

Subs:4.Manuel Giandonato(on for 16,88 mins);10.Stefano Giacomelli (on for 28,78 mins);11.Pasquale Maiorino;12.Achille Coser;13.Nicola Giani (on for 3,56 mins);18.Alessandro Camisa;26.Matteo Gentili.

Yellow Cards: Mustacchio, Castiglia, Di Matteo and Plasmati (all Vicenza)

GALLERY

Match poster

Fan Graffiti – “The Wasps”

Fan Graffiti

The dedication to Romeo Menti, ex Juve Stabia and Torino player killed in the Superga air crash

Flag stash

The main stand at the Romeo Menti

The Curva Sud in fine voice

Worst Shrimper Poll

A tweet about one time worthless loanee Jabo Ibhere moving to our county rivals lead to a mass discussion about the wretched and undeserving footballers who had pulled on a hallowed Blues shirt. This lead to a hasty poll conducted on the Friday evening. The ire and rancour that some supporters hold players in was most entertaining!

Sample Tweets:

“Gordon Connelly – The anti-footballer!”

“Nuts, forgot about the N’Diaye’s!”

“Dubbers was awful”

“Ricketts not being in the top 5 is a travesty”

“Jedi Buffoon”

“You fools, Big Bad Barry Conlon by far the worst player in an SUFC shirt”

“Benji! What kind of mental people have been voting?”

“Blair isn’t even the worst managers son to play for us”

“This game is depressing me”

Voters were asked for their worst five in descending order, 1st place being awarded five points and 2nd four points and so on. Poll closed at 9pm and votes calculated and sorted on the the following ranks:

1) Total points accumaulated

2) Number of votes accrued

3) Number of maximum scores accrued

This ensured the minimisation of mass ties. Four voters only voted for their worst player so these were given the top mark of five. One voter voted for one player (Gordon Connelly) in all five rankings scoring 15 points and slightly skewing the final result.

The Final Scores

    Points
1 Chris Ramsey 39
2 Richard Young 19
3 Gordon Connelly 18
4 Eric Steele 17
5 Blair Sturrock 15
6 Sada N’Diaye 15
7 Jeroen Boere 11
8 Peter Gilbert 10
9 Rio Alderton 10
10 Steve Hatter 10
11 Jason Harris 9
12 Michael Ricketts 8
13 Mark Prudhoe 8
14 Mario Walsh 7
15 Ian Benjamin 7
16 Carl Emberson 6
17 Neville Roach 6
18 Dean Holness 6
19 Neville Southall 6
20 Gary Jones 5
21= Allasane N’Diaye 5
  Elliot Benyon 5
  George Parris 5
  Keith Dublin 5
  Mike Angus 5
  Peter Beadle 5
  Simon Livett 5
  Tommy Black 5
29 Trevor Whymark 4
30= Andy Harris 4
  Jean-Yves Mvoto 4
  Jim Stannard 4
  Lewis Hunt 4
  Luke Prosser 4
  Marek Szmid 4
  Tom Jordan 4
  Trevor Fitzpatrick 4
38= Andy Thomson 3
  Damien Scannell 3
  Dominic Iorfa 3
  Ian Joyce 3
  Ian Selley 3
  Scott Vernon 3
  Tony Richards 3
45= Barry Conlon 2
  Danny Maye 2
  David Roche 2
  Richie Foran 2
49= Barrington Belgrave 1
  Carl Beeston  1
  Danny Webb 1
  Francisco Cagigao 1
  Jabo Ibehre 1
  Louis Soares 1
  Neil Tolson 1
  Paul Roberts 1
  Phil Whelan 1
  Rob Newman 1

A bit of fun I am sure will agree, lets get behind the current crop and as always “Forza Azzuri!”

Time Travelling at the Stockholms Stadion (Djurgårdens IF)

Simon Inglis’ epic tome on European football grounds had long made me hanker after seeing a game at the Stockholms Stadion, venue for the 1912 Olympiad. It’s been the long held thesis that athletics tracks should not and cannot be enjoyed as a football venue. As with most things in life there is an exception to every rule and this venue knocks holes in that theory big time.

Designed by architect Torben Grut, this fine venue with crenulated roofs, flag poles galore, tented royal box and carved roof supports is little changed a century after it’s inauguration. However, the footballing future, at least, of the Stockholms Stadion looks uncertain as the resident club, Djurgården IF, decamp to the new Stockholm Arena with Hammarby at the end of the 2012 season. With AIK taken up residency in the new national stadium it means that in one season the Söderstadion, the Råsunda and the Stockholms will be lost to football.

Arriving at the stadium is easy, tunnelbana to the simply titled Stadion station gets you in the mood, proudly displaying a 1912 Olympics poster and the crests of the resident clubs past and present.

The stadium greets you with a retro board advertising the latest Allsvenskan clash for the home club against Gothenburg based BK Häcken. A circumvention of the exterior is a must to fully appreciate the workmanship in this construction. Tall towers in the corners, two with roof mounted floodlights, statues of athletes contorting in Olympian performance, weather vanes, ostentatious lamps and vintage turnstiles. The Stockholms Stadion has it all.

