Hooked by The Wandering Martyr
The recent resurgence of the club has attracted over two hundred Under 16’s who attend on a regular basis and have become part of the massively important match-day atmosphere generated by the CTM stand.
An important
part of our community engagement programme is to engage with grass-roots clubs
and local schools, who benefit from complimentary match-day tickets. The look
on the faces of the young children as they cautiously push their way through
the turnstiles, many for the very first time, walk down the Lyn Jones
Grandstand spectator tunnel and see the vastness of the stadium that brings joy
and a wide smile to their face is just worth the time and effort to try to
engage with our potential fans of tomorrow.
Most will have persuaded
their parents to take them after proudly bringing the laminated complimentary
‘golden’ ticket home with them. They may have noticed the mention of the team
we are playing and if they have nothing planned for the family that Saturday
perhaps a parent will indulge their football crazy child, who may be getting
obsessed with the game and decide to take them.
It’s really
important that the first visit to Penydarren Park is special and they are hooked
before they even arrive at the ground. Hooked by the other fans walking together
towards a shared destination, hooked by the cover of the programme, hooked by
the glare of floodlights in the late Saturday afternoon gloom.
The real
epiphany though may be the fact that as they walk through the turnstiles and
start making their way towards the section of the ground where they will watch
the game together, that everyone is friendly and says hello. Small groups of
bodies huddled together reading something important in the programme or
fanzine, other people eating cob and chips, a general buzz of anticipation as
the teams warm up, people know one another and they all know other people back.
Men call out a name,
people stop and chat, share a joke or a reminiscence, asked after a friend or
relative. The sense of belonging could be instant. This could feel a bit like
coming somewhere were they could consider a home-from-home.
Most families
will live within a few miles radius of the ground but many may not even know of
it’s existence, many first time visitors will drive or walk through the maze of
streets, past the Catholic church or climb the steps at the side of the YMCA
building and wonder out loud to themselves if there can possibly be a football
stadium in this urban labyrinth.
There will be a
cross-section of the community at the game: school friends, parents workmates,
perhaps some family acquaintances. Previously watching matches on Sky Sports from
Old Trafford or Villa Park, this may be the first time to grasp the idea that a
football club could be at the heart of their own community, that it could be a
meeting place, that it is about the collective, that it is about shared history
and about identity, that going to the match meant more than just how the team
played.
As mature
supporters we will never lose that memory - you don’t get a second chance to
make a first impression - just like we never loose the memory of the smells and
the sounds of our first match at Penydarren Park, sitting or standing, changing
ends at half time as we grow through our teenage years.
As the young children
get older, they will start to go with their friends or on their own eventually.
But the Martyrs will always resonated with that first occasions because it is
our town and it will be a parent or grandparent who takes someone to that first
game and it will be the family who pass on the importance of being part of the
football community. Coming to games provides us with a sense of belonging that
represents the lure of football for fans of all clubs.
When the Board announced
that the 20/21 season would be suspended, after the null and void of the
previous season, the potential threat to an element of our cultural and social
history started to feel under a very real threat. Partly because as a smaller
club we have never seemed so precious.
There was no floodlight
glare, there was no cob & chips or burgers at half time, there were no
programmes to read and pluck from a box in 20 years’ time. There would be no parents
bringing their children to watch the Martyrs.
Thankfully we
were able survive the pandemic and have emerged from our enforced hibernation
relieved and rejuvenated. We survived the indifference of the top clubs who
seem to care little for the traditions and the health of the lower leagues as
their chairmen talk eagerly about killing off the game’s ‘corner shops’ with
talk of setting up a European Super League so that they could mitigate their
own shameless profligacy. Who sunk that idea? It was fan power, so that went
well didn’t it!
We did play on and
that’s why making the community element a strong part of the Club is so
important for our future. The game outside the Football League had been brought
to its knees by the pandemic and existed in a state of barely disguised chaos.
But we are vital
to the very social fabric of out community, we always have been and always will
be, we will still glue families and communities together as part of our shared
history, how we maintain our traditions, how we bind our communities and dance
in our memories, how they must be cherished and not allowed to wither.
We will never forgot
our roots even when we struggle with everyday problems of life. Even if
individuals move away they will want to revisit the places of their youth.
Sometimes, they’ll
want to pay another visit to Penydarren Park, past the spot where they used to
stand on the terraces. It’s part of our history. Taking a child and grandchild is
one of the many things they will be grateful to a parent for. And so, the
Martyrs and Pontsarn Viaduct where perhaps picnics have been eaten in the past,
are landmarks of which we can be inordinately proud of, as fond memories of
formative years as they grow up.
We can recall
games that we’ve seen weeks even years earlier. We can visualise the terracing,
walking up Park Terrace as the ground looms into view, glancing at the playing
surface – just as we always do – as we take our place and where you stood or sat
that very first time someone takes you to Penydarren Park.
We are hooked
and nothing can take those first impressions away from that child.
Wandering
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