Black Boots and Football Pinks: 50 Lost Wonders of the Beautiful Game
By Daniel Gray
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Goalkeepers in trousers, proper division names, turf patterns, pixelated scoreboards and, of course, Saturday evening pink newspapers... They were the gritty stardust that made football sparkle.
Here, 50 such wonders are drawn together with evocative charm before they slip from memory forever. Dedicating a chapter to each wonder, Daniel Gray's pieces read more like love letters than essays.
Here is a sentimental meander beneath main-stand clocks and through streets where children still play football. Written in the same wistful and whimsical style as Gray's much-admired previous book, Saturday, 3pm, the unashamedly nostalgic Black Boots and Football Pinks will warm the heart and prompt fond sighs of recognition.
Gray's words preserve on paper the relics and minutiae of a shared obsession and identity. They make yesterday's football feel within touching distance, and offer cosy refuge from a boisterous game and world.
Daniel Gray
Daniel Gray is a writer, broadcaster and magazine editor from York. He has published a host of critically acclaimed books on football and social history, edits Nutmeg magazine and presents the When Saturday Comes podcast. Daniel has presented history programmes on television and written for the BBC. His previous book, The Silence of the Stands, was shortlisted for Football Book of the Year at the Sunday Times Sports Book Awards 2023. @d_gray_writer
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Black Boots and Football Pinks - Daniel Gray
1
Multiple cup replays
There can never be too much football. For some of us, it is there to block out things we struggle to understand. The longer we can keep the curtains drawn, the better. League games, domestic cup games, European games, summer tournaments. Even, in desperation, pre-season friendlies. Play on, give us excess of it. If anything, there should be more of it, cheering and speeding up our weekdays too – imagine how much faster an afternoon would shunt along if there were scores to check up on or radio commentaries. We do not have to be there; it is just reassuring to know that football is going on.
When penalty shoot-outs toppled the limitless cup replay, we lost one such caterer to our excessive needs. An eternal fountain was stemmed, sealed and left to decay. No more winter nights of two teams inseparable, clutched together in a rigid deadlock through a dozen kick-offs and six equalising goals. Such an impromptu string of games was the nearest football got to a Test match series. On day one, a scoreless draw meaning a Wednesday night 2–2, and that after extra-time. Then, another 120-minute impasse, and a further replay.
When the stand-off was at last settled by one team’s slender victory, it seemed both a shock and faintly bad-mannered. The players were now familiar with one another. There was mutual respect among persistent equals – perhaps friendships across the halfway line bloomed. Supporters knew opposition players as well as they knew their own. They were on nodding terms with away-end stewards. Both managers had run out of tactical insight or game plans, and relied only on prising yet more effort from their charges and the hope of a fluke goal. Interminable replays bred a grudging form of solidarity.
There was much to admire in just how thoroughly equal the two teams were. In its own way, the repetitious cup tie was like watching two boxing greats jousting for hours on end. Again and again, these two teams cancelled one another out. Each attacking manoeuvre was met by a mirror defensive reaction. Everything was null and void, with each occasional goal struck dead by a leveller. It was either the height of sporting contest, or a symptom of goal-scoring ineptitude. Probably both.
By the third or fourth game, replay footballers were clobbered by a seismic breed of tiredness. Everything hurt, inside and out. On pitches of clumpy grass and sinewy mud, they had run pointless marathons with no finish line. Then, after seven or nine hours of slog, a saggy, weary, clumsy, drooping, floppy goal would end it all. Two hitherto disparate clubs now had an infamous period in common, a holiday romance beneath floodlights.
2
Spontaneous atmosphere
On that divine and hopeful strut to the match, there were the sounds you passed and those you went towards. Drifting by the mouthy callers selling programmes, lotto tickets and burgers, and the soloists and choristers intoxicated by ale and nerves singing their hymns in an unknown key, your ears guided you ever forwards to a fixed target. The football ground was speaking to you. Its muffled din of announcements and tinny records summoned and beckoned.
Walking these streets that on Saturdays were surely yours, it could be heard beneath everything. It was an entirely pleasant form of tinnitus, a comforting sound lining your ear. It was faint background noise, as pleasant as birdsong or a milkman’s whistling. It intruded upon nothing, and seemed barely louder inside the ground than outside. The announcer’s voice was smothered. Though the player names read out in the line-ups were familiar, it took effort and strain to decipher them, as if someone was whispering at you through a gas mask. There may then have been run-out music, but it was easily overcome by throttling applause and furtive chants. Then the supporters were left to it. They made their own noise.
There was no juggernaut sound system vibrating the sky, no pre-match bombast. Atmosphere was spontaneous, impulsive. There was no hint of a choreographed experience or spectacle, no ear-smashing dance anthems raging right up until the referee’s whistle, no cacophonous announcer telling you to ‘make some noise’. Merely, a few thousand people singing and cajoling in those bullish and utopian minutes prior to kick-off.
That went for scoring a goal, too. Scoring is a fundamental of why we bother. Everything is about scoring. Everything leads there and everything results from the act. When the ball goes into the net there comes over us a bliss and forgetfulness quite impossible to find elsewhere. It is the reward for our sufferance, our money spent and the justification for our obsession. In the seconds after a goal is scored there is euphoria both personal and communal – first, our own unbridled, abandoned joy; then, a second wave of noise and arms around the person next to us. These days though, in some high turret an announcer is already cueing up after-goal music as leather hits string. When the game finishes, he kills your roars, boos and elated or heartbroken chatter with news of club-shop opening hours and ticket details, quickly followed by the residues of his tired music collection. It is like being in a conversation throughout which somebody goes out of their way to talk over you.
To think that in those better days, standing and listening to the matchday hubbub gave you the same cosy feeling as being in bed, listening to a gale ruffling the roof tiles.
3
Proper division names
For a century, all was simple. The laws of mathematics, and not marketing, were obeyed. Even when there was a slight deviation, it had the effect of adding richness and clarity; there is something grounded about ‘Third Division North’ and ‘Third Division South’, something reassuringly factual. It feels more of a clarification than a change. Now, a division is frequently called a league, and the fourth tier is named ‘two’.
Classification and rank have value in football. Supporters wallow happily in this snobbery. The relegation of a rival club is not just a sporting setback, it is a humiliation as they are cut adrift, demoted to some wilderness or afterlife. ‘Down to League One’, though, does not have the same degree of doom and aspersion as did ‘Down to the Third Division’. It is softer, a mild rebuke where once we had in our vocal arsenal a reserve of piquant tirade. Falling to The Championship sounds like a compensation, where a lapse into the Second Division reclassified you and very distinctly announced that you were now of a lower set.
The rebranding of divisions has removed an edge, made proceedings less enjoyably cruel. No longer is that rival feathered and tarred. There is, too, a softening of feeling in gaining promotion – so much less drama and depth in rising from Championship to Premier League, rather than the giant leap from second world to first.
Renaming has blurred what was sure and plucked confusion from what