The Changing Man

Well, if we only learned one thing from Ben Boycott’s first (seemingly of two) statement, at least we know who is in charge. Blessedly, there was much more to digest and learn than who makes the decisions but the unequivocal nature of the way Boycott spelled his intentions out let everyone know that he’s now in sole charge at the Football Club.

The circus has a new ringmaster folks and the clowns risk being fed to the lions.

In terms of content, Boycott gave plenty of indications of what is to come. Whether you take the sections around strategy and future plans at face value or wait to see the proof of the pudding is a choice we all have but openly publishing the basis of a vision feels pretty much like a decent step forward for this club. There are things missing that aren’t directly linked to the playing side of the club such as the sharp price increases, site development, commercial strategy and board structure but hopefully some of these will be referenced in part two of Ben’s communication.   

Refreshingly there was also plenty of reflection, honesty, acknowledgment of past failure and ownership of issues. Being fair, Leigh Pomlett was always open and transparent with his summation of events and looked to communicate regularly, but much of what Boycott published was/is new ground. Even as a summary, the statement contained more detail than I can previously recall.   

I also felt that the more opinionated and inherently personal parts of the letter added flavour and a transparency to the information provided. And the opinions included were often really telling.

“It starts with me personally looking in the mirror, asking what has been going on at the club, asking what mistakes I myself have made and what mistakes the club has made, and asking how it is going to be different going forward.” is arguably the most self-critical sentence to come out of the football club in decades.

Blaming poor luck, however, is cheap and weak. The poor luck turned into a losing habit, which was allowed to snowball into the demise of a once-promising season.” is another brutally straightforward comment that I don’t feel would have seen the light of a club statement pre-Pomlett.

Similarly, “We need to understand why and make strategic changes as we make this critical next decision” is as fundamentally transparent as an acceptance of systemic failure and the need to change gets.

Boycott’s public admission of inner searching, his willingness to be seen being vulnerable and what was essentially a recognition of a season failure is so far removed from the past it’s almost difficult to comprehend. The suggestion that if you don’t like it, then do one to Luton or Bournemouth or Rotherham doesn’t really feel like it’s from a different era, because it feels more like from a different galaxy. If there was any doubt that this is a different time, then the personal aspects and opinions within this letter spell it out as clear as it’s possible to do so. Evidently, Boycott understands that trust and respect is hard earned and easily lost.

What also feels like something entirely fresh is the open publication of a strategy. For too long this football club has given the manager the keys to the first team and hoped they could drive. Dean Smith was the last appointment that could be considered successful and that was more than thirteen years ago. The new appointment will be our eighth attempt at trying to find a manager who can take us forward since Smith failed to finish the job he’d started.

Boycott’s reference to not taking the easy way out by laying the sole blame at the manager’s door is the first of many welcome indicators around this issue. It is abundantly clear from the seven managerial casualties since December 2015 and the continued lack of progress on the pitch that the issues that have stopped the football club achieving the results and league position it is capable of run far deeper than the choice of manager(s). In appointing men that are League 2 course and distance proven, the local lad, the known quantity, the internal promotion or the experienced pro with experience of developing young players it could be argued we’ve tried sailing every type of managerial ship in order to find calmer waters. All have been found with their vessels listing amongst the rocks.

On the day Michael Flynn was appointed I tweeted that should he fail, we could be sure that the issue wasn’t the manager and I stand by that. The fact that Swindon acted so decisively once Flynn became available should also be telling. By their actions, they’ve completely discounted Flynn’s record here, just as Burslem Carol chose to do with Clarke. Both Vale and Swindon appear to have overlooked the lack of progress that their identified men made here, which arguably suggests that they felt it was the club rather than the manager that was the issue. I sense that Boycott has also recognised this. His reference to eight managers in eight years and the need for strategic changes suggest that after 12 months of listening and learning he has identified what he thinks are the issues.  

Albert Einstein famously said that “the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” This is mirrored in Boycott’s reference to identifying “the singular individual who is the right fit for that moment, and empower them to implement their process, their style of play, their staff, and their playing squad to get the formula just right. When that hasn’t worked in one situation or another, we’ve terminated the manager, hired a new one, and gone again.”

Boycott and his partners are no fools, their investment in a football club with little assets and competing on a different continent suggests plenty of ambition and a strong competitive streak to untap the potential they believes that they have identified. There would have been plenty of softer challenges much closer to home. Some will rightly question why Walsall and what is the pay back, and in truth that hasn’t really been fully answered but the only way Boycott and Trivela get a worthwhile payback on their investment is to improve us and move us forward. That will involve taking a lot of tough decisions and getting most of them right. Evolution or revolution? Both involve risk.

And so to the Trivela vision, the meat and potatoes of this communication.

We’ll be working with a fresh plan and a fresh vision from here on. I believe in building a structure, a system, and a culture where a manager can come in if (and only if) they fit that strategy, and be a part of our building process.

There are things in here that Boycott doesn’t say that are probably as important as the things he does. Despite the record of 1 win in 21 and absolute loss of any recognisable playing style the parting of ways with Flynn and Hatswell wasn’t universally expected. Continuity and particularly getting to that 3rd transfer window felt important and worth the patience to many. It’s worth noting that Flynn’s much heralded and welcomed arrival did come at the cost of a Director of Football. Jamie Fullarton might not have been the right appointment but it that doesn’t mean that the creation of the position was a poor idea, and it seems from Boycott’s letter that this is the intended direction of travel. Whether they gave Flynn the option of working this way or simply decided that he wouldn’t or couldn’t, the structure where the manager is no longer in complete charge of the football club could well have been as much of a breaking point as our desperate run of results since the Leicester cup tie. I really don’t underestimate the power of the (and only if) in the quote above.

Selecting a manager to fit into what the club wants, rather than the club sacrificing parts of itself to fit into what a manager wants to be seems so blatantly obvious to me. As the bookmaker bingo got into full swing and names shortened an anyone who’s used Hilton Park Services in the last few weeks, the club appears to have positively used the time that Mat Sadler has taken the reins, rightly stepping back and reviewing requirements rather than racing towards another poor appointment.

Finally, blessedly, the plan is more significant than the man.

And I really do like the plan. Coincidentally, I asked a couple of friends at the last home game (before this letter) to tell me something positive that the football side of this club currently does well. The silence and subsequent shrugging of shoulders was deafening. Have a think yourselves – in terms of the football side of the club, what do we do well? What do you see that others might want to replicate? The list isn’t all that long.

I’ve also long bemoaned the lack of identity that the football club and in particular the first team have, so the reference to a clear playing identity was great to see. It is really important. As was reference for our core values as a club – Service, Discipline, Excellence and Ambition. These, in reality, should be at the heart of any professional sports organisation but saying and doing are fundamentally different processes. Whilst not directly related to what happens on the pitch, what part of the Poundland Bescot Stadium experience has felt like excellence in the past decade? If you can’t get toilets, catering or stadium access right, what chance of you got of building a solid football infrastructure?

The constant change of manager also increases and empowers the prioritisation of short-term thinking. Of our last five managers, only Darrell Clarke has enjoyed the scope of recruitment across three transfer windows (his fourth window was probably the catalyst for his departure). This has to be part of the root cause of why we have quite so many summer squad overhauls and precisely why the implementation of strategy and recruitment plan driven by a DoF, or the somewhat grandiosely titled Trivela’s VP of Global Football, is key. Someone has to think long term and that is never going be a manager who lives and dies by the final score every Saturday and Tuesday..

The fact that the intention to build our recruitment structure on analytics and data is interesting. I’d have hoped, and expected, that we already did character and culture fit checks as part of the current recruitment process. It’s from where this blog got its name of course, but there have been squads, groups and individuals, past and present, where you wonder what due diligence was actually done. Recruitment via analytics and data seems very much to be in vogue and you only have to look at Brighton, Brentford and Southampton (over a decade) to see how effectively it can work. That said, in a post Brexit environment it is so much more difficult to recruit non-British players into Leagues 1 & 2 due to work permit requirements. Brighton and Brentford can make it work effectively as they’re recruiting current international footballers from clubs in top-flight football and European competition. However the days of raiding Feirense for Jorge Letaio or Logroñés for Zigor Aranalde are long gone and the restrictions will make recruitment from data much harder and potentially more expensive – the pool of players at our level will be significantly smaller and we’ll all see the same data, right?

Intuition is also referenced and still has a significant role to play – I seriously doubt that you’d have taken any of Kyle Lightbourne, Troy Deeney or Tom Bradshaw on pre-Walsall in-play analytics alone and I suspect that seeing what others don’t is where the real value lies.  

There were a couple of items, indirectly associated to recruitment but not mentioned in Boycott’s message that I genuinely hope are areas given more focus.

Scouting being one. On Twitter, I highlighted the 2nd Crewe goal as a goal that should never happen with a strong scouting system. It was basic stuff that we should never have fallen for and made we wonder how thorough our pre-game research had been. It wasn’t the only time I’ve thought this. Similarly, the amount of pre and at half time double substitutions we have made in the past 3 or 4 years is symptomatic of us setting up wrong and being forced to correct in order to stay in the game. It happens too regularly to not be linked. The visit to Barrow in August was probably the most obvious example I’ve seen of a team either not scouting the opposition well or just ignoring the reports. We’d lost that evening before we’d worked out how to set up against them. Maybe the days of sitting in the stands taking notes and compiling dossiers are over, maybe not. But whatever we do in this area appears weak and requires a review to my eyes.

Secondly the January window. I referenced Clarke’s exit earlier and the probable link to the January window. That the last 7 managerial departures have happened after the closure of the January transfer window is, in my opinion, not unconnected. Sure, there have been exceptions – O’Driscoll being an obvious one but even the likes of Brian Dutton, who never got a transfer window, inherited a squad undermined by January departures. I genuinely can’t recall a positive January window, and that includes the infamous 2016 window where we celebrated standing still (shutters rolling down) whilst everyone around us improved their options. The January window hurts us almost every season and until we address this, expect much of the same.

Returning back to what is in the strategy, the paragraph given to player development and academy integration identifies possibly the most critical element that needs to be significantly improved and Boycott was right to identify this. EPPP (the Elite Player Performance Plan) has impacted clubs lower down the pyramid with the system favouring the Cat 1 (usually Premier League) academies and I sense that this has had a chunky impact on us. How we recover and restart the conveyer from a system that is heavily loaded in the favour of those at the top of the pyramid is a task form someone with far greater understanding of the mechanics of youth player development than me. I take heart in the changes and introductions made in recent times and I’m genuinely pleased and relieved that topic was referenced in Boycott’s message. Getting this area right and delivering footballers to the first team is vital to long term growth and stability and I genuinely hope that it’s front and centre on Boycott’s radar.

Similarly the process once our young talent has broken through needs some serious consideration. The falling away of players like Alfie Bates and Sam Perry, the lack of any real opportunity given to Tom Leak and the preference of signing Danny Cashman over providing Ronan Maher with game opportunity are all somewhat disconcerting. Maybe Leak wouldn’t have been good enough but was Joe Low really that much better? The decline in performance of players such as Bates and Perry once they’d got to 20 games really needs to be understood as it happens all too often. The managerial mis-trust of our own young players also needs to be addressed.  Additionally, whoever signed off on Danny Cashman, needs to recognise the impact this had in side-lining Maher’s season. It was such a pointless loan. Again, maybe the manager felt that he wasn’t 100% ready for the handful of minutes that Cashman got but the experience Maher would have gleaned from them would have been really valuable. Its another example of short term thinking overriding long term aims.

In summary, I’d have welcomed any sense of a plan given what we’ve experienced over recent times but I sense a decent amount of logic, thought and determination to get things right within Boycott’s letter.

And it’s not just about the next manager or the next player or the next match – it’s about us as the club, and putting one brick on another, over time. The next manager that we hire will be one absolutely critical component of this – but as a part of a thoughtful plan, not as the “be all, end all.” They will be coming into an increasingly well-defined Walsall Football Club, rather than coming in and redefining Walsall Football Club for themselves.

There is obviously much to do and what feels like a real appetite at the top of the football club to address issues that either haven’t been seen or overlooked in the desperate scramble to exit League 2 in an upwards direction. That scattergun approach has failed and failed and failed and failed and finally we seem to be learning from our errors. That has to be positive.

Boycott also references the process taking time but doesn’t mention the need for patience. That omission may be in order to not negatively affect season ticket sales but it is a trait that I suspect that we will all have to demonstrate, again. Having a plan is one thing, and it’s a decent starting point. However, rolling it out will take time, courage, an eye for detail, collective belief and a decent chink of patience. League 2 will be a tough division next season, strengthened by both promoted and relegated clubs. There may be no instant fix to the problem we have failed to solve for too long.

I wish him well. We all win if Trivela get this right and whilst this feels like a fairly complex build, every part of it makes sense. Time, patience and holding our nerve will be the key to successful deployment. Rome wasn’t built on one managerial appointment or a solitary transfer window.

The Consistently Inconsistent.

(A guide on how to not have a successful football season.)

At half time last Saturday I called my wife. “I’ll be outside at twenty to five”
“Why? What’s the matter?” came the response.
“That’s enough for me this season” was about all I could offer. And it was. The sooner this lousy season was over, then so much the better.

And it has been lousy.

We should have known what was coming relatively quickly last autumn, if only because the opening 10 games were a microcosm of the season that followed. We lost late at Tranmere after holding our own but were neither capable of carving out an opportunity to score or fit enough to withstand the home team’s late push. We then somehow conspired to lose at home to Doncaster, again unable to score or win a penalty shoot out that we were 2 goals up in. Forest Green gave us an object lesson in what L2 excellence looked like and an injury time equaliser punished us for being unable to put a dreadfully poor Scunthorpe to the sword. We hammered Mansfield out of nowhere. never turned up in Hartlepool and left Newport emptyhanded after failing to deal with a late set piece. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat.

My good friend and co-NNP writer @hallymk1 challenged me recently on whether this indeed was a missed opportunity of a season? Or could it only be judged as a missed opportunity if we’d had enough about us to challenge in the first place? Which he felt we hadn’t, and it’s a fair point. However, I can’t escape the feeling that the porosity of quality in League 2 this season provided a bona-fide opportunity for anyone capable of mixing a sprinkling of quality with a dose of consistency, organisation and fitness. Traits of which we fell well short of on all counts.

