Captain Fantastic’s testimonial
A memorable night for Mike Flynn’s testimonial in 2014, with numerous County legends rocking up to Edgeley Park with their boots
Wednesday 7 February 2024
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Dear County fans, Stopfordians, and anyone else from The Football Family joining us today, a very warm welcome to your Wednesday edition of The Scarf My Father Wore.
After taking a look back at Richard Landon’s testimonial yesterday, I feel we should do the same with Mike Flynn’s today, which also took place in the summer of 2014, in the build-up to the new season.
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Des Junior
The following article was written in July 2014 after Stockport County beat Stockport County 6-0 in Mike Flynn’s testimonial game.
Carlsberg don’t do testimonials, but if they did…
That’s a really boring and unoriginal opening line to an article, isn’t it? I feel like a teenage lad from Middlesbrough who’s just landed back in England following Dazza’s stag do (which is emblazoned on a cheap T-shirt) and updated his Facebook status immediately with “Carlsberg don’t do stag do’s” because he got pissed for seven consecutive days and managed a shag with a girl from Birkenhead on his last night.
The problem is, I don’t know what to write. I don’t even know if words exist to convey the incredible and emotional evening I’ve just had at a football ground I first set foot in (well, got carried into) over 27 years ago. And even if those words do exist, I don’t feel I’m a good enough wordsmith to bring them to life. That’s not me trying to be all modest, in the hope County fans will flood the message boards with: “Oh don’t be silly Des, you’re the Charles Dickens of your generation you are.” Yeah, I can spell. I can structure an article. I even make the odd joke from time to time. To be fair, the front cover of a fanzine I produced with a picture of Paul Lambert alongside the caption “Colchester United’s New Talisman” was hilarious. (First letter of each word. Apologies to any women or children reading.)
But tonight’s different. I can’t do it justice. That’s not an exaggeration. My laptop’s on but my fingers aren’t doing anything. All I want to do is stand on Stockport Viaduct and scream “that was bloody wonderful” at the top of my voice. Maybe visual imagery is what’s needed, so you could see a 29-year-old boy standing in front of the mirror at home with his shirt off, recreating the infamous picture of a jubilant County captain at Ewood Park in 1996, moments after dumping Premier League Blackburn Rovers out of the League Cup just over a year after they were champions of England.
I’m under pressure to come up with a good article tonight as well. A text message a few hours ago read: “I’m properly gutted about missing tonight. Sounds like it’s ace already. Tell me exactly what it’s like!” That text came from Liam Cash, who’s spent his Friday night “watching Kasimpasa play a crap Turkish Second Division team”. To me, he’s one of my best friends, a young lad I fell in love with when our eyes met across a crowded police van at Accrington away in promotion season. Someone I wouldn’t have even met had it not been for a football club which is the heartbeat of the town for so many of us. That’s the first of many “County’s so ace” references you’ll read over the next few minutes, by the way. To many reading this, he’s County’s former groundsman, and a bloody good one at that. He’s also, sadly, a walking talking reminder that some very dark clouds have dominated the skies above SK3 for the majority of the last six years since we won at Wembley for the first ever time. And especially the last three, when we’ve had to play in FA Cup qualifying rounds. Knowing the County fan he is, I wish Cashy had been here tonight, either sat alongside me or getting the pitch ready. Not doing things I don’t understand to grass in Turkey instead. But after a big disappointment, everything’s worked out well for him.
You hope the same can be said for Stockport County, sooner rather than later. Ever the optimist – I think I’ve said I reckon County will make the play-offs every summer since I was eleven – I look back at the evening I’ve just enjoyed and I really believe, finally, we might be able to see round this never-ending corner. After far too long in the darkness, there could be the tiniest chink of light in the tunnel. The reason I firmly believe it this time, is that with age I’ve become more realistic. Things aren’t completely smelling of roses yet. Far from it. We’ve a million miles to go before we can proudly call ourselves one of the 92 again. But there’s some very good County people giving it everything behind the scenes. And even the longest journey in the world has to start with that first, single step. It’s a step I really do believe was planted this evening, right onto the hallowed turf of a sacred and special place, a place which is made more special by the fact it’s only special to those who thoroughly understand why it’s a special place.