Armed with a free programme I take my place in section O a few sections away from the flag waving Ultras. The seats are numbing wooden planks but I don’t care as the full beauty of this stadium grabs me. It’s a rare and true beauty that can only be obtained from the patina of old age.

On the field Djurgården are little match for their title chasing visitors and Häcken stroll to a comfortable 3-0 win in front of 5,594 people.

If this season is to be the last for football in this grand old stadium then it is a truly sad time, but I am glad to have seen a game in one of my all time favourite venues.

(First published with extended gallery by In Bed With Maradona)

Djurgården IF (0)0 BK Häcken (1) 3 (Anklev 35,Williams 54,Majeed 82)

Attendance:5,594

DIF:12.Kenneth Hohe;6.Peter Nymann;20.Andreas Dahlen;2.Joona Toivo(c); 13.Emil Bergstrom;5.Petter Gustafsson;11.Daniel Sjolund;16.Kasper Hamalainen;31.Simon Tibbling;8.James Keene;10.Erton Fejzullahu.

Subs:4.Yussid Chisbah;15.Brian Span (on for 8,86 mins);23.Tommi Vaiho; 24.Daniel Jarl;25.Sebastian Rajalakso(on for 5,54 mins);27.Kennedy Igboananike (on for 31,67 mins);28.Alhaji Kamara.

Häcken:1.Christoffer Kallqvist;6.David Frolund;15.Kari Arkivno;4.Mohammed Ali Khan(c);12.Oscar Lewicki;5.Emil Wahlstrom;14.Martin Ericsson;18.Waris Majeed;17.Bjorn Anklev;9.Dioh Williams;24.Rene Makondele.

Subs:7.Jonas Bjurstrom;8.Josef Elvby(on for 24,86 mins);16.Tibor Joza; 19.Leonard Zuta;20.Dominic Chatto(on for 5,11 mins);26.Damir Mehic; 41.Nasiru Mohammed(on for 9,77 mins)

Yellow cards: Sjolund, Keene (DIF); Chatto (Häcken)

GALLERY:

Arriving at Stadion station by Tunnelbana

1912 Olympic poster

Pointing the way to Djurgården IF and the Stadion

Match Board

The entrance

The main stand and royal box

Southend United Managers

League games only, until the end of the 2011/12 campaign. Points changed to three for a win under Dave Smith’s reign in 1982/83. Ratio is calculated as number of points accummulated against the number available.

    P W D L F A PTS Ratio
1 STEVE THOMPSON 14 8 2 4 22 14 26 64.3%
2 BARRY FRY 27 14 5 8 44 33 47 61.1%
3 DAVID WEBB 217 97 48 72 294 245 324 55.8%
4 DAVE SMITH 322 132 90 100 430 338 387 54.9%
5 BOB JACK 122 53 27 42 208 183 133 54.5%
6 EDDIE PERRY 155 64 34 59 271 239 162 52.9%
7 ERNIE SHEPHERD 119 46 32 41 181 167 124 52.1%
8 HARRY WARREN 444 174 115 155 705 627 463 52.1%
9 PAUL STURROCK 96 41 25 30 139 104 148 51.3%
10 NED LIDDELL 42 13 17 12 46 48 43 51.2%
11 JOE BRADSHAW 139 55 30 54 221 194 140 50.4%
12 ARTHUR ROWLEY 288 102 83 103 388 381 287 49.8%
13 ALVAN WILLIAMS 86 36 12 38 118 128 84 48.8%
14 TED FENTON 184 65 49 70 281 292 179 48.6%
15 TED BIRNIE 521 199 109 213 807 849 507 48.6%
16 PAUL CLARK 99 35 26 38 130 150 131 48.4%
17 STEVE TILSON 304 118 77 109 400 389 431 47.3%
18 ALAN LITTLE 64 21 17 26 73 80 59 46.1%
19 DAVID JACK 210 72 49 89 335 303 193 45.9%
20 ROB NEWMAN 74 26 14 34 81 94 66 44.6%
21 BOBBY MOORE 109 35 26 48 147 175 131 44.1%
22 FRANK BROOME 37 11 10 16 51 64 32 43.2%
23 GEOFF HUDSON 13 4 3 6 18 23 11 42.3%
24 RONNIE WHELAN 92 23 29 40 94 147 98 40.7%
25 TOM MATHER 67 19 15 33 87 102 53 39.5%
26 COLIN MURPHY 38 9 12 17 44 53 39 39.4%
27 ALVIN MARTIN 83 22 20 41 89 129 86 38.5%
28 PETER TAYLOR 59 17 10 32 61 104 61 37.2%
29 PETER MORRIS 29 6 9 14 35 51 27 36.2%
30 GEORGE MOLYNEUX 25 5 6 14 22 47 16 32.0%
31 STEVE WIGNALL 21 5 3 13 18 30 13 30.9%
32 DICK BATE 8 0 2 6 11 28 2 12.5%