In both those opening ten games and the season that followed the running theme of our woes was a lack of goal threat. In 53 games this season, we failed to score more than once in 42 of them. Oldham & Colchester being the only teams we managed to score 2 or more against both home & away. The loss of Rory Holden understandably impacted upon creativity and goal threat but there were self-inflicted issues as well. Confusion reigned over Conor Wilkinson’s most effective position, Kieran Phillips was relentlessly played out of position, Matt Taylor’s vice like insistence on a lone front man with others behind or out wide, we signed a striker who was injured & never regained match sharpness and deployed a midfield that almost never broke the lines. All of which contributed to our inability to break down opponents.

George Miller did well, looking particularly sharp in front of goal early on. His game matured over the course of the season and whilst he didn’t score as many as those early weeks suggested he might, Miller finished the season as a robust leader of the line. Some will credibly point to missed chances that limited his haul to 12, and it’s difficult to argue too much apart from offering the counter-argument that we remember the misses purely because clear chances for strikers were so few and far between across winter and spring. Wherever he starts next season, and it seems increasing likely it won’t be in Walsall, he’ll be a far more rounded and deployable player than the player who started this one.

Elsewhere, Brendan Kiernan has offered occasional glimpses of threat and I’m sure he’d look far more dangerous in a team with more dimensions than the one from this season. I don’t think that he possesses the moment of magic capacity that Wes McDonald offered but he offers a far more consistent presence than Wes provided. After a change of manager, Conor Wilkinson showed what Jamie Fullarton and Matt Taylor were excited about once played down the middle with a partner. I sense that Keiron Phillips could have contributed much more than he did but his ability was utterly wasted out wide.

Finally, we usurped our traditional and annual dogs-dinner of a January transfer window by paying a fee for an injured Devante Rodney. Time will tell on Rodney’s Saddlers career but let’s not kid ourselves that it’s started well. In fairness, he absolutely deserves the benefit of the doubt given his lack of fitness on arrival, but this was a signing that did nothing for Taylor, Fullarton, Rodney, Pomlett or the team as a whole. Even by Walsall’s January standards, agreeing terms with a player who couldn’t play for weeks and wasn’t fit when he did was poor business.

Defensively, we fluctuated from occasionally promising to uncohesive to bordering on ridiculous with not much in between. Backs to the wall, ugly but deserved, clean sheets at Sutton, Forest Green Rovers and Port Vale were too often undermined by shockers at Hartlepool, Newport and Stevenage. Then there was the horror show at Swindon, an awful defensive giveaway at home to Barrow and the less said about Leyton Orient’s Banks’s visit the better. The only consistent defensive factors were inconsistency and collective frailty. We conceded far too many from set pieces, far too many late goals and far too many of the avoidable variety. Away from home, our inability to pierce the opponent’s resistance was regularly compounded by conceding at the first hint of pressure, al-la Salford. Similarly, our uncanny ability to quickly turn attack into concession was never better highlighted than Rochdale’s help-yourself-to-it winner.

In terms of personnel, Ash Taylor’s on field performance was in direct contrast to the excitement at his capture. Pedestrian and laboured, Taylor carried the can for the Hartlepool horror show and blessedly made for the exit at the first opportunity. This move was a real bonus, as the pain in carrying him for a further 18 months of substitute appearances and reserve football would’ve been significant, particularly with Joss Labadie and Conor Wilkinson now sidelined for an extended period.

Rollin Menayese’s fabulous first few months justified the deal he was offered but that form deserted him literally from the moment the ink had dried. Rollin would have hoped that his evening in Swindon was as bad as it’d get but a 17th minute withdrawal against Orient and the sparsity of opportunity since threatens his Walsall future. Menayese has proved he has the game within him but it’s clear that Flynn has doubts and it’ll be a significant rescue act if he’s to rebuild his career at Walsall.

Pick of the defensive bunch was Manny Monthe. At times he has been a giant amongst men and boy did we miss him in January. If he did what he was accused of then he fully deserved the suspension that he got. However, I’m a touch uncomfortable about the FA punishing a player (and club that wasn’t involved in the incident) with such a significant ban based upon “on the balance of probability”. Out of all of our early summer headline captures, Monthe had the strongest impact over the course of 2021/22, however his zero goal return for his height and physical presence is a real set-piece head scratcher.

The back three system Flynn deploys, incorporating Monthe, Hayden White and Donervon Daniels, looked like they had a plan at times and is probably our best bet for next season. With Flynn having all of pre-season to work on defensive solidity and a settled back line in place I’m expecting us to be much tighter next season. Which, to be fair, shouldn’t be overly difficult.

A couple of new full backs will help that process and they should be easier to source than a new goalkeeper to replace the sublime Carl Rushworth. The Brighton stopper arrived with a highly regarded reputation and 46 games later departed with that reputation bolstered. I’m not a great fan of loan deals but this was a mutually beneficial season that saw Rushworth, his employers and Walsall all benefitting from him joining us. Rushworth looks to have all the tools to go a long way in the game and will take some replacing.

Possibly the only loser in the Rushworth deal was Jack Rose. After shifting Liam Roberts from first choice, the arrival of Rushworth must have been a hammer blow and his lack of opportunity in the final year of his contract probably ensured a parting of the ways. When he did play, he never let us down and I hope he finds a first team chance elsewhere.

And so to midfield, where Jack Earing, Liam Kinsella and Joss Labadie have been selection mainstays all season, despite our midfield never really dominating games or winning us matches. Earing often looks wasted playing so deep, the defensive midfielder who isn’t really a defender makes little sense. The experience gleaned from a full season of league football will be invaluable and I expect Earing to progress strongly again next season. Similarly, I would anticipate Flynn finding ways to increase Earing’s output.

Joss Labadie frequently kicked everything that moved and occasionally things that didn’t. At Vale Park, Labadie delivered a full midfield master class, going through his repertoire of dark arts in an hour and a half of grit, determination, sheer bloody mindedness and point-blank refusal to accept anything but midfield control. He was immense but frustratingly, apart from that one dominating performance, I don’t think we ever saw the player that Taylor and Fullarton thought they’d nicked from Newport. The breaking of dressing room sanctum in Matt Taylor’s “I pleaded with him to not get another yellow” in the aftermath of the Scunthorpe shambles probably best encapsulates the frustration of Labadie’s season.

Liam Kinsella is the enigma for me. Player of the Season twice, deservedly I should add, without ever memorably dominating a game of football. Overflowing in energy, commitment and willing, Kinsella has run, tackled, passed and harried himself into rightly being the first name on the teamsheet and deep into the hearts of the fanbase. He genuinely is one of our own. But his partnerships with Labadie and Earing were no more effective than those formed with Alfie Bates, Danny Guthrie, Stuart Sinclair, Joe Edwards, Isaiah Osbourne and/or George Dobson. For all of the many great attributes Liam contributes, his lack of presence in the final third is an issue.

And then there is the near-criminally underused Sam Perry. His energetic performance in the heart of Neil McDonald’s 4-4-2 against Tranmere was really refreshing and reminded everyone that his first instinct was always forward. Similarly, Perry’s advance in between the strikers for the deadlock breaker against Port Vale highlighted what we’ve been missing all season (and before). That kind of late movement and opportunist run doesn’t happen with any of Earing, Kinsella or Labadie, all of whom prefer to sit in the pocket without ever genuinely dictating our in-possession play. Midfield needs to be a priority for Michael Flynn over this transfer window, not least because until we find a blend that includes creativity and control, any hopes of a top 3 or play off challenge will be slim.

Away from League 2 football we won two cup games – an EFL Trophy win over a U21s and a scratchy 1-0 win at Kings Lynn in the FA Cup – and were out of all competitions when Swindon knocked us out of the FA Cup on December 4th. That Swindon pulled Manchester City out of the hat in Round 3 and collected the financial riches that arrived courtesy of TV broadcasts and a massive home gate was as painful a kick in the teeth as it gets. Personally, I can’t recall being quite so irritated since Hereford pulled out Manchester United after we stole defeat from the jaws of victory at Edgar Street 32 years earlier. For a club on a limited budgets and only spending what we have this was a minimum £1/2m opportunity that would’ve put a completely different perspective on Flynn’s summer ‘22 shopping activities.

And then there was Scunthorpe away.

Scunthorpe have won once in 2022 and twice since Halloween. They lost seven straight games ahead of playing us and have squeezed in a further 12 defeats in 16 winless games since. That they beat us, deservedly, whilst playing for an hour with 10 men was a disgrace. Dress it up how you wish, hide behind injuries, suspensions formations and selections if you like, but there are no excuses that truly stand up. We were a shambles.

At any other club in the country, at any time of the season, that result, on the back of the 6 defeats that proceeded it, was a sacking result. And irrespective of how nice, charming, popular, hard-working, caring or willing Matt Taylor was, there was simply no escaping the inevitable. Looking back, the experiment with Matt Taylor simply didn’t work, despite it feeling like a really good fit at the time. Whilst he and Jamie Fullarton talked a really good game, the sparsity of their team actually delivering the aforementioned good game became an issue that neither could extract themselves from.

Their policy of early (relatively) high-profile recruitment didn’t bring anywhere near the anticipated level of expected success and the multi-week signing void and subsequent late crescendo of loan deals that followed suggested we’d done the bulk of our budget in week 1. For me, that chunky period with no signings unquestionably meant we started the season on the back foot. A starting position, that in truth, that we never fully recovered from. The only consistent theme being inconsistent performance.

In the end, Taylor’s loyalty to a system that plainly wasn’t working unquestionably did for him, but you also need to ask questions of his players who followed that shambolic evening and his departure with six points out of six against 2nd placed Tranmere and runaway leaders Forest Green Rovers. They undoubtedly contributed to Taylor losing his job.

There were positives, albeit fleeting ones. The win at Port Vale, where Taylor looked head and shoulders more of a manager and leader than his opposite number, was an incredible performance. As the Port Vale manager effectively threw his team under the bus with the now iconic “I’m embarrassed” post-game summary Taylor, by contrast, cut a mature, controlled and intelligent presence both on the touchline and in the press commitments that followed. In many ways, he looked an upgrade on Pomlett’s first (and second) manager. That he only lasted 11 weeks and 13 games after Vale Park was as much of a shock as it was unfortunate, but as discussed above, post-Scunthorpe Pomlett had little to no other option

I have a lot of time for Leigh Pomlett and more patience than many. Despite inheriting relative financial stability and control he took on a football club in absolute decline three years ago. Deservedly relegated at the time of purchase, a squad in disarray and wanting out and a fanbase overlooked for the best part of a generation in revolt, this wasn’t ever going to be a five-minute job or one season turnaround. That Covid interfered with his first season and a combination of needing to trade Elijah Adebayo and Burslem Carol’s Clarke chase killed the second shouldn’t be lost, but neither should they be an excuse. After all, Covid affected everyone and Carol really did do us a favour in facilitating a press of the re-set button.

I also fully recognise the fact that this is a big ship to turn around on relatively meagre resources and that he absolutely needs time for the good work he’s already done to take effect. Rome wasn’t built on a couple of transfer windows. He deserves a lot of kudos for the way he has recognised the importance in communicating to supporters and adding a personal feel back into the club. Without Pomlett, surviving Covid might well have been a even greater challenge. That said this season hasn’t reflected all that well on Pomlett. The fact we’re on our fourth manager in 18 months is both damning and damaging, bringing into focus how we identify serious candidates and do our research around them.

Similarly, the strategic implementation of a Director of Football, a correct pathway in my opinion, was abandoned long before any mid or long term benefit could be measured. A position introduced to bring football nous and knowledge into the boardroom of a professional football club (just have a think about that statement for a moment) and long-term stability, unapologetically abandoned inside a year. Pomlett’s comments on this in his recent Walsall Fan TV interview were confusing and had a feeling of contradiction. One moment praising the impact the DoF had “he did some really good stuff” then almost simultaneously thinking we needed a change “it ran out of runway”. His suggestion that we bought in “considerably more experience” than we previously had expects us to overlook Neil McDonald’s quarter of a century of post playing experience, less than a minute after listing Flynn, Wilkinson & Earing as Fullarton contact successes. Pomlett must have known that this question was coming, not least because the club have sidestepped it themselves, but the inconsistency in the response just doesn’t stack up in my head.

It was reassuring however that he will revisit this position at a point in the future.

Irrespective of why Fullarton departed however, the fact he said goodbye so quickly raises questions. If Fullarton quit in search of another opportunity, what does that say about us? If Fullarton was pushed what does that say about our pre-employment diligence – for both the role and person? And if we decided the role wasn’t right or the scope was wrong (“the role definition needs to be thought out”), what does that say about our thinking or role creation? In any instance, we come out of it poorly.

Pomlett is no fool however, his business history, experience and success simply won’t have been built upon 6-month vanity projects and a hire ‘em, fire ‘em mentality, but what we’ve seen at Walsall is inescapable. I have absolute faith that he’ll get this right and lead the club back to League 1, but there need to be glimpses of light soon. There’s only so long the patience will hold when struggling in a league below our natural home.

The protests in February were a clear indication of patience being stretched and evidence that the post-Bonser honeymoon is well and truly over. Pomlett’s rabbit-out-of-the-hat capture of Michael Flynn will buy him and the club time, but he has a lot invested in Flynn just now. We enter season 4 of League 2 football without even mounting the remotest challenge at getting out in a positive direction so far, despite the frequent rhetoric around us expecting more. This needs to change and his eggs are almost exclusively housed in Flynn’s basket. If this manager fails and 2022/23 goes badly, which I genuinely doubt for what it’s worth, we’ll all be in choppy waters.

Inevitably there’s a lot riding on Flynn and a decent summer transfer window is essential. The 16th place finish we’ve just achieved officially ends the half decade long year on year deterioration in finishing position, but only just. There has been progress but it’s not exactly much to write home about and this has to change.

In the end, a season that never really got going, faded out without leaving much in terms of memories. We spent over 250 days of a 274-day season in the bottom half and spent as much time in the L2 relegation zone as we did in the top half. It would be wrong to suggest that it couldn’t have been worse, because Scunthorpe and Oldham will confirm it can. That said, adding in the consideration of retaining our league status when determining how successful a season has been is a major indication of just how far we’ve fallen.