I can only speak personally, but I’ve had an absolutely fantastic night. It’s now one in the morning, my girlfriend’s fast asleep next to me, and I’ve got Friday Night Dinner and two episodes of Coronation Street recorded. But I can’t wind down just yet. I feel the need to tell this story. I hope you’ll listen. It’s a nice story. Because for the first time in a long time, Edgeley Park felt like home again tonight. A real County night. A memorable occasion, mainly thanks to the return of a group of people who are the reason why, for an entire generation of supporters, Edgeley Park became such a special place in our hearts, during those never-to-be-forgotten halcyon days that were the 1990s. Under the tutelage of a wonderful man from Uruguay, who, even though I’m not religious, I really hope was watching the game tonight, and later Dave Jones, who I’m delighted was in the dugout, these players are without doubt a huge reason why someone would be tapping away at a laptop in the early hours of the morning because too much excitement is still running round his body. They’re the reason why the club was ripped out of the cement at the bottom of the Fourth Division it had been trapped in for two decades, and rocketed into the clouds of the First Division. And they’re the reason why, on a lovely summer’s evening in July, almost three thousand people made the familiar journey they’ve made hundreds of times before, to catch a glimpse of a group of players together for the final time, who can legitimately be labelled as heroes, travelling from all over the world in honour of the man who captained them, and epitomised everything that Stockport County stood for in the nineties, when a play-off place for a seat at English football’s top table was only nine points away.
Seven hours ago, I’m just as excited. I’m not the only one. Numerous County fans have mentioned they haven’t been this excited about a build-up to a game since the League Two play-off final in 2008. For me, that says everything you need to know on two fronts. Firstly, how much some of our former players are still revered by supporters who first sang their names on the crumbling terraces of Edgeley Park over twenty years ago. And secondly, just how dogshit the last few years have been. Conversation about the game has dominated message boards and social media all week. If physical evidence is needed, it’s there in abundance as we drive down Greek Street half an hour before kick-off. Shirts of so many different County eras are on display. The front of The Armoury is packed with fans. Likewise the beer garden of The Bobby Peel. So too, The Prince Albert. The Royal Oak, also.
The sight of three men on Hardcastle Road gets me really excited, though. Autograph collectors. Three middle-aged blokes stood outside the players’ entrance with boxes of programmes, books and who knows what else. In the modern world we now live in, I genuinely can’t remember the last time my eyes viewed a scene such as the one before me. My mind instantly races back to 1996-97, and it still accesses mental images of similar autograph hunters, maybe two dozen or so, all congregated in exactly the same position to try and take advantage of the surreal scenario of players like Ravanelli and Le Tissier turning up in Edgeley. And then…yep…it’s definitely happening…I’m in nostalgia mode.
It doesn’t take much to set me off these days if I’m honest. A text from a mate. An old programme. A YouTube clip. When you’ve seen your team capitulate from the top of the third tier to the bottom of the sixth in a startlingly short amount of time, you can’t help but yearn for the glory days you were a part of, that are now just memories. Fond ones, though. I do miss that era sometimes, I really do. As time goes by, however, I do feel extremely blessed to have experienced the things I did. Our best ever cup run. Our highest league finish. Our proudest team. As someone who was always known to supporters with the word ‘Junior’ in his name, I always felt younger than most others. Now, as I approach thirty, and with grey hairs starting to come through, I realise there’s a whole generation of supporters who missed the nineties. Fans who still have their own heroes. The Becketts. The Dickinsons. The Pilkingtons. And their own memories. The Great Escape. The nine-in-a-row. Wembley. Happy times indeed, and another era that holds a special place in my heart as it was the first time I was able to run round the country getting drunk with mates whilst at the same time watching a decent County side. But for me, I just can’t get the nineties out of my mind. I still find it difficult to describe exactly what makes Stockport County what it is, but if I could bottle the experiences and emotions from that decade it would act as the perfect explanation. When I lose the ability to go to the toilet myself in years to come, and my days are spent in my favourite armchair, it’s the QPR and Everton programmes I’ll be reading, and the Richard Harnwell commentary I’ll be listening to. They say you shouldn’t live in the past too much. There’s nothing wrong with reminiscing but it’s the future you should look to. If that’s the case I’d apologise for all this nostalgia we’ve got sidetracked with. But as I head into the Main Stand, a beautiful building which still looks the same as it did when I was a small boy, and click through the old-fashioned turnstile, I realise there’s no escaping a trip down memory lane this evening.
The pre-match proceedings are just as special as the game itself. Steve Bellis reads out a message sent to the club from Kevin Cooper. “My apologies I can’t be with you this evening, but I will certainly be supporting from a distance. I hope successful and enjoyable times will return for all of you soon. Mike Flynn was an inspirational skipper during my time at County. Dave Jones put together a top group of people. Stockport County and its supporters will always have a special place in my heart.” It’s a lovely gesture from Coops, and that’s only about half of it, but my writing fingers can only go so fast, not to mention there’s now a lump in my throat.
