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| Stair Park, Stranraer |
Game: Stranraer 1
vs. 1 Arbroath
Date: 11th
August 2012
Competition: Scottish Football
League Division 2
Attendance: 290
Admission: £12
Programme: £2
I’ve
learnt the hard-way that a 14 hour round trip to Stranraer is not best
undertaken with a hangover. When my alarm went off at 8am on Saturday morning I
was cursing myself and wishing I’d foregone that last pint at 3am.
So
I found myself dozing off on the Citylink on the M8 on the way from Edinburgh
to Glasgow and then floating down Buchanan Street in a hungover haze to Central
Station. Central Station is a wonderful station but it didn’t feel that way
then hundreds of families and young people hogging the concourse as they made
their way to west coast beaches to enjoy that rare commodity: Scottish
sunshine.
Remaindered
carriages took us passengers westward to Paisley and then south down the
Ayrshire coast towards our eventual destination. It must be said that once
south of Ayr, the views can be spectacular on this line: Carrick looks
fantastic, Ailsa Craig looks unworldly and as you enter Galloway the landscape
reminds you more of the Highlands than the South of Scotland. Adding to the
Highlands flavour was the fact you lose phone reception for much of the journey
between Girvan and Barrhill and Barrhill to Stranraer.
Two
hours and twenty minutes after our train left Glasgow Central we find ourselves
passing Stair Park, home of Stranraer Football Club and into Stranraer harbour.
Exiting the train, you can look right and literally see the end of the line,
beyond it, Loch Ryan.
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| Abandoned ferry terminal at Stranraer |
As
you leave the train station you see what remains of what once was a thriving
port. Several times I’ve been in Stranraer briefly to catch the ferry to
Northern Ireland, but that is no longer the case. Stena Line closed its
operations in Stranraer to move a few miles along to the road to Cairnryan,
with a deep water port. It now means that the famous ‘Rail & Sail’ deals
from Glasgow to Belfast and vice versa no longer run and Stranraer is entering
a critical time as a town. It’s because of the withdrawal of the harbour that I
find myself here so early in the season. The Scottish Government has launched a
scheme for £15 return rail tickets between Stranraer and Glasgow for the whole
of August and September to stimulate economic development and encourage
tourism. I question the wisdom of how cutting train fares by 65% will work for
just two months, but then perhaps the fact I am here indicates its success.
After
a short walk I find myself in Stair Park, which contains Stair Park the
football ground. This is a bit of a novelty for a football ground and it looks
fantastic, tennis courts, playpark and most magnificently of all, a bandstand.
It’s idyllic. As I approach the turnstile, there is a fair bit of excitement
coming from the cars parked in the park – it turns out Peterhead have taken a
lead over Rangers in the lunchtime game in SFL3. The smiles of those near the
cars would suggest that there’s quite a few closet Peterhead fans living in
Stranraer...perhaps there’s solidarity for their brothers in blue playing in
the very opposite corner of the country?
I
pay my £12 at the turnstile and I’m given a teamsheet featuring the line-ups
for today’s game as well as advertising for all manner of local businesses.
Quite a clever idea and one I’d like to see replicated across the country. I
pay for my programme and a couple of tickets for the half-time draw (surely if
I play every week I can recoup some of my expenses at some point?). The
programme, Beyond the Bandstand (what a title), is a very well put together
production which puts Falkirk’s efforts last weekend to shame with features on
Arbroath’s squad as well as a profile of the town itself, a historical feature
of when Rangers came to play at Stair Park, football book reviews and a profile
of other European leagues, an acknowledgement that there is much more to
football programmes that anodyne features and adverts for the club shop.
What
was also noticeable in the programme was the chairman’s column where he
recognised that this season could be a long one for the club – they were only
promoted to Division 2 in the last month after the Rangers debacle and the
previous weekend were on the receiving end of an 8-0 home tonking from
Livingston. There was a heartfelt appeal to support the club as much as each
individual fan could as well as asking to bring others along to Stair Park. As
I sat on the wooden benches in the far-stand, I couldn’t imagine why anyone
wouldn’t want to come to this smashing wee park – in front of me was an
impressive main stand, to the right was a covered three stepped terrace, to my
left was a tree lined goal and I was sitting in a proper ‘old-fashioned’ stand
that reminded me greatly of my first games at Easter Road sitting in the old North
Stand. At that moment, one of my friends tweeted that he was in place at
Wembley for the Olympic final, but in all honesty, I wouldn’t have swapped the
authentic Stair Park for the corporate dwellings of the FA. But then I’ve
always been quite strange.