It’s a long way back home from here.

The Business.

“But, unfortunately, he’s the head coach, and he will be leaving the business with immediate effect.”

Leaving the business! Bloody hell, talk about missing the tone of the moment. Even Jeff didn’t publicly refer to us as the business. It does however offer an insight into current thinking. The mischievous part of my brain has long been telling the well-intentioned side that we’re a small business funding a works football operation and the clumsy use of English in such an important statement does little to deter those thoughts.

Away from the frustration of the announcement, I think it’s pretty universally accepted that a parting of the ways with Matt Taylor was the only realistic conclusion to the run we’re on. Losing to rock bottom 10-man Scunthorpe, winless themselves in six games and with one clean sheet since August, was in the cold light of a relegation scrap, impossible to ignore – the inevitable straw that broke the camel’s back.

To be fair, the camel has been struggling for a while. We don’t score, don’t create, can’t defend, have ingrained issues at set pieces and find ever-incredible ways to concede and get beat. Bristol Rovers somehow took six points off us despite never being in the lead in normal time. Carlisle and Stevenage claimed victories without ever needing to locate the third or fourth gears that neither of them actually possess and Northampton won’t enjoy a more straightforward away win across the rest of 2022. We’ve also taken one point and scored one goal in our two fixtures against possibly the poorest Football League team I think I’ve ever seen – take a bow Scunthorpe.

The lack of surprise at the set-piece flat footedness that facilitated the gap (chasm) that Scunthorpe exploited was pretty telling. Yes, we all know it was embarrassing but in truth, were you surprised? We’ve been throwing in defensive moments like that for months and as Head Coach, this is and was effectively on Taylor.

I guess I should be honest at this point and note that I really didn’t see this coming. Maybe I was guilty of heart ruling head, but I was convinced we’d improve as this season progressed. Others told me different, particularly in recent months, and whilst I suspected they may be right, I wasn’t ready to listen.

Capitulation and a relegation scrap never once crossed my mind. At least it hadn’t until about a fortnight ago and the Bristol Rovers defeat.

The warning signs were there from the outset however. Leaking goal after goal from corners early on in the season, an obvious lack of cutting edge, the ease at which Forest Green brushed us aside. That said. Hartlepool was probably the most blatant early marker, but every one of those bad days were neutralised by performances like at Sutton, Leyton Orient and thumping Mansfield at home.

Off the pitch, a truly stellar showing at the first Fan Forum of this season offered more evidence that my hope and belief wasn’t misplaced. It was an evening where both Matt Taylor and Jamie Fullarton demonstrated levels of football intelligence, clarity of thinking and planning beyond anything I’ve ever heard from a Walsall manager. Whilst Darrell Clarke bluffed and bloke-d his way through his Forum, a quietly spoken and far more modest Taylor was considered, clear and convincing. Finally, we’d located a man with a plan, and I absolutely believed him.

Negotiating an overnight M56 closure on the way back from Oldham, I dared to dream. Rory Holden was nearly fit, the new squad was gelling, a first-time coach was learning, the opportunity to improve again in January was close. What could possibly go wrong? Yes, we’d only beat Oldham and they were a shambles, but as I diverted through the dark roads of Wilmslow and Alderley I was convinced that the minimum from this season would be Top 7.

The win at Sutton soon followed. We were organised, adaptable, had stopped leaking from set-pieces and could win ugly. It was a genuinely ruthless 3 points. More of the same would surely follow?

Erm, no. It’s always the infection of hope that stings most.

Indeed, once that October unbeaten run came to an end it’s pretty much been downhill ever since, with every sighting of blue skies punctuated by defensive error, needless concession and the obligatory result destroying late goal.

That Taylor didn’t help himself at times, is equally obvious. Whilst the novelty of a manager having a belief in a system and sticking to it was uber-refreshing after the formation, selection and substitution roulette preferred by his two immediate predecessors, it was his rigidity to his ethos that contributed to his downfall. Taylor’s dogmatic belief in his 4-2-3-1 system left us without a semblance of a Plan B and provided our opposition with less homework to do and increased time to prepare plans to nullify us.

Tuesday also highlighted something that had been bugging me for a while – we have been far too easy to referee. There’s no niggle, no dark-arts stuff, no behind the referee’s eye nonsense – like a reflection of our now ex-manager we’re almost too nice. We frequently put ourselves in compromised positions by picking up needless yellow cards and when things go against us, we either can’t argue for risk of a second card or choose not to. Imagine how Liverpool or Manchester United would have reacted had the opposition goalkeeper handled the ball five yards outside of the penalty area and fouled their striker running through. It was as nailed-on as it gets and we hardly appealed and never blinked. The Bradford penalty, as obvious as it was, was accepted with the minimum of resistance. There’s no pressure for the referee to be sure when you give him a free pass.

Yet despite all of the above, I have genuine sympathy for Taylor and don’t for one minute believe him to be the biggest issue at the Football Club business.

His players let him down, his Director of Football made an absolute hash of the January transfer window (despite the Fan Forum confidence/bluff/baloney) and anyone who thinks the manager is a bigger problem than the board is either blind, in denial or a close relative of Richard, Roy or Peter. Seemingly, no amount of managerial bloodshed appears to prompt a collective visit to the mirror or the thought that maybe it isn’t the just that manager that is the issue here. Don’t worry if you’re out of touch, out of ideas, out of energy or out of the EFL, just hire and fire Matt or Brian or Dean or Sean or Chris or Jimmy or whoever happens to be the next fall guy. That usually quenches the fires of discontent for a few months.

Whoever Jamie Fullarton identifies to pick up the pieces from Matt Taylor will be our seventh manager since Dean Smith concluded he’d outgrown us and our 13th appointment in twenty years. This is neither healthy nor beneficial to long term stability. Similarly, I’d suggest that that level of turnover is a pretty clear indicator that the root of the problem lies elsewhere in the football club business. We’ve tried experience, youth, proven achievers, internal talent identification and club stalwarts – yet all end the same way. Put simply, either (i) they can’t all be dreadful or (ii) whoever identified them needs a new role.

Indeed, if the core business of the business is actually football, I wonder if the board have ever considered why the only constants in the first team over the past decade are a dreadful January transfer window, a lucky-dip dependency on loans and the revolving door of players passing through. The volume of player turnover has to be unhealthy and does nothing to enable managers or the club to establish a style, identity or playing pattern.

Similarly, the filling out of the squad via youth loans is hurting us internally. Ask yourself – why would you sign youth terms for Walsall when you can go elsewhere and, if/when you make it to anywhere close to our level, you can spend a year here before moving on? The days of come here, make your way through the system, establish yourself at a young age and earn a move tend to evaporate when you’re continually offering these first team chances to Premier League U21s. The goldrush from finding the next Paterson or Henry is severely restricted by a Jake Scrimshaw, Adan George or Frank Vincent sized blockage. If the board can’t see this then I worry what they do see.

The Director of Football should be in no doubt that he is equally in the eye of the storm. Recruited to add football nous, structure and ensure stability and smooth transition, he is now overseeing the recruitment of a Head Coach, most probably his assistant and also a Head of Youth. We’re staring down the barrel of the National League, the academy feels like it is in the worst state I can ever remember and the consistent conveyor to the first team stopped quite a while ago. If ever football nous was needed, it’s now.

After a bright start, our summer business faded. That southern based player we were so confident of signing never arrived and we entered the season without a centre forward of our own, which would’ve been unthinkable at just about any other time I can recall. Inevitably, we exited January in a poorer state than we entered, this time raising the bar somewhat by signing a player who wasn’t even fit. Even SunTanMan didn’t have that one in his transfer playbook.

It’s evident that the eyes of the fanbase are fixed on the DoF at present. Less than a year into the role, it would be grossly unfair to lump all of the blame upon his shoulders, but he has to carry a level of responsibility. Matt Taylor was his man and these are primarily his players. The Football Club from first team to academy is a shambles and we clearly haven’t got too much bandwidth for error. Identified and employed to permanently move us away from a crisis such as this, Fullarton urgently needs to pull a few rabbits out in his hat. Be in no doubt, the EFL trapdoor is wide open and we have no safety net.

As for the players, they are equally culpable. Unusually for Walsall, we did some pretty eye-catching early business. Conor Wilkinson, Joss Labadie=, Ash Taylor and Manny Monthe were high profile, budget sapping, early recruits. Whether we knew about what was hanging over Manny Monthe is a moot point but only he out of that batch of early captures has got close to repaying our investment.

Ash Taylor never recovered from a poor start that culminated in a Hartlepool horror show and made for the exit at the first opportunity. Conor Wilkinson has been more in and out than flared trousers. Goals against Newport and Salford emphasise the ability he has, however one look at the Northampton free kick apologetically bobbling past him gives an insight into the flip side of the discussion. That Tyrese Shade was preferred to Wilkinson at the Scunthorpe must-win shouldn’t be lost. I honestly don’t want or mean to be disrespectful to Tyrese but Wilkinson needs to take a long hard look at why Taylor preferred an inexperienced Shade over one of his core summer captures at such a key moment. I’ll offer a clue – he wasn’t sat on the bench because he’s overflowing with on-field contribution. Indeed 16 starts and 4 goals wasn’t anything like the return that we thought we were investing in.

And then there is Joss Labadie=. Without doubt the most Adam Chambers type player we’ve had since Adam Chambers, albeit without the same level of consistency, quality or discipline. Taylor, unusually for a manager, wasn’t overly shy of hinting at his irritation of players who made individual mistakes and you didn’t always need to fill in too many blanks to understand his dressing room ire. However, his direct criticism of Labadie’s= inability to avoid another caution at Scunthorpe was every bit as direct and unconcealed as his gushing praise for Liam Kinsella vs Northampton was an indirect censure. The lack of what happens in the dressing room, stays in the dressing room betrayed Taylor’s irritation with his captain.

Labadie= proved at Port Vale that we had a genuine leader who could control a game of football and dominate the opponent. I haven’t seen that player since that fabulous Burslem night and if he is going to extend his stay here beyond one two-year contract, he’ll probably need to re-find that version of himself.

It may be too late for Taylor, but it isn’t too late for Labadie=, yet. If he can relocate his own form, after suspension, and pull the team back behind whoever takes over we may just have a chance at avoiding falling out of the EFL.

That we are talking about losing EFL status is a pathetic reflection of where we find ourselves. I admire Leigh Pomlett and think his management of the Covid crisis was fundamentally the reason that the club survived it. I watched his latest video on Wednesday morning, and he looked 15 years older than the guy who took over in 2019 and I’d be gobsmacked if he didn’t regret buying us. I also wholeheartedly believe he is doing everything he can to achieve his stated aims. That said, we continue to lose ground on EFL compatriots, our status in English football eroding season by season. This was always a big ship to turn around after 30 years under the previous incumbent and it was never likely to be the short League 2 tour that some envisaged. Time, and plenty of it, was always required. However, we’re almost 3 years into Project Pomlett, the decline continues and the football starting point is about to be reset for the third time. This has to change.

And so another manager/head coach falls upon his sword. I genuinely have sympathy for Matt Taylor because this whole mess is not the fault of one man. Yes, we could defend set pieces better, not concede so late so often and 21st in League 2 will always be unacceptable but he’s only a contributory factor into a wider malaise. The win at Port Vale will always be the water mark to which I’ll hold him in my memory. That night he and his players reminded us all of what we want to be and what we should be, his counterpart contributing fully by reminding us of what we needed to cast aside and leave behind.

Farewell Matt and genuine best wishes. Like others before you, it feels like you were the right man at the wrong time but, just now, it’s clear that we need to protect the business.

How Come You’ve Ended Up Here?

“I don’t wish to be rude but how come you’ve ended up here?”

The question came in the last knockings of Darrell Clarke’s first Q&A night with fans and was very much meant as a compliment. For the best part of an hour and half Clarke breezed through what was the very friendliest of supporter examinations. He had charm, he was cohesive, he had a track record, there was humour, charisma, confidence, flamboyance, warmth and a belief. Most of all, he appeared to be bringing a credible plan, a blueprint out of League 2. It was a first class opening to his time here, he literally had the entire room feasting from his palms. We lapped it up – the post-Bonser boom was up and running.

I’ve honestly returned back to that question many times over the past 20 months. Yet, whilst I suspect any deeper meaning was completely unintended, the clues to ‘why here’ were already evident. Hindsight, once again, proving to be the most belated of guides.

“I don’t talk contract lengths”, “each game is a project”, “I don’t discuss injuries”, “my players, my coaching staff, my chairman, my supporters”, “winning football” – all were magical soundbites from the blossom of a new romance. Yet all became particularly tiresome and irritating as mounting numbers of defeats and draws combined with irrational levels of post-game chutzpah and “nowhere near a top 7 budget” soundbites to ensure that those honeymoon memories had long since faded. Opinions on Clarke have been split for quite a while but it’s clear that there were still many who still believed Clarke was the best man for the job he held. However even within the staunchest remaining believers, and I was absolutely amongst them, there must have been a level of fatigue around the nonsense, belligerence and pretence. I certainly felt it.

The collective shoulder shrug as news broke of Clarke climbing onto the M6 and heading six junctions north highlighted the likelihood that the ‘kids have grown up and moved on’ conversation really wasn’t all that far away.

Being completely fair, this was and remains a really tough job. For all the benefits of improved openness, communication and the willingness to listen that Leigh Pomlett re-introduced to the football club, a transformed budget wasn’t one of them. And whilst it is painful to admit, there aren’t many of our contemporary football clubs that currently appeal less. The rarity of long term, multi-contract stays at Walsall in recent times is a decent indicator of this.

A near decade and a half of decline (one short period aside) will never be turned around in a couple of months, even when it comes alongside an upgrade of owner. The major things Clarke needed was time, patience and transfer windows and Pomlett undoubtedly gave them him. He also found the budget to provide Clarke with his top two transfer targets in the very first days of his appointment, with trusted allies James Clarke and Stuart Sinclair recruited to support and patrol the manager’s tone and expectations.