Paul Ware’s family are also invited onto the pitch, where they are presented with a special shirt from the club. The man who scored that absolute screamer at Carlisle would undoubtedly have been playing tonight had it not been for the awful brain tumour which took another member of the County family away from us far too early. It’s another emotional moment on the pitch, and reading Twitter a few hours later the gesture from the club clearly meant an awful lot to Paul’s family. As did the one from Mike Flynn himself, with the money from the half-time draw going to a brain tumour charity, as well as half the proceeds from the game being donated to the club.
My pen is struggling to keep up, because everywhere you look this evening you can see numerous reasons why County is still the special club it always has been. We might have been battered and bruised in recent years, but although the scars are still showing, they are slowly starting to heal. Next, Flynny and Jan Bergara enjoy a heartfelt embrace on the pitch, at the same time as every County fan in the ground is thinking to themselves: “I bloody wish Danny was here tonight.” It’s gone 8pm by this point, but aside from possibly the referee and his assistants, nobody in the ground could care less. There’s just enough time for a rousing rendition of “The Scarf My Father Wore” to be belted through Edgeley Park’s PA system, and we’re good to go.
County’s starting line-up evokes lifelong memories instantly. The man who scored County’s first goal in the First Division is playing, who sent a packed away end absolutely bonkers at Bradford. So too is the man who ripped West Ham apart with a solo wonder goal. And there’s the name of the man who in a split second of genius silenced 3,000 tossers stood on the Railway End.
I realise I want to write down every single thing that happens this evening. Ian Moore shows some nice touches early on. Chris Marsden gives the ball away (for the first ever time I think). Chris Marsden gives the ball away (one for Yellow Board readers). Nathan Woolfe sends in a cross which Martin McIntosh heads away. I also realise early on that I don’t want either side to win, which is quite a strange feeling to have at a football match. I don’t want to see my childhood heroes get beat, nor do I wish to see my current team get turned over by a group of players who have increased in age (and ever so slightly in size), which could be demoralising enough to see us bottom of the Conference North in a month or two. I think it’s obvious this evening, however, that the lads will indeed beat the dads, and Alan Lord’s team score fairly early on when Scott Spencer cuts in from the left and beats Lee Jones with a sweet strike which curls into the bottom corner. Current County look awkward, and celebrate the goal with a simple handshake. The men in white shirts will get the full backing and support from thousands of County fans this season. But just for this evening, I suspect most in the ground would like the players in blue to win.
Tonight’s a win-win, though. It must be special for our former legends to grace the Edgeley Park pitch once more and receive such a warm welcome back to their old stomping ground. And it’s an enjoyable night for the current crop as well, who hopefully can realise their names will be just as special in years to come if they play their part in helping County find the path back to the Football League. This evening is a lot of fun as well. Tony Dinning receives rapturous applause when he appears to be warming up, but announces to the Main Stand he’s just going to the toilet. Paul Cook and Kieron Durkan get into a playful argument when they blame each other for giving the ball away. Lee Jones and Scott Duxbury also have a chuckle together when the former finds himself lucky to not be robbed of the ball by the latter just outside his area. And when Cook finds himself in acres of space going forward but succeeds only in giving the ball away, he displays some of his Scouse wit by taking his shirt off and gesturing to go and sit in the Pop Side.
Present day County double their lead when Flynn gives the ball away (I actually feel guilty writing this down tonight) and Kristian Dennis has all the time in the world to casually stroll up to Lee Jones and put the ball past him. Jones, incidentally, deserves a mention for making a number of fine saves during the first half. He’s proving to be quite busy. The legends have their moments, though. In an instant, Paul Cook turns the clock back to 1997 and cuts open the defence with a lovely pass to Ian Moore, who turns a defender inside out not once, but twice, but agonisingly fires the ball just past the post right in front of an expectant Cheadle End. At the other end, the legends find themselves defending in their own area, but Flynn, Nicholson, Cavaco and Marsden delightfully keep the ball and play their way out of trouble, and into a counter-attack. Then, Cook plays a lovely through ball to Stuart Barlow but an offside flag is raised by a brave linesman, who judging from the howls in the Main Stand, will never be welcome in Stockport again.