I
even had a reason for not wanting to enjoy this visit. Stranraer FC were
responsible for my first falling out of love with football when I was 11 years
old. Hibs had just been relegated to the First Division and I went to the first
home game of the season, against Stranraer who had just been promoted.
Stranraer caused a shock and beat Hibs 2-1 through goals from Jason Young (I
can still remember them now) that caused me such heartache that I couldn’t bare
to watch Hibs the rest of that record breaking season where they went on to
dominate the First Division and swiftly gain promotion back to the SPL. I
couldn’t bring myself to go to game in fear that I’d become a bad luck charm
and could effectively derail our chances of success. So I deprived myself of
the arrival of Russell Latapy and Franck Sauzee and the start of an exciting
era at my club because of bloody Stranraer.
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| Arbroath player-manager Paul Sheerin launches a ball forward |
I
digress (and now hold no grudges). The game got underway in the glorious sun with
Arbroath looking the better of the two sides as you would expect. Arbroath
player manager Paul Sheerin looked lively on the left as his team edged the
proceedings early on. Playing alongside Sheerin was Brian Kerr, a former Hibs
player who from a very promising start at Motherwell has plummeted down the
divisions and still doesn’t look like he has found his level. Much like Barry
Ferguson, I cannot understand what Kerr does apart from dominate proceedings in
the centre circle and do a lot of pointing.
As
their chairman pointed out in his programme notes, it looked like it was going
to be a tough season for Stranraer, in this Division 2 season opener. They
haven’t had the summer to budget and plan their squad accordingly and they
currently have a small squad. Perhaps loan signings might help them but due to
their geographic location they are restricted to the number of clubs that would
be willing for their young prospects to travel. As Arbroath began to tighten
their control of the game, it looked only a matter of time before they put
themselves in the lead, a lofted shot from Steven Doris hit the bar to compliment
the half volley near miss from Darren Gribben earlier on.
The
match was much more of the rough and tumble fare that one would expect of the
lower leagues, much more so that the Berwick-Queen’s Park from a fortnight ago.
There was a lack of ability to find that neat pass in the final third so the
ball tended to be played out to the wings and lumped into box in the hope that
something would come off. It was a cross from Stranraer’s impressive Sean
Winter that proved the most effective in the first half, met by the hairless
Michael Moore who powerfully headed home to give the home side the lead in a
match that they had struggled to get a foot in.
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| A Stranraer attack late in the first half |
The
goal brought Arbroath back to life who hit the bar and missed a free header
just before half time to go in a goal down in a game they, for the most part,
had controlled. Over half time and an average pie, I contemplated titles of
songs about Stranraer such as ‘The Ferry Don’t Dock Here No More’ (a country
tune obviously) and ‘Sunshine over Stair Park’. Like I said, I was hungover and
my even at the best of times my chat isn’t that great.
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| An Arbroath free-kick |
My
decision to watch the second half from behind David Mitchell, Stranraer’s
goalkeeper’s goal was vindicated within minutes as Arbroath took advantage of hesitancy
in defence and Darren Gribben capitalised with a good finish just inside the
box, he had all the time in the world to level the scoreline.
It
must be said that the rest of the game couldn’t be described as a classic but
it was a back and forth encounter that could of gone either way if one of the
sides had taken their chances.
As
the final whistle blew and the tannoy encourages fans to come back and bring
friends with them, the fans drudged off through Stair Park. I had two hours to
kill until the next train (adding to a sense of remoteness that a trip to
Stranraer brings) so I walked around the town centre for a bit as the shops
closed for the night. Whilst there was a lot of pubs and takeaways there wasn’t
anything unique about the town centre that would encourage those from out of
town to come and visit I’m afraid. I’m absolutely delighted I took a visit to
the charming Stair Park but its remoteness will put off many more and no doubt
it’s a contributing factor to Stranraer’s lowly status within Scottish
football.