The blank canvas Clarke inherited also offered a sizeable opportunity to place an immediate stamp on his playing staff. Granted it came with the bargain basement, rough diamond recruitment challenges that building a squad here invariably brings but the opportunity to quickly fill the dressing room with your players is rare for new managers. One or two windows were never going to put everything right, but it did offer Clarke a real chance to make some good strides really quickly.

Frustratingly there were at least as many misses than hits in Clarke’s first season acquisitions. Whilst work-in-progress signings such as Elijah Adebayo and Rory Holden evolved and have impressively thrived within Darrell’s project, others like James Hardy, Jack Kiersey, Nathan Sheron and Rory Gaffney had fleeting and genuinely forgettable Walsall careers. Clarke’s inability (or dogged refusal) to see what everyone else could in Gary Liddle whilst seemingly freezing Zak Jules from plans caused below waterline damage that he never fully repaired.

Summer 2020 was an altogether different proposition. Covid-19 undoubtedly implicated the budget available to the manager but with a settled squad requiring only minor tweaks, hopes of a competitive season were high. Not least when Bristol City agreed to sell us Rory Holden. But amid the glow of a super bit of business, the permanent securing of Holden overlooked one massive point – this wasn’t actually a squad strengthening activity. This was a deal that returned that area of the squad to where it was when the season ceased in March. Essentially, we’d done our biggest and best piece of summer business on standing still.

On top of this I’d contest any opinion that suggested that the other recruits this summer improved upon what was there before. Because they haven’t. In short, we wasted the opportunity that the rarity of squad stability provided and, if anything, the team and squad went backwards over the lockdown. And that’s before I begin to rant over Danny Guthrie’s second season contribution.

However, for all of the above, there has been plenty to be positive about. In that first meeting, Clarke talked proudly about his net profits from developing players during his stint at the Memorial Ground, and this continued just a fortnight ago with the deadline day scramble for Adebayo and Jules. Others have similarly improved under Clarke – Holden, Norman, Scarr and Gordon to name but four and the risk that they depart for greener pastures, or follow Clarke to North Staffordshire, is very real. Similarly, youth got its chance and whilst Alfie Bates is probably the only tangible evidence of Clarke’s willingness to bring players through, I think we’ll see more of a few others before this season is out.

On appointment, Clarke’s immediate focus rightly revolved around re-setting standards and dressing room cohesiveness. To his credit, the ethos of the dressing room is exponentially better than the snake pit that he inherited. Clearly, improvement on the stench that did for his predecessor wasn’t going to be difficult but amid the many post-defeat frustrations a perceived lack of effort from Clarke’s team never joined justifiable jibes about tactics, formations and individual errors. Under Clarke they never produced less than 100% and this shouldn’t be forgotten. He also found decent (undisclosed, obviously) money for Cook and Ferrier, this despite the fact that the entire football world knew how desperately we wanted rid. Don’t underestimate how well he & Pomlett did here.

Last season’s opening day at Northampton was one of those moments that we’ll all remember fondly. Sold out away support – twice, a new era arrived with temperatures rocketing and hope restored. Clarke opened his Walsall career with the kind of 1-0 win that gets teams promoted. An afternoon where an organised, disciplined, combative, resilient and streetwise Saddlers team took energy from a raucous, high spirited away following and ground out a win that set a benchmark of what could be achieved. They didn’t win that day because they were better that their hosts, they won that day because we all wanted it more. Frustratingly, it was little more than a fleeting glimpse of what could have been – a football version of the speedboat in Bullseye (kids, ask your dad). Look at what you could’ve won… and it was gone long before it got close to getting wet.

Indeed, whilst a Saturday special at Salford, a fabulous win at Tranmere and home win against Bolton intermittently hinted what this team was capable of, their lack of clean sheets, the litany of individual errors and an inability to put teams away when on top in games proved the legacy from which Clarke walks away.

And then there was the football. “Winning football” as Darrell likes to describe it. We can argue long and hard over about hoof ball, long ball, the percentage game or pass-pass-lump but only a very few would described it as pretty. And his Saddlers average of one win in three doesn’t exactly feel like the dictionary definition of winning football.  Similarly, it’s hard to ignore the lack of clean sheets, 13 in 62 league games to be precise and a full 17 games since the last one. Add in the fact we only managed one solitary 1-0 win since the opening day of the season and the issues become relatively obvious. When you need to score multiple times to win, it tends to limit the regularity of picking up 3 points. Nicking a 1-0 when you haven’t played well or created much is a beautiful and productive habit that we didn’t see or have, and yes, I also struggled to recall the last time we did that.

So, returning back to the original question. How come he ended up here? For all the talk, all the bravado and all the promise, the Emperor’s clothes proved just a little too transparent. System flexibility is all well and good but after 62 league games I still don’t think Clarke knew his best system, his best goalkeeper, his best centre half pair/trio, his best defender or midfield make up. Elijah was his front man, Holden his number 10 and Scarr an automatic choice in defence. The rest wasn’t exactly bingo, but it was over complicated by projects, bluff and overthinking. Apologies for being somewhat disrespectful but you don’t need a ‘project plan’ to beat Darlington or a no-wins-all-season Southend, you just need to turn up and execute what you do well. The first time I heard Ray Graydon talk he discussed putting round pegs in round holes, players knowing their roles, having a system that works and players can understand, “they’re generally not the brightest” he quipped. And whilst I fully accept that football has evolved in the past 21 years, these are common sense basics that haven’t.

And does it really matter if we keep the length of Zak Jules contract secret? Irrespective of a 2 or 3 year deal, he left anyway. All it actually achieved was to irritate season ticket holders and alienate the manager.

His record at Salisbury and Bristol Rovers suggested Pomlett had struck gold when appointing Clarke. He was a popular appointment and judging by his performance at that opening meet the manager evening his interview would undoubtedly been first class. In reality, Clarke probably struck gold in finding a very patient Pomlett and Burslem Carol’s willingness to part with hard cash probably saved us and Leigh from a messy mid-late summer divorce that, in reality, neither party could realistically afford.

The basic reality is whilst turning this football club around is a pretty sizeable task, I honestly don’t think that we’re any further forward than where we were on that brilliant opening afternoon at Sixfields. There’s another summer rebuild ahead, probably on the back of a player exodus, new players to develop, a budget that doesn’t stretch that far and a bastard of a league to escape from in the right direction. Truthfully, I’m not sure Clarke fancied it and I suspect he could see the sands of his Bescot time running low. Certainly, the first part of that sentiment has been reflected in some of the interview snippets that have come from his first press conference in Burslem. I’d also evidence the latter by suggesting that Leigh Pomlett’s post-departure video reeked of the fact that he had become jaded by the histrionics and extremities of working with ‘his man’ and our lack of progress.

Clarke’s decision to jump ship ensures he leaves WS1 with his headline stock relatively undamaged. However, the baggage that came in the small print was incredibly tiresome and unproductive. I had a lot of time for Darrell Clarke and was happy to cut him, and the doubts I perceived, some slack but there’ll be no sleep lost in my house at his departure.

As Clarke admitted, he’s done what’s best for him, and that is absolutely his prerogative. You certainly can’t knock his honesty. Right now, however, I think that we need, and the chairman deserves, someone who’ll do the best thing for the football club. Not just today, but tomorrow and the day after.

Good luck Brian.

The King has chosen to be dead. Long live the King.

United We Stand

We’re onto Part 3 of our My Top Three series with Darren Fellows offering his choices. If you’ve missed the fist two blogs, please click on the links to catch up  on Richard’s Spring 96 blog and Matt’s Ones That Matter. They’re both great reads.

Please feel free to record your memories about Darren’s choices or add your top three in the comment section at the bottom – we really appreciate all the comments added. We’ll have more of these in the coming days but for now let’s go back to some great times of unity and joy.  Enjoy.

United We Stand.

There are so many great moments and memorable goals. So many highs and chinks of blue sky amongst what often feels like a sea of dark grey clouds. Reflection and thinking about this piece tells me that even in the frustrating times there’s some great ones ahead and the goals that define them will inevitably become the memories of that moment. I really could’ve chosen dozens.

Tom Bradshaw’s instinctive debut goal at Port Vale, where we saw the first glimpse of what we’d poached was high on my list as was Romaine’s bullet a year later at a deserted Blackpool. Both are modern day special moments. Looking further back, all four goals on that incredible night at Watford were each worthy of note, as was David Kelly’s hat-trick goal against Bristol City. A little further back, it’s hard to choose just one from tsunami of Alan Buckley goals that got me forever hooked and if I’d have been at Sheffield United I’d have probably written about the late penalty that Don Penn converted. For the Bescot years, I considered the two late(ish) goals against Scunthorpe on the penultimate Saturday of 94/95, with Charlie Palmer’s equaliser arguably being the most important goal of the decade right up until the moment Ray Graydon walked through the door. After that, you could choose Andy Rammel’s header that beat Stoke, Chris Marsh’s goal against Oldham or any of the 2003/04 opening day four goal extravaganza against West Bromwich Albion.

But, whilst they were great, they didn’t make my final three. All three chosen were away from home, all three were important in many ways, all three were in incredible times of club unity and all three are really important to me.  So, in no particular order;

Andy Rammell vs Luton Town

26th September, 1998

My memory tells me that it was little more than a tap in, but he had a bit more to do than that. The Darren Wrack half cross / half cut-back cutting afforded Andy Rammell the millisecond of space and time he needed to get to the ball in front of his marker. A smartly judged and deft first time finish eliminated the goalkeeper from the equation and the ball looped into an unguarded far side of the net. As Rammell threaded himself between the back of the net he’d just found and the converted terrace behind it, an afternoon of frustrating stalemate exploded into celebratory pandemonium. A sizeable and increasingly believing away following going absolutely nuts, mirroring similarly fevered on-pitch celebrations. The realisation that this wasn’t just a decent start to a season, but something more solid was dawning on many.

It wasn’t particularly pretty, it wasn’t a team goal crafted from twenty-odd passes and to be fair, when the moment came, Rammell (and his manager) would’ve been disappointed had he not converted. But it was brutal, particularly in the simplicity of its execution – a tackle won in front of the back four, a pass that released Darren Wrack on right hand side, the cross that crafted the opportunity and a striker who came alive in that space between the penalty spot and six yard line. It wasn’t route one by any means but it was every bit as cutting. Seven seconds of aggressive and well executed possession that proved the difference between one and three points. It wasn’t the only 1-0 win based on similar foundations in that magical season but it was almost certainly the first ‘marker’ result.

To be honest, it was a game where we should’ve been long out of sight before Rammell finally broke 86 minutes of deadlock. Indeed the afternoon was a bit of rarity in that magnificent season in the fact we dominated the game and wasted a handful of chances before finally crafting something we couldn’t miss. That we didn’t spend the last fifteen minutes camped in on our 18 yard line was similarly unusual.

For me, whilst wins at Gillingham and Wycombe signalled that Ray Graydon might have put together a squad and system that looked capable of making those pre-season favourites for relegation look a nonsense, Luton was the first landmark win of what was a truly magnificent season. They were unbeaten at home and had made a strong start. Yes, it was only 1-0 but we battered them for the entire afternoon, arguably all ten outfield Walsall players winning their individual battles.

A line had been drawn, the marker set. We were good, we had something about us and a manager and team who everyone could believe in. Indeed we looked capable of taking on most in League 1 and there was no-one to fear. The next seven months produced far better goals, many more memorable moments and arguably more significant wins, but this is where 98/99 got real for me. That moment when Andy Rammell converted Darren Wrack’s cross is the precise point where I began to believe that miracles could happen.

 

David Kelly vs Bristol City

25th May, 1988

To be fair, when he received the ball, what happened next can’t really have been in his, or anyone’s, mind. It just sort of happened.

I guess context helps here – we were in injury time of the first leg of a play-off final. Like all play-off games it had been a frenetic affair with almost nothing to choose between the two teams. Bristol City drew first blood and a Graeme Forbes header that forced a bizarre own goal levelled matters either side of half time. Both teams pushed after that, both teams came close but a David Kelly turn and shot edged us in front ten minutes from time. From there on in it was all about protecting the lead and getting back to Fellows Park in the driving seat.

So, when Kelly received a long defensive clearance in in injury time the requirement was pretty clear. Hold the ball, stall for support to arrive and kill as much time as you possibly can. Don’t give possession away. His first touch, off his knee, was good and suddenly he’s facing the Bristol City goal with a couple of tired and lumbering defenders in his eye-line. Both were petrified to commit and lose the tackle, both were back-peddling faster than an MP caught out by the tabloids and both were clearly petrified of Kelly’s threat. So he ran at them, and they backed off, so he kept running and they backed off. As he edged towards the Bristol City 18 yard line he sensed his opportunity. A couple of jinks created a half yard of space and a killer left foot drive, executed with pin-point precision, somehow squeezed itself inside the goalkeeper’s left hand post.

Cometh the hour, cometh the greats.

The play off campaign of May 1988 probable couldn’t have been any tougher. Notts County were edging their way back to a decent spell in the second tier of English football and Bristol City will always be a challenge in the 3rd tier. For both however, we had a team that was just as good and was every bit a match for both of them. The team that triumphed from this trio was going to need that extra something – that bit of magic the separates the best from the very good. We had it – in the boots of a striker for whom history shows was probably reaching the top of his craft. A striker who netted seven times in five play-off games. Seven times!

It’s probably worth reiterating that these were goals against the best in the division, they weren’t cash in goals against teams who’d given up or were defensively shot. They weren’t late boot filling opportunities against teams going through the motions either. Four were away from home, two gave us the lead in games, three created scoreboard daylight and all of them really mattered. I’ve seen whole seasons where our striker hasn’t beaten seven goals, yet Kelly did it in three weeks.

I chose this one because it was an absolutely brilliant finish that gets lost in the aftermath of the home defeat and the heroics a couple of days beyond that. Without this the replay would never have happened.

Sam Mantom vs Brentford

5th January, 2016

One of the reasons I so cherish the Graydon era, and the first season in particular was the unity that surrounded the football club at the time. Everyone pulling in the same direction, the support and respect reciprocated both on the terraces and the playing surface. Songs that are positive and rather than negative ones about lesser clubs.

2015 was a similar time. Transfer business in summer 2015 had improved an already strong squad and the ingredients in Dean Smith’s five year plan were cooking nicely. There are no guarantees in football and our escaping League 1 in May 2016 was a long way from happening but let’s be honest, if we had kept going in the manner that the first five months had seen, others were going to have to find something pretty mighty to overtake us.

Then Rotherham came knocking, and Smith’s agent did a far better job for his client than the majority shareholder managed for his investment and our hopes. The rest, as they say, is history.

That afternoon at Brentford was properly hostile and the message, ferociously delivered at Smith from behind the goal was pretty unequivocal. The decade earlier re-design of Griffin Park meant that the tunnel was perfectly placed to communicate with the recently departed coaching team and was undoubtedly a key contributor to that afternoon’s drama. The pre-kick off walk from dressing room to dug out absolutely set the tone for the two hours that followed.

Smith, no doubt, would’ve have expected the terrace hostility. However I’m not as convinced that he’d anticipated quite how his former players reacted and rose to the occasion. Brentford were far better than us, they operated comfortably a level higher and were technically very good. But all that goes out the window however when you’re faced with a team possessed with an unbelievable determination to give the man who walked out on them the bloodiest of noses. They tackled all afternoon like they’ve never tackled before, ran miles to cover each other, gave absolutely everything they had and fought for and a hour and a half like their lives depended on it. Every ounce of that effort was cheered from behind the goal. It was, as history shows, the last strands of collective unity we’d see for quite a while.

The winner when it came was a triumph of all the things Smith built. Paul Downing, a player Smith improved month by month (and subsequently deteriorated every bit as quickly when Smith departed) bought the ball out of defence, across the halfway line and fed the ball to an open Sam Mantom. Tom Bradshaw and Milan Lalkovic immediately pulled out wide, dragging defenders away from the ball and as he edged into range Mantom dragged the ball onto his left foot and curled a beauty into the bottom corner of the net. Ironically, it was a goal that encapsulated Smith’s football philosophies, with control of the ball and selfless creation of space every bit as important as Mantom’s strike of the football. Everyone there will long remember the noise, ecstasy and magic of the moments that followed.

This was vintage Walsall, standing our ground and sticking one up at those who purport to look down on us. I’ve always cherished the clarity on the fact that you’re either with us or you aren’t. The lack of grey area feels quintessentially Walsall. That post-game celebration and Smith & PinkCapMan’s walk back to the sanctity of the tunnel perfectly encapsulated this and will be a strong memory for a long time.

The Ones That Matter

After the thrills and spills of Richard’s Spring 96 blog we welcome Matt Vale to give us his Top 3 Saddlers goals in what is his NNP debut. Matt’s trio were vastly different in terms of build up and distance but all three were pretty significant at the time. Two of them spring straight to mind and one is less obvious but was no less important, particularly at the time.

Please feel free to record your memories about Matt’s goals or add your top three in the comment section at the bottom. There’ll be more Top 3’s later in the week but let’s go back to some great times with Matt’s selections. Enjoy.

The Ones That Matter.

If judged on purely aesthetic terms, these probably aren’t even in many Top 100’s but to me, they’re all fantastic in their own way. Roger Boli’s overhead kick may have been glorious but did it really matter? Did it mean a great deal at the time? Did it make me really, really happy on the way home? No.

But these did…

Andy Watson vs Nottingham Forest

24 September 1997

Open goal tap-ins aren’t going to win any Goal of the Month competitions but this was all about the timing. I went to Liverpool in ’84 and Watford in ’87 but can’t really remember anything other than I opened the car window on the way home from Watford and our scarf flew out into the night sky.

This was my first proper cup tie and my first proper cup shock. Yes, the League Cup is an afterthought now but this was a proper Forest team, a proper Bescot atmosphere and a proper Walsall fan pitch invasion. It was sheer pandemonium and all played out live on Sky.

It’s the timing and feeling of this goal which sticks in the memory. I was 17, starting to go to games more regularly and still trying to pretend I fitted in with what seemed like a very adult Gilbert Alsop terrace. THIS game and THIS goal was the moment that properly sucked me in and I’m happy to say that I didn’t miss a single game for the next six or seven years and have had a season ticket ever since. Life changing stuff and all thanks to a Dave Beasant cock-up.

Darren Wrack vs Bournemouth

13 April 1999

I properly love Darren Wrack. I even took a photo of him on our 2001 lads holiday to Faliraki which was all pretty tongue-in-cheek until airport security pulled it out of my bag at Birmingham Airport and about a million people saw it. Wrack was unstoppable during the 1998/99 season and this goal was my ultimate favourite.

Tuesday night away games are always a bit special and this one felt like it really mattered. I always prefer watching a game with dozens of Saddlers as opposed to many thousands, carelessly preferring the AWS golden-goal game at Bristol Rovers to the trip at Old Trafford which came three days previous. This game at Dean Court was huge and the few who were there will remember every detail right down the SIX minutes of injury time which seemed like a lifetime. Bournemouth had only lost once at home all season and were only four points and four places below us in sixth. We’d lost at Colchester a few days before and were at third placed Preston the following Tuesday. Lose here and I feared we were done for.

Mr Graydon didn’t care about any of that. This performance – and the 21st clean sheet of the season – was typical of this side. Marsh, Roper, Viveash and Pointon didn’t give Bournemouth a sniff and, as the Cherries heads started to drop, Wrack picked up the ball inside his own half and ran and ran, twisting one way and then the other. He didn’t actually beat anyone but he didn’t need to as a thundering right foot shot rattled into the top corner from about twenty yards. When you’re stood at the other end, there’s a moment of silence as everyone wonders if it’s actually gone in. It bloody had. Cue pandemonium in the away end and three points which convinced me that not even Man City were going to outstrip us over the next few weeks. Magic.

Jordy Hiwula vs Southend

16 April 2016

I appreciate this is really left-field and it was a simple header from three yards which most of you won’t even remember but I wanted to include something from 2015/16 as it was a completely different time in my life compared to ’97 or ’99.

I have a lot of time for this squad. They got a lot of unfair criticism for not getting over the line but they thrilled us at every turn and were a pretty special bunch who gave their all and were ultimately very unlucky. They continually recovered from Smith’s departure, O’Driscoll’s traits and Whitney’s tactics to be the best side in League One in all but finishing position.

It was Hiwula’s goal at home to Southend that, in the same way as Wrack’s at Bournemouth, almost convinced me we were going to go up. We’d peppered Dan Bentley’s goal for 88 minutes, Burton and Wigan were dropping valuable points that same afternoon and I knew the two were due to meet the following week. A goal here and promotion would be back in our hands and definitely on the cards.

As always with football,it’s not the goal but the moment which lives on. It was that feeling as the linesman waved his flag vigorously and rushed back to the half-way line. It was the celebratory mayhem and the feelings as I drove home. The dream of second-tier football and a league game against the Villa was in touching distance and this season had rekindled everything I love about Walsall with a promotion push that none of us had seen coming.

The thrill is always in the chase and I really thought we were going do it. I smiled all the way home and my phone didn’t stop buzzing with positive text messages from friends who dared to feel the same.

It didn’t last long. Matthew Pennington was recalled by Everton, we drew at home to Swindon and seven days later Bradford thumped us 4-0. But I’ll always have that drive home.

Special mentions to Kyle Lightbourne at Shrewsbury in ‘95, Bjarni Lárusson at Bristol Rovers in ‘98, Andy Rammell at Luton and at home to Stoke in ‘98, Pedro Matias and Darren Byfield in the ‘01 Play Offs, Steve Corica against the Albion in ‘03, Trveor Benjamin in ‘07 and Super Tom at Preston. And probably plenty more besides.

 

Emotion, aesthetics, time and place

So, in these extremely strange times, we at NNP HQ thought we should be getting a bit of content out and giving our readers a bit of cheer. Given we don’t know where we’re at with this season we’ve kept away from the here & now and thought we’d release a series of ‘My 3 Favourite Goals – apart from the ones others may have chosen’. Hopefully it will be a series of five stand alone pieces and within each choice there’s some obvious ones, some not so obvious, some you’ll have forgotten and quite a few that wouldn’t make any goal of the month competition. But they’re all important for one reason or another.

First in the hot seat is Richard Hall who takes us back to spring 1996. Enjoy.

Emotion, aesthetics, time and place

How to choose one’s favourite goals? Aesthetics? Emotion? Time and place? Is it a function of securing promotion, or a cup win, or a late-and-backs-to-the-wall equaliser, or winning that point to avoid relegation? Is it a ‘screw you’ to the world, or is it a moment of hope, or does it unlock possibility, or is it balletic and full of grace, or does it define some kind of physical and intellectual capacity by an individual or a group of players that is beyond what I could ever do?

The goals that stick out for me unlock a mix of emotions, memories, thoughts and ways of seeing the world. Mark Rees’ first league goal against Northampton Town in January 1980 was a wonderful volley from the edge of the box that arced over the keeper. It was emotionally-important as it was the last game I saw with my Grandad, as I started going with my Dad instead. Kevin Summerfield’s equaliser away at Liverpool in February 1984 must have been fiction, because you don’t score that kind of goal in front of 10,000 travelling fans at the soon-to-be champions of Europe. Any of Stuart Rimmer’s hat-trick at Roker Park in February 1989 to end that losing streak count, because I was bored of being ridiculed by my friends and trolled by my team.

Kyle Lightbourne’s winner against Scunthorpe United in April 1995 was a lob that seemed to hang in the air forever and ever, and I thought that was never going in under the bar, and when did, fleetingly, Bescot felt like home. Chris Marsh’s decisive second against Oldham in May 1999 mattered because it happened in front of us, and he was one of us, and that season was so improbable. It carried the emotion of a true underdog story. Tony Barras’s headed equaliser at home to Wolves in January 2000 almost took the roof off the Gilbert Alsop stand, and was a real ‘screw you’.

And there is Darren Wrack at Lincoln, and Darren Byfield in Cardiff, and any of Merson’s, and Romaine Sawyers at Blackpool. Any of these and all of these are my favourites. And there will be others.

1995/96: context is key

However, at this moment I feel that context and narrative arc are as important as aesthetics and emotion and time and place. So the three I have chosen are all from March and April 1996. I had forgotten how close we had been in the end to the play-offs. And the league table represents our apparent mid-table, Division 3/League 1 existence that has been the background to my life.

On reflection, we were trundling towards our usual spot somewhere between mediocre and obscure. However, this was a really important time in my life. tableI was in the second year of my PhD, and had just emerged from a winter spent in the York Minster archives and the Borthwick Institute of Historical Research in York. York in the winter is one of my favourite places, and who doesn’t want to spend their time researching the role of the clergy in 18th-century elections? Plus, I got to see Walsall win away at Bootham Crescent in the rain.

It was a time when I was feeling more sure of myself, and it also coincided with the best seven weeks I have had playing football (which is not saying a lot). It was exactly seven weeks, and at the end of this period, my huff-and-puff approach resurfaced. Odd. Anyway, the world felt less concerning than it had, and less of a concern that it would become. Maybe this was also reflected in the fact that I always regarded that post-promotion season under Chris Nicholl as a free hit, in which the team, management and fans were a little more carefree and able to snub their nose at the world they were in. Otherwise, there is no way we can explain the 8-4 against Torquay United in the FA Cup.

NB I remember that season for Uriah Rennie refereeing at our home game against Bournemouth, and when the fans chanted “the referee’s a wanker”, he looked at us, smiled, and shook his head. A great response

Scott Houghton vs Swindon Town

9th March, 1996

The first of the three goals that stand out was Scott Houghton’s equaliser in injury time away at Swindon on 9 March 1996. We had already taken a point from Steve McMahon’s title-winning team at home before Christmas, in a game where Jimmy Walker pulled off a wonder save with a knackered shoulder. In the away game I always felt we matched the team that would finish well clear at the top, and I was devastated when Swindon took the lead in the 84th minute. What I remember of Houghton’s equaliser is a cross-field ball from Martin Butler falling to Houghton at the far post and a scuffed shot, which appeared to be hit with the studs and trickle in at the near post. I always felt that if he had hit it properly then it would have been saved, but the scuff deceived the keeper, and those of us in the stand lost it.

Well I say those of us in the stand lost it, but what I actually remember is that I lost it, and I very rarely lose it, and that I was standing by the family enclosure. Punching the air and yelling in the direction of eight-year-olds is not a good look. It was also not a good look when the same thing happened in 2007.

It turns out that Houghton’s goal was a scruffy end to a great move. A let’s give-it-a-go move, that saw us move the ball across the back four, with some good movement in midfield, an incisive cross, some dreadful defending, a great run into the box from Martin O’Connor (see below), and a good take and set up by Houghton. However, it was the scuffed shot and the deserved point against a much better team that gave this the flavour of ‘mighty mighty Walsall.’ There are highlights available, with the bonus of analysis from Mark Lawrenson of the goal from 5’20”. The only thing that is missing is footage of Adrian Viveash, who left Swindon to join us, diving in front of the benches in celebration.

Martin O’Connor vs Peterborough United

30th March, 1996

The second goal is from three weeks later, away at Peterborough. The previous Wednesday a lumbering defender had stamped on my standing foot when I was playing football, and so I was on crutches. In spite of that, it was still important to stand at London Road, because the roof on the away end had great acoustics, and I always remember that there was a great view of Peterborough Cathedral. It’s always nice when you can see an historic monument from a football ground.

I remember us going two-down in this game and looking ragged, and then getting back into it before half-time. It reminded me of the home game against Crewe a couple of weeks before, when we were being destroyed by their passing game and were two-down, and came back to win late on. There was something devil-may-care about us. We were that mid-table team that was going to mess with your season, and you would come to loathe us as a result (see below). Mind you, there was also a dreadful 3-2 away defeat at Oxford, when we were in charge until Martin O’Connor inexplicably handballed in the area.

So, halfway through the second half, and it is two-all. Peterborough have a corner from their right, which floats across the goal and is picked up on our right by Charlie Ntamark. Spotting Kyle Lightbourne bombing up the left flank, he hits a beautiful, Beckham-esque crossfield pass, which is just far enough ahead of the attacker to maintain his momentum. Lightborne skins one defender and gets to the byline, where an inch-perfect cross is met by Martin O’Connor who has gone box-to-box and reached the penalty spot. O’Connor’s header powers past the keeper, and is a thing of beauty. In fact, on this planet (and I believe that the many worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics holds) there is nothing more beautiful than a headed goal.

Martin Butler vs Blackpool

27th April, 1996

Something was building. Had we found this form a couple of months earlier, we would have made the play-offs, and then who knows? But we would not have had Graydon. And we would have lost Ian Roper to some no-mark Championship team. So what would have been the point?

Instead, what was building was our ability to destroy Blackpool’s season on 27th April. I remember the crumbling old away end at Bloomfield Road, with the sun burning down from the West, such that I got sunburned on the right-hand side of my face. But who cares, right, because we have that amazing strike from Martin Butler from 25 yards that was still rising as it hit the back of the net. Cue joy in our end, and despair from those in tangerine. There was something about the goal being scored at the home end, in part because I had such a good view from the banked terrace that we occupied, and in part because it stunned them.

Blackpool had looked odds-on for automatic promotion, and now were under stress from Oxford United, who would pip them to the second automatic promotion spot. Hilariously, they then blew a 2-0 lead taken in the play-off semi-final first leg, by losing 3-0 at home to Bradford City. I tell my Bradford City friends that we took the wheels off Blackpool’s season, and gave them a shot at glory, which ultimately led to their time in the Premiership.

It was Martin Butler what won it, and who would have thought that given the abuse he received during his first stint with us?

Narrative arc

There we are. A scuffed daisy-cutter following some free-flowing and incisive passing; a break from nothing with an inch-perfect cross-field pass, a delicious cross, and a bullet header; and, a thunderbolt. And all these within six weeks, as I found a renewed sense of self, and we settled back into our sense of being mid-table and occasionally disruptive.

We finished nowhere, and so these goals were irrelevant. Yet, they were also very relevant, because they signalled possibility. Of course, there is emotion and aesthetics and ability in these goals. However, they are great in their own way, precisely because they stitch into an important time of possibility in my life, and a time of possibility for the football club following promotion.

It’s the context and the narrative arc. Always the context and the narrative arc.

Team of the Decade

So, as a final look back at the decade, I’ve put together my WFC Best XI from the past ten years. I’ve discounted loan only players so, for example, George Evans misses out and it’s rather attacking focused. Some choices were easy and obvious, others not quite so.

I doubt that anyone will agree with all selections so please feel free to add any changes you’d make in the comments section.

As grim as the 2010s were, we also had some amazing footballers you know.

Richard O’Donnell (GK)

2013-2015
Appearances – 105
Goals – 0

It was a genuine flip of the coin between O’Donnell and Neil Etheridge. Indeed, had I accounted for career progress after Walsall then Etheridge would have got the nod. Comfortably.

In the end I went for O’Donnell on the basis that he retained top form right up to the moment he left, whereas I felt Etheridge dropped a level once he knew he was leaving.

Both Etheridge and O’Donnell were super consistent and there were weaknesses amid the breathtakingly good. In O’Donnell’s case it took a change in play to maximise his abilities and a coach as smart as Dean Smith to adjust his defence to allow this.

During his early appearances it was evident that O’Donnell struggled to deal with crosses on the cusp of his six yard line (see Bristol City’s first at Wembley as a late WFC career example) so Dean Smith found a way of driving teams inside to either cross diagonally or shoot. And when it came to out and out shot stopping O’Donnell was utterly brilliant.

The save that will always stand out is the one at Preston but over the course of 105 appearances O’Donnell established himself as one of the better goalkeepers I’ve seen in a Walsall shirt. A genuinely brilliant shot stopper with eye-opening reflexes and strong with the ball at his feet, O’Donnell could’ve played much of his career at Walsall had we been able to match the pay structure of others, particularly Wigan. I genuinely don’t think that his departure cost us anything in the following season’s promotion challenge but we haven’t had a goalkeeper better than O’Donnell since the day he left.

It’s worth noting that ROD’s career never reached the heights of his time at Walsall and I genuinely think this is due to the impact of Dean Smith and his ability to mask the flaws.

Jason Demetriou (RB)

2015-16
Appearances – 52
Goals – 4

An absolute gem from Dean Smith’s little black book of past players & contacts. Having worked with Demetriou at Leyton Orient, Smith bought Jase back to English football in the summer of 2015. Somehow Demetriou had been allowed to drift for five years at AEK Larnaca but from the moment he kicked a ball at Walsall he became a genuine fan favourite.

One of the new breed of full back Demetriou’s real strength was blasting forward – an ability that regularly pinned his opponent in defensive mode and probably masked the fact that he’s not the greatest defender that the world has ever seen. To be fair though, he didn’t need to be as Smith’s 2015/16 side looked to defend on the front foot, dominate possession and attack at every opportunity. It was a system built for a player like Demetriou and he had a magnificent and all to brief 12 months in a Walsall shirt.

The goal against Gillingham is probably the single moment that most remember him for and it absolutely secured his place in folklore but he was a fabulous footballer in a fabulous period to follow us.

Demetriou wasn’t the only player we recruited from Cyprus over the decade but he was significantly superior to what followed. He departed as part of the post play-off exodus stating that he wanted to be closer to his London home. He’s been true to his word at Southend ever since and of all who transferred to non-Championship clubs, Jase probably made the best move of all.

Rico Henry (LB)

2014-16
Appearances – 58
Goals – 3

When he made his debut at a smidgen over 16 years of age, standing in for an injured Andy Taylor in a JPT game at Tranmere, almost the entire left side of the team seemed focussed on protecting their very young team mate. By the hour mark they’d seen enough to stop worrying about a player who was already comfortable at the level he’d just risen to. Six months later, Rico Hendy had effectively ended Taylor’s impressive Walsall career and was an automatic choice when Dean Smith selected a left back.

A wonderfully talented footballer, with the turn of pace required in a modern top-end full back, Henry’s rise and departure was every bit as quick as it was impressive. Henry’s ability to tackle and understanding of when to do so marked him out almost immediately. Similarly his marauding runs forward both with the ball at his feet and in support of others was mighty impressive and a level above anything many of us had previously seen in a Walsall full back.

In the end Henry’s departure left a sour taste with many feeling the sale was too early, short in valuation and the fact it was Brentford (again) rather grating. Post Walsall, Rico’s career has been limited by a series of injuries but with Celtic sniffing round last summer and more suitors sure to follow as that initial 5 year deal runs down we may just see a little more value added to that deal in the near future.

Andy Butler (CB)

2010-14 & 2014
Appearances – 183
Goals – 14

“Give everything you have for the badge on the front of your shirt and they will never forget the name on the back.”  Whilst Butler never said this I can’t think of a quote that is quite as appropriate.

The day Andy Butler joined was the precise moment where the mid-decade revival began. Butler openly admits his career was going nowhere when he first signed a WFC contract but the drive, motivation and leadership he demonstrated infected a football club that was desperate for a leader.

We’ve had better players and more accomplished defenders than Butler – James Chambers being an obvious example. But in a sport where the importance of positive influencers is often overlooked Andy Butler stood head and shoulders above every Walsall player over the decade as a positive influence on the team, his dressing room and the football club as a whole.

Butler’s heart on sleeve style, the unwillingness to accept defeat, the obvious desire to reward the unwavering support from the stands and the realisation of the responsibility to the shirt and club set the tone that others simply had to follow. If Smith was the brains and architect of our improvement then Andy Butler (and Adam Chambers) were his on field lieutenants.

I guess the pinnacle of his Walsall career came at the other end of the pitch with that ‘it had to be him’ headed tap in at Molineux but that does significant disservice to the other 180 odd appearances where he fought tooth and nail for the shirt on his shoulders and badge on the front.

And whilst I wrote this in a previous blog, it’s worth repeating. If you never saw the 1998/99 team and want to know what they epitomised have a look at Andy Butler and his qualities. He wouldn’t have been out of place in that first Graydon team.

As a footnote, he’s been gone for half of the decade but even at Scunthorpe on Wednesday, where he was an unused substitute, his song got an airing. You don’t have to be Messi or Ronaldo to be a lifetime darling of the Saddlers faithful, you just have to give your all, every time you play. Which I guess takes us back to the opening quote – he gave his all, we will always recognise that.

James O’Connor (CB)

2014-17
Appearances – 123
Goals – 3

Solid, dependable, honest, professional. You’d have thought Jon Whiney could have tried to lean on these qualities, rather than ostracise them. And how we missed his calming authority over the following couple of years.

I have a lot of time for James O’Connor, a player who knew exactly what he was, understood his own limitations and made the very most of the abilities he was given. He was Mr 7/10 week after week, rarely winning man of the match plaudits, rarely losing his individual battle, consistently delivering consistency and stability to the spine of the team and his back four. I looked on YouTube for a JOC video but it’s virtually bare, which kind of reflects the type of player he was – nothing flash, being effective was always more important that catching the eye.

Whatever happened to facilitate his premature departure and why isn’t really the point here but I do wonder how the WFC board allowed a struggling manager (who was never going to turn things around) to force O’Connor’s departure. That JOC got on with it and never did his washing in public is testament to his manner and professionalism.

The epitome of Mr Dependable, you can be sure that we’ve missed the input of this player significantly more than the manager who jettisoned him since they both departed.

Adam Chambers (CM)

2011-19
Appearances – 331
Goals – 2

Everything you ever wanted a Walsall player to be.

A magnificent ambassador for the football club off the pitch and an incredible force on it. It’s been 18 months since he last kicked a football and we still haven’t replaced him.

331 appearances with two goals, both in his first ten games meant that there was only one midfield place available for the majority of the decade. A captain who led by example and an integral figure in every good Walsall performance, run, win and achievement since 2010.

Chambers was probably Dean Smith’s first priority signing but he repaid that loyalty multiple times over in a stellar Saddlers career that extended as long as it did because of how professionally Chambers looked after himself. A genuine giant of this football club, last year’s foot injury denied him a place in the all-time top 20 WFC appearances (he’s 22nd). An automatic choice for most of the decade, Chambers should also be hugely proud of the fact that he’s the only player to ever lead a Walsall team out at Wembley.

If I could’ve had a career playing for Walsall, I’m pretty sure I’d have been satisfied to have had one like the career Adam Chambers produced.

I also understand why Darrell Clarke handled the fact Chambers was out of contract last season, particularly as he wanted to bring his ‘own men’ into the dressing room. However, this football club would be significantly better for employing the man, the professional, the captain and all of that experience he brings in some capacity. He has too much to offer to let someone else tap into it.

Sam Mantom (CM)

2012 & 2012-16
Appearances – 153
Goals – 19

I’ll get the gripe out of the way first – the way he left us left a sour taste. We’d treated Mantom extremely well over the years. He got his break here, we went back for him, we carried him for a year after a mystery holiday injury, Smith sacrificed Michael Cain to squeeze his own player into a Wembley final… I could go on. That he repaid that by cashing in on Scunthorpe’s spendathon doesn’t sit well by me, irrespective of the crazy numbers Scunthorpe offered. I just felt like he owed us a year.

That said there were times in this decade where he was an irresistible force in the Walsall midfield. An initial loan spell bought immediate joy as Manton dovetailed beautifully with Florent Cuvelier. We won games we’d have almost certainly lost without the pair’s midfield drive and a decent spring enabled the team to enjoy a relatively comfortable April & May. Recruited again 12 months later, Mantom again did enough to justify the calls for the move to become permanent and the club turned an Albion youth product into a League One midfield force.

Most of the good Walsall displays across the decade have included input from Sam Mantom and it’s no coincidence that our March/April slip up in the 2015-16 promotion chase coincided with a dip in Mantom’s own form and performance. Similarly, when Mantom was good, then so were we. Nothing epitomised that more than the 0-4 win at Blackpool, where Mantom literally ran the game at his pace and the 0-1 win at Brentford where the fans need to win that day manifested itself in a Mantom performance full of drive and determination. Yes he took an early bath for two yellows but he tackled everything that moved that afternoon and plenty that didn’t.

If you want to know where the Walsall players were mentally on that afternoon at Brentford, have a look at the reaction when we scored and won. Don’t tell me they weren’t sending a message to their former manager.

Jamie Paterson (LM)

2010-13
Appearances – 101
Goals – 16

The best young footballer produced by the football club this decade.

The first Dean Smith youth product to get his chance in the Saddlers first XI. Obviously it helped that Smith was now manager but in reality he was that good it really didn’t matter who was manager. He was always breaking through.

Adept with both feet, lightening quick, a precocious dribbler with a genuine eye for goal, it was clear from very early on that we’d struggle to hang onto Paterson for long and so it proved. Indeed the only surprise is that he hasn’t gone on from his time in a Walsall shirt and been the player his talent suggested he’d become. However six straight seasons in the Championship is hardly a failure.

That season alongside Grigg and Brandy was truly exceptional, with the three of them frightening the life out of League One defences. Frustratingly they all only realised how devastating they truly were after another long winless run and once they fired, they were always playing catch up. Whilst time eventually beat them the sight of the trio in full flow was incredible. And whilst Brandy and Grigg were good, Paterson was simply on a different level.

From a selfish viewpoint, Paterson probably broke through 18 months too early. Just imagine what that 2015-16 team would’ve looked like with Jamie Paterson cutting in from out wide.

As an aside, I’m fairly convinced that the guy Dean Smith talks so positively about in his Birmingham University presentation is Pato.

Febian Brandy (RM)

2012-13 & 2014
Appearances – 57
Goals – 11

Oh Febian, if only you’d hung around. If only you’d seen the wood from the dollars, if only you’d seen in Dean Smith what he’d seen in you. And whilst Walsall was only a midway stop off on an eleven team signing spree, it was the place where you played most often, where you found consistency to match the talent and you were integral to what your manager was trying to build.

In some ways I get the Sheffield United deal – they were huge payers and the level was the same. However in so many other ways the move was madness, and that’s not hindsight talking. Going from big fish in small pond to small fish in a rather demanding lake was never going to end well.

I guess the first Walsall stint is the one everyone most fondly remembers but that first half hat trick at Notts County when returning on loan from the Blades was pretty special.

A player diminutive in stature but high in quality, Brandy had an ability to dribble and engage opponents in areas they really didn’t want to be. He also had a genuine cutting edge and whilst he wasn’t the greatest finished you’ve ever seen Brandy was one of those once in a blue moon players that make a travesty of where they’ve previously been and the free transfer tag that bought them to Walsall. Like Kyle Lightbourne, you had (and have) no idea how he’d never cracked it anywhere else.

Should have stayed, should have cracked it, should have stayed with a manager who understood him, should have been the player he genuinely could have been. Such a waste.

Romaine Sawyers (10)

2013-16
Appearances – 158
Goals – 19

Where do you start?

I tell you what, I’ll list his weaknesses first – he doesn’t score the amount of goals a player of his talent could. That’s it.

His strengths? Vision, ball control, passing range, football intelligence, weight of pass, control of games, the way he improves everyone around him, his ability to create time and space… you get the picture.

We’ve had a few very good players drop down the leagues and end up at Walsall over the years with Paul Merson being arguably the most naturally talented of them. When Merson started at Walsall his passing range was unreal, he saw things and did things I’ve never seen before, but he did the with some pretty good players around him. As the squad depleted and the standard dropped, so did Merson’s ability to do the things that took your breath away, partly due to the decline in the player but at least equally due to the fact that Merson was no longer working with players capable of operating on his wavelength. They didn’t see the things he did and he couldn’t operate at their level.

Romaine had that ability, Romaine could see what Craig Westcarr, Sam Mantom or Keiron Morris (no offence intended to any of them) saw. Romiane had everything you as a Walsall fan could wish to see. Not only was he the best footballer we’ve seen this decade he is one of the best footballers I’ve ever seen play for Walsall. He was that good.

Some saw laziness in the Sawyers mannerisms but they couldn’t have been more wrong. His post Walsall ascent, which will inevitably end in Premier League football is evidence of that. You don’t get where Sawyers has by playing when you feel like it. A genuine Rolls Royce of a Walsall player, a once in a generation talent who was fully appreciated by many but wasted on a few.

How we miss him now.

Tom Bradshaw (CF)

2014-16
Appearances – 86
Goals – 40

Easily the best striker of the decade. Indeed you have to go back to Jorge & Kyle to find a player who found the net so consistently. The first time I saw him I could see the potential and what we’d been missing became instantly obvious. The ability to drop short to link play then explode in the penalty area was top drawer and had those elastic bands Bradshaw had for hamstrings been just a little stronger his record of a goal every other game would arguably have been better given the amount of times we rested him for the last quarter of games that had already been won.

His first Walsall goal, at Port Vale, was quintessentially Bradshaw – one touch to receive the ball and one touch to score. And whilst he scored headers, tap ins, sniffer goals, one-on-ones, toe pokes and rockets the symmetry amongst them all was being in the right place at the right time and his unrivalled knack of hitting the target and at least asking a question of the goalkeeper. Indeed I’ve never seen any player in a Walsall shirt hit the target as regularly as Bradshaw.

The goal at Preston is the one we’ll always remember but in truth there were so many that most just blended into a haze of goalscoring beauty. There was a late lob over Doncaster’s goalkeeper that changed a point into three and a nerve calming early goal against Fleetwood, when we really needed a win, that stand out.

Strangely however my abiding memory of Tom Bradshaw will be Jon Whitney hauling him off at Barnsley when we were 0-3 down in the play-off semi. Absolutely everyone in the stadium looking at the Walsall touchline and wondering if they were seeing things.

Yes, he was off the pace (they all were) but right at the point that we needed a goal we hauled off the most likely player to nick one. Whatever Whitney was thinking, he was asking himself the wrong question and drawing entirely the wrong conclusion (the clues were always there btw). At that point, with promotion already blown, any chance we ever had of holding on to our prize asset was also lost.

That we attempted to replace Bradshaw with Andreas Makris tells you everything you need to know about Jeff Bonser’s final decade at the helm.

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So there it is. A team of the 2010s to celebrate.

If only we’d had them all out together, eh.

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Saddle Sore

After publishing a review of the decade on Wednesday, I think it’s fair to say the vast majority of readers found something in the piece that they could relate to.

We had a lot of positive reaction (thank you all so much) and it seemed to strike a chord with many. The overwhelming sense was we’d hit the mark and despite it being a little downbeat it was hard to spin much positivity on what we’ve seen since New Year’s Eve 2009.

It also prompted someone who spent a lifetime chronicling everything Saddlers to reach out and offer his thoughts and opinion on both the past decade and where we find ourselves today.

Paul Marston saw just about everything in his near sixty years covering Walsall. And, whilst he’s officially retired these days, he was keen to do a follow up piece that conveyed his thoughts on the current situation at The Banks’s.

Anyone who listened to his opinions during a couple of headline appearances on the Express & Star’s Bescot Beat this time last year know that he’s honest, forthright and doesn’t suffer fools, underperforming players or landlords, easily.

Paul also called our run to relegation long before many saw it coming and warned us of ignoring what was happening at Notts County at our peril. And blimey he was right.

We really appreciate Paul’s kind offer to contribute the below and David Evans (@DSadlad) for helping Paul make contact.

Enjoy.

SADDLE SORE

By PAUL MARSTON

IF new Walsall owner Leigh Pomlett is considering a New Year resolution for the second half of another disappointing season so far, I’ve got one for him.

It’s this, and it’s guaranteed to be popular with the long-suffering fans who, until fairly recently, must have cringed when, as the team took the field, the stadium announcer urged them to welcome ‘The Pride of the Midlands’.

Now likeable Leigh should ban any manager, coach or spokesman delivering those hated words: “Please remember this club is punching above it’s weight”.

Years ago they might have got away with it when the Super Saddlers were beating the likes of Manchester United and Newcastle United in the FA Cup and even Wolves and the Baggies in league games. But surely not now.

The club is based in one of the largest towns in England – 13th, I think – and should be able to support a Championship team, let alone one in League 2, despite the fact that many people have been driven away to watch the neighbouring bigger clubs.

Profits are made every year, although some supporters will no doubt claim that was because of former owner Jeff Bonser’s Scrooge-like policy. So how come the team under Dean Smith reached a Wembley final for the first time in its history – the 2015 Johnstone’s Paint Trophy – with a huge 70,000-plus crowd, and sells good players, yet ends up with a hapless side that slides into the Football League basement without a whimper?

It’s unbelievable. Maybe Mr B would point out that a long-established club like Bury won promotion to League 1 last season on other people’s money and have ended up going bust, out of the Football League, and now, apparently, heading for re-form in about the 10th tier of soccer.

We obviously don’t want that scenario at Bescot, but let’s get back to that pathetic phrase ‘punching above their weight’ .

Why do small clubs climb out of non-league football and overtake Walsall?

Little Fleetwood, who can only just manage about 2,000 fans at home games, are currently in League 1 and hoping for a play-off place which could lead to a Championship spot next season; Burton Albion have had a spell in the Championship and are now comfortable in League 1; Forest Green lie sixth in League 2;  Cheltenham are now in an automatic promotion spot; Salford City are above the Saddlers;  Accrington are doing fine in League 1; and Wycombe are top of League 1 by some distance.

And I can remember the last Walsall game I attended at Bournemouth and put 50p in a bucket – ok, I’m a bit tight – to help keep the Cherries alive. Look at them now….living it up in the Premier League and regulars on Match of the Day !

Now that’s what you could call punching above your weight. Makes you sick, doesn’t it?

I was inspired to write this piece after reading Darren Fellows’ excellent review of the last ten years which began, rightly, with the word…..DECAY.

As a local journalist I covered Walsall games for over 50 years and have loved the club, many of its players, managers and owners and I count many of its wonderful supporters as my friends. It’s been a roller coaster ride, but even in the difficult days at Fellows Park when fans of local neighbouring clubs sent in a few bob to help the club going, there was always a real warmth and happiness about the Saddlers.

Compare them with the sinking Saddlers and our tired stadium which already looks old fashioned and is in desperate need of smartening up…..or even rebuilding.  What a wonderful opportunity the club missed to provide something for the town and fans with a bit of style and pride when they cashed in on dear old Fellows Park to a supermarket chain all those years ago.

Where do Walsall go from here? Onwards and upwards, I hope. And the way the fans turned out at Northampton for the opening game of the season shows what support the new chairman can expect if he gets this great old club moving in the right direction again. Good luck to him, he seems a really good guy.

I had great hopes before the season began when Mr Pomlett recruited new manager Darrell Clarke, who had proved his ability with two promotions for Bristol Rovers. Must admit I have been disappointed with his performance so far, particularly his tinkering with the team…..surely he must know his best side by now.

When did Walsall last have FOUR strikers, but unfortunately they have been firing blanks so far this season. At least it seems we are safe from relegation with troubled clubs below the Saddlers in the basement league.

But their current plight is something I warned about on the Express and Star Podcast well before the end of last season. I suggested people take a look at Notts County’s perilous position – now the oldest club in the Football League are playing non league football….along with the likes of Wrexham, Hartlepool, Darlington, Chesterfield, Halifax, Stockport County, Barrow, Torquay United, Yeovil and Barnet who have all been our regularl opponents in the past.

So look out Saddlers, Solihull Moors are after your spot. Now that really would be someone punching above their weight, but it could happen.

SOS – Save Our Saddlers. Wonder if Jeff sent Leigh a nice cheque for Christmas ?

Here’s my 50p, anyway !

FOOT-BALL NOTE: Walsall have regularly provided excellent players for bigger clubs over the years, and now my friend and former skipper Dean Smith – who took us to Wembley – is the boss at Villa Park. Wonder if he could push a few decent players Walsall’s way ?  Just a thought.

Don’t Look Back In Anger – a 2010’s Review

A View of the Decade

Decay. We resemble featherless battery hen whose laying days have come to an end. Fed and watered just enough to be kept sufficiently alive to lay the 450000 eggs we needed to justify the bother, deprived of anything beyond what was absolutely necessary to keep us laying. Skin and bones, bereft of light, an remunerative pulse with a depressing existence.

Yes we’ve recently been rehomed, but this ugly mess won’t be beautified overnight.

We lost our identity, our mojo, any semblance of sporting ambition. We lost faith, patience and, eventually, our status as the decline in standards, investment and ambition infected every part of the business. We lost managers, players and, most importantly, supporters who simply gave up “whilst he’s still there” and had found something better to do by the time he’d gone.

Most significantly however, we lost the USP that bought most of us together. Maybe it’s the same everywhere but I always felt we were different. We were a cup team, a big game team, a team always looking for a nose to bloody. Yes, we’d inevitably trip up in games we should never really lose and got beat as many times as we won but there was an insular mentality to supporting Walsall and a defiance carved from years of living in the shadows of the delusion of others. We were different to them, we knew who we were – we were Walsall.

So who are we and what the hell does “We are Walsall FC” actually mean these days? I know it comes from the same marketing geniuses that delivered the bullshit that was “My Club My Town” (I’ll ignore the Birmingham Walsall thing) and “I believe” on the eve that every out of contact player departed. But we haven’t been a cup team in decades, we’re not exactly a big game team and apart from Sheffield United and Nottingham Forest we don’t dish many bloody noses out any more.

In truth, We are Walsall is about as hollow as annually celebrating 19 years of profit, whilst owing circa £2m and watching the status and self-respect of the club continually erode.

“Championship ambitions” they regularly said. A claim every bit as hollow as it ever was lofty. Strangely, this was often followed five to seven months later with a managerial change in a desperate attempt to keep us in the division. Us punters listened but I seriously doubt that many truly believed it.

Championship ambitions required a plan. Words, as the season ticket selling hashtags always proved, are worthless on their own. Then again, you can’t really go into every season saying “Our budget is uncompetitive and we’ll do well to survive” without losing even more credibility than you already have.

If Leigh Pomlett does one thing over his tenure at the club I hope he recognises the absence of identity and USP. Similarly, the mute arrogance that fuelled the like it or fuck off to Luton, Bournemouth or Rotherham sentiment has no place in a business with so few customers and by his actions Pomlett seems to recognise this every bit as much as those who abandoned us under the previous farmer.

I’ll leave readers to draw their own conclusions to the Bonser legacy. For me however, to leave a football team poorer than the one he purchased three decades earlier is a pretty defining achievement. And that first Bescot team was nothing short of fucking awful.

The early days of Leigh Pomlett’s tenure have been characterised by bridge building and reaching out, not only to the survivors but also those who walked away. The free beer, the letters of thank you, the visibility and openness of communication demonstrate the direction of travel and desire to reconnect.

I wish Leigh well. We’re unquestionably better than what we’d been allowed to become and make no mistake, it’s pretty clear that any further decay carries the very real threat of the loss of Football League status.

Goal of the Decade

Easy. Tom Bradshaw at PNE. There were a lot of ghosts extinguished that night and a lot of high end performances. Richard O’Donnell kept us in it, particularly early on, as we somehow survived Preston’s first half onslaught. His save from Jermaine Beckford was truly as good as you will ever see. How he got that much of a hand on the ball I’ll never know. The back four and midfield were incredible, working flat out all night to (a) keep the opponent at bay and (b) to establish a foothold in the tie. Romaine covered miles trying to fuse the huge efforts of what at times felt like a flat back eight behind him into some kind of attacking spark, whilst Tom Bradshaw fed on scraps, maintaining sufficient threat to ensure Preston’s fullbacks didn’t push on too far and the centre backs held station.

In truth it’s a game we probably should’ve lost, and have lost many times. Preston were generally better and stronger then we were, but they just ran into a team who were beginning to realise how competitive they could be and a striker at the absolute peak of his game.

I promise you, had you offered me 0-0 in the 81st minute I’d have undoubtedly have taken it. I’d readily accept that it had evolved into a 50/50 game at that point but you just knew that the away side (us) would sit back in the last few minutes and take a draw. Or so you thought you knew.

When Romaine was fouled within sight of the edge of the box and Anthony Forde beautifully wrong-footed the goalkeeper, the repercussions were significant. In that single moment, the belief of one team grew exponentially and the other psychologically imploded as the cushion of an away lead and the knowledge that the return tie was now resembling bit of a mountain seismically clashed.

Preston pushed forward, desperately searching for an equalising olive branch but you could see their shape and discipline becoming increasingly frayed. Mentally and physically they were shot and you didn’t need to specialise in the psychology of football to recognise it, it was that blatantly obvious. They were there for the taking and we had eight minutes and a bit of stoppage time to finish them off. But were we brave enough? Or was 1-0 enough?

And then the moment came. Like all great predators, he saw it from miles away and adjusted his run to maximise the error without creating alarm. Like a big cat waiting to pounce, timing was everything. Go too early and the chance won’t arrive, go too late and you’ll not get there. Then, as James Baxendale’s closing down pressed his opponent into an over-hit and blind pass, Bradshaw instinctively pounced. It wasn’t a gamble run or a flyer, it was a calculated exploitation of a tired defensive error. One touch later he had the whites of the goalkeeper’s eyes in right front of him and, to be honest, a lot to do with little to aim at and almost no margin for error.

But he was never going to miss. Never. Ever. Going. To Miss.

Because the genuine predators don’t. Three seconds later Bradshaw had somehow squeezed the ball through the goalkeeper’s legs and as it rolled between the posts, the away end exploded in a Wembley bound frenzy. There was to be no denying us this time.

One error, one opportunistic moment, one beautifully precise finish, one tie over. Given the prize on offer, it has to be goal and moment of the decade.

Performance of the Decade

I think we painfully saw two from Bristol City. That Wembley shut out, whilst incredibly disappointing was significantly contributed to by an outstanding Bristol City team and performance. In the midst of a run for the League One Championship they comfortably brushed aside a very good, albeit partially unfit, Saddlers team. Similarly the 8-2 final day hammering might have been different on any other Saturday (or Sunday) during the regular season but free from the shackles of pressure and facing a team interested in going toe to toe they ran us properly ragged in a savage second half display.

As for Walsall, the aforementioned win at Preston is right up there. Blackpool 0-4 was similarly mighty impressive as were a couple of wins against Sheffield United and the 5 goal blitz of Port Vale. I’ll also always cherish the 1-0 FA Cup win at Brentford, with special mention for whoever designed the Griffin Park layout. That Smith had to cross us (wasn’t the first time he’d done that) before and after each half was beautifully awkward. If Leigh wants to know what #WeAreWalsall is truly about, could I suggest he has a deep think back to that afternoon because that was this football club at our very best.

Despite that, I’ll go for the 1-0 win at Molineux, where we not only won but won comfortably with a score line that flattered the opponent more than it ever did us.

The opening 45 minutes was a pass perfect demonstration of how to hold possession, move the ball around the opponent and stretch them into shapes and areas of the pitch they really didn’t want to go. After 35 minutes I looked at the stats on my phone and we’d had 74% possession and whilst it levelled out over the final hour we dominated the ball and the game so much that the only shock was it took us so long to score.

When the goal came it was inevitable who scored and so deserving for a player who in revitalising his career gave so much to this football club.

In truth we probably ran into Wolves at the right time, as the transition from relegation was incomplete but given the resources they had and the players at Kenny Jackett’s disposal it was still a monumental win. Indeed had the referee rightly dismissed Carl Ikeme for hand ball midway through the second half then the result could’ve been even better.

There were better wins, more important games and results than this in the decade but given the location, given the quality of opponent and given what it always means this has to be the stand out performance.

And whilst I don’t for one moment believe that our twitter account was ‘hacked’ the post that followed the final whistle was the stuff of legend.

Transfer of the Decade.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda, might have been Troy Deeney. Oh how Leigh Pomlett could’ve used that elusive 20% sell on that never was. Fair play to the lad however, I genuinely respect his loyalty to Watford. Indeed, if only a certain manager had repaid a few ounces of the faith his employer put in him……

Given that the windfall never came, I guess that It has to be Pomlett. We’ve long become a second rate beer trader devoid of sporting identity or ambition. The decay on the pitch increasingly replicating itself in a tired and out of date infrastructure, some of which was masked by the olive branches of hope we enjoyed as the Dean Smith era matured.

Post Smith the rate of decay hasn’t changed, it’s just become increasing amplified by the awful fayre on offer each Saturday afternoon. Smith, and his infamous five year plan, were light years in front of a tired and out of ideas board headed by a woefully out of touch collector of rent. And whilst I will never accept Smith’s defection to Brentford was anything other than self-serving and a slap in the face to the incredible loyalty he’d been shown here, it’s pretty clear that he could see the financial wood from the trees.

Pre-Bosman you used to be able to fund a football team by flogging a carvery alongside a few barrels of sponsored lager a week and maybe persuading Villa to turn out in late July. But as parachute payments and eye watering Championship wages polluted the thinking and actions of our competitors we failed to respond. Sunday markets, wedding fayres and yet another M6 advertising board isn’t and will never be the answer that it once was. And nothing summed up just how out of touch the whole club had become more than Roy Chubby Brown being booked to appear at the stadium. The desperate need to shift a few gallons of Fosters and budget Stella compromising the importance of doing and be seen to be doing the right thing. Indeed, how that booking sits alongside the Kick It Out and Rainbow Laces campaigns I have absolutely no idea and whoever sanctioned it should’ve been sacked long before any contract was signed.

Blessedly Bonser has now departed the scene, albeit still collecting on his investment and Pomlett has six and a half years to extricate us from the tentacles that choke sporting progress.

The excitement of his takeover has been somewhat quenched by on-field performance, however I think the vast majority see and sympathise with the level of challenge in front of him both on and off the field of play. He’s a smart operator – he will get it right but we know it’ll take time.

There is lots to do. As noted earlier, three decades of hubristic incommunicado will take a lot of repairing.

On pitch progress will take several transfer windows to repair and mature. This is an inevitable conclusion of the long and painful sporting suffocation by starvation of funding and lost ambition.

Equally, the frustration at the poor matchday experience is rooted in in the inanition of progress. Toilets that wouldn’t have been out of place at Fellows Park, leaking ceilings in the Bescot Bar, beer pulls that struggle to pull a pint a minute and the unfit for purpose digital board (did anyone consider the distance from the Floors-To-Go before signing it off?) are obvious examples. Similarly, one cash turnstile and a three window ticket office leave queues that are frustratingly slow and discourage late arrival.

I have no doubt that Pomlett will get things right, both on and off the pitch, but he needs time, patience and support to rehabilitate a football club that has been off its feet (and I’m being kind here) for quite a while.

What Could Have Been Better

Erm, where do we start?

I’d have genuinely loved Dean Keates to have been the manager we all wanted him to be. Sean O’Driscoll, Doncaster could have nicked a last minute goal at Burton, the second half at Barnsley, almost every January transfer window, the Wembley no-show, the home game vs Wolves – where just a few let quite a lot down, the blind Radio WM reaction that followed, our home form generally – I could go on.

But, in hindsight, I’ll go for the January 2016 transfer window. As a club and fan base we were so preoccupied with holding onto the assets we had, we inexcusably lost sight of what transfer windows are for – improving your squad. That smug, self-congratulatory twitter gif of the shutter doors closing as we hung on to Bradshaw, Sawyers and Henry will haunt me forever.

There wasn’t a better side in the division as 2015 moved into 2016 but in focussing on hanging onto the three jewels in that team the club overlooked the impact that the loss of George Evans would have. Sat alongside Adam Chambers, Evans had the mobility, nous and ability to compliment the positional sense of his captain and his recall and subsequent transfer to Reading left an almighty hole that never got filled.

Sean O’Driscoll signed Bryn Morris as a replacement for Evans, which was a bit like replacing Dean Smith with Jon Whitney. He made one non-descript substitute appearance, but still lasted longer than the manager who recruited him.

Yes, hindsight is brilliant at shedding light on mistakes you never saw coming – and amongst the relief of keeping the team together very few of us foresaw the omission to improve as an issue. But that is the job that others are employed to do and to this day we’ve been paying for the failing on this.

A Few Mentions

Febian Brandy. How good could you have been had you not been blinded by chasing the dough? Will Grigg. My contempt has no bounds, the modern player who took, took and then took. Of his final three year deal, he did so little that WFC were happy to run it down and see how the land lay, then the moment he realised what the sticks at the ends for the pitch were there for he was off in a shot. Richard O’Kelly. Whilst Dean Smith took the brunt of the flak from those questioning his loyalty, O’Kelly walked out relatively unscathed. That December day in 2015 was the umpteenth time that pink cap man had walked out on us – something the club should remember and ensure he doesn’t get the opportunity to do again. Luke Leahy, Andy Cook, Morgan Ferrier. There’s little left to say that hasn’t been said. One thing I would add is that no matter how shite we are today I’ve never once missed any of them.

Jamie Paterson. Most will have Rico Henry as the most talented product of the decade but it was Paterson for me. The first Smith youth product, Paterson had everything you could want in a young footballer and his lack of progress post-Walsall has always surprised me. He was better than a fringe player at Forest and Bristol City. Romaine Sawyers. I’ll be honest, I lost my rag with him once (towards the end), where we conceded after he lost the ball and didn’t track back. I realise that I’d taken him for granted. As a self-admitted Bradshaw fanboy I always saw Romaine as the assist to the main act but what a player he was and is. I hated the fact he signed for Smith at Brentford but his subsequent move to West Bromwich Albion will end with him deservedly playing Premier League football. If you booed him or called him lazy, please give your head a wobble, then show me a more gifted footballer that’s played for Walsall – I’ll wait. Tom Bradshaw our best finisher since Jorge, I thought he’d fire us to the Championship and keep us there. How we miss you now.

Nods of respect to Clayton Ince, James Walker, Nicky Featherstone, James Baxendale, Craig Westcarr, James Chambers, Rico Henry, Keiron Morris, Richard O’Donnell, Emanuel Ledesma, Neil Etheridge, Jason Demitriou, James O’Connor, Jason McCarthy, Scott Laird and Erhun Oztumer. You made much of the decade bearable.

(Late Edit) George Dobson – or in particular George’s Titanic goal against Northampton. I honestly thought I was ready for League 2 football right until the moment that sweeping move raised the Banks’s roof, but my reaction proved I was kidding myself. I wasn’t the only one however as the collective explosion of joy and relief as Dobson’s right footer curled beyond Richard O’Donnell was utterly spectacular. It was unequivocally the home moment of the decade. Quite how we failed to build on that moment of emphatic unity, and actually got worse, I’ll never know.

Andy Butler. The seed where the mid-decade revival was born. Butler admits his career was going nowhere on the day he joined but the drive, motivation and leadership he demonstrated infected a football club that was desperate for a leader. If you never saw the 1998/99 team and want to know what they epitomised have a look at Andy Butler and his qualities. He wouldn’t have been out of place in that first Graydon team.

Adam Chambers. Everything you ever wanted a Walsall player to be. A magnificent ambassador for the football club off the pitch and an incredible force on it. It’s been 18 months since he last kicked a football and we still haven’t replaced him. 331 appearances with two goals, both in his first ten games meant that there was only one midfield place available for the majority of the decade. A captain who led by example and an integral figure in every good Walsall performance, run, win and achievement since 2010. Whilst Butler might be the populist choice, Chambers is undoubtedly my player of the decade.

Hopes for the Future

Generally I think the owner is demonstrating that he’s on the right track, has a vision for the football club and sporting desire that’s been missing for too long. I absolutely trust him to turn this mess around.

Apart from that? Patience. An acceptance of how far we’ve fallen, where we are and just how long it will take to make it back. This never was a one year bottom tier tour.

Similarly, we can’t keep sacking managers –

  • Mullen (pre-2010) was the cheap option. He was hopeless.
  • Hutchings was the choice of no-one apart from Jeff. He was hopeless.
  • Smith was supposed to be temporary. He survived a number of long winless runs to prove a success
  • O’Driscoll was the overwhelming choice with the best CV. He was hopeless.
  • Whitney was the continuity choice. He was hopeless.
  • Keates was the up & coming manager with a history and understanding of the club. He was hopeless.
  • O’Connor picked up the ashes of the Keates era with the instruction to keep us up. We won once.

Darrell Clarke was the overwhelming choice with a proven CV and record of getting out this division. He has much still to prove and many to convince but if we did sack him (and we absolutely shouldn’t) what in our recent history suggests that we’ll locate and hire a better manager? As with Smith, I believe that we need to ride the ups & downs, give him a number of transfer windows to build and judge him then. I dread to think how many players we haven’t been able to sign because we’re paying off the two and three year deals of failed managers. This has to stop.

Elsewhere, Pomlett and his board need to rebuild the business model so it can adequately feed a competitive playing budget. Be inventive with solutions to antiquated infrastructure;

  • If beer pulls are slow and expensive to replace then introduce stand-alone [plastic] bottle bars and give folks the choice to queue or drink.
  • Accept that on a matchday the ticket office is unfit for purpose and a deterrent for late arrivals. If we have to be cashless at all but one turnstile why can’t I tap & pay. In every other area of retail I can pay £22 by tapping my card, so why can’t people do this at a turnstile? It’s cheaper and easier than a rebuild.
  • Follow up season ticket non-renewals. My son had a season ticket from 6 years old to 19. No one ever asked why he didn’t renew. He went to university but that’s not the point, I’m sure there’s something they could’ve sold him (me).

Apart from that, the obvious ones around promotion and land ownership.

We must prioritise reacquainting the land we play on with the football club. There’s little point in regurgitating the obvious but the sooner we’re completely clear of the clutches of the previous regime the better.

On and off the pitch we are the identikit third tier football club and have been for generations – nowhere near financially strong enough to sustain more than a couple of seasons at the next level up but equally equipped enough to anticipate not being at the level below for too long. I never accepted the punching above our weight tag and never will. All I ever see (and saw) in this was a convenient mask for an underperforming board to hide behind. We have to return there, relatively quickly and in a position to sustain a football club there.

At this level, as Chesterfield proved, you’re only a bad twelve months away from absolute disaster, whereas you can get away with the past 18 we’ve had if you have the buffer of a relegation to play with. If we repeat that, or have a genuine nightmare winter, then Dover, Boreham Wood and Barrow await. And it’s a hell of a long way back from that.

The TwentyTwenties have to be better, right?