There’s not just legends on the pitch this evening. There’s just as many sat waiting to come on. Dave Jones can boast an American Football sized squad for this particular game. Many of them are asked for autographs throughout the first half, with pens, posters and shirts thrown at Kevin Francis for the entire 45 minutes. Paul Cook is the first to make way, with his place taken by the man who humiliated one goalkeeper and 30,000 fans in deepest, darkest Moss Side in 1999. At the same time, “Super Alun Armstrong” warms up just yards from the spot where he lay at the bottom of a crumpled heap of players and fans alike, celebrating a dramatic late equaliser against Everton in 1996. I’m still writing everything down I can. A Kieron Durkan corner is flicked on by Moore to Barlow who heads the wrong side of the post. At the other end, Duxbury shows his right foot is just as strong as his left with a powerful strike from outside the area which Jones tips away for a corner, via the crossbar.
Another substitute takes to the field. This time, the man who buried a left-foot volley past Neville Southall at Goodison Park against the FA Cup holders. Instantly, Super Al loses the ball up front before comically chasing Scott Duxbury all the way back to the other penalty area trying to win it back. Duxbury is fouled by a couple of legends, and from the resulting free kick Kristian Dennis executes a perfect effort which curls away from Jones into the top corner. Jones applauds the effort, as does the rest of Edgeley Park to acknowledge what turns out to be the goal of the night. That’s the end of the scoring before the break. There’s just enough time for Flynny to come off to rapturous applause as Tony Barras comes on, Tony Dinning to signal to the bench to take Shane Nicholson off when he cheekily nicks a free-kick he was lining up himself, and a nasty clash of heads involving Super Al. It’s an injury I feel may end a player’s night early, but then I realise this is Super Al we’re talking about and he’s soon on his feet. I feel I’m really in tune with my surroundings tonight, and the image that sticks in my mind during the interval comes from the front of the Main Stand where a father has his young son on his shoulders as they get autographs from a couple of legends. If the parents do the job they’re supposed to, the next generation of County fans will know what it means to have royal blue blood coursing through your veins.
The teams are completely different for the second half as you can imagine. Toddy’s on. And Preecey. And Wardy. The football as a contest hasn’t been the best, but there’s still enjoyment to be had. Chris Churchman looks to have made it four but his effort is somehow deflected onto the crossbar off the head of Tony Barras. The fourth goal, instead, is scored by Jordan Lazenbury who finishes from close range following a ball from the left, after Rob Clare gives the ball away. Then a loud roar reverberates around the ground, as the only man who could possibly upstage Flynny this evening, warms up. Anyone sat in their living room on Hardcastle Road watching Coronation Street has their television drowned out by chants of “Super Kevin Francis”. And they definitely need to turn the volume up moments later when he replaces Armstrong for his final Edgeley Park appearance. In a nice touch, Danny Gregson hugs him immediately. If our current crop of players take the emotion and spirit of the evening away with them, that’s a huge advantage we could have this season because, without being patronising, this sort of night doesn’t take place in Hyde or Stalybridge. Hell, there are even Premier League teams that don’t come near County in certain categories.
In amongst the nostalgia, a football match is still taking place, and Chris Chuchman makes it five with a fine shot from outside the area which sails into the top corner. The scoreboard stops at six, as Lazenbury taps in from close range after a shot is parried by Jones. That’s after Andy Mutch has come on, as 3,000 Burnley fans in my mind put their hands in their heads. The only thing missing from tonight is a goal for the legends, shooting towards the Railway End. If they’d attacked the Cheadle End in the second half the ball may well have been sucked into the net, such is the desperation of the 2,756 crowd for them to score. But it’s not to be, as a final Andy Preece free-kick hits the wall, and the referee brings a wonderful, wonderful evening to its conclusion.
The tannoy belts out “Celebration” by Kool & The Gang. A song that could legitimately be played in Stockport for the best part of ten years when Flynny and his gang were here. A wall of people can be seen at the front of the Cheadle End, an iconic image which has been captured every couple of weeks since the stand first went up in 1995. Next to me, Harriet tells me she’s starting to see what County is all about, and earlier she was visibly moved when Paul Ware’s family were on the pitch. We’ve definitely made some good progress with her County induction/brainwashing.
The club have got this one right tonight. You see, it’s not the major things which make Stockport County what it is. We’re not a club that will make a statement such as building a 30,000 seater stadium or spending a few million quid on a player. That’s not why we were successful throughout the nineties. It’s because we got the little things right. And when County do the little things properly, it can lead to fantastic times. Stockport County will always be a club where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. In our entire history we’ve never had a billionaire owner to fall back on, nor a catchment area of thousands of people without two huge Premier League clubs on the doorstep. We’ve done it ourselves. Managers and players who knew without a shadow of a doubt what Stockport County was all about. Staff off the pitch who’d get paid for an eight-hour shift but work for twelve. Small, local businesses who would always set aside part of their budget to support their hometown club. And a fanbase as passionate and loyal as they come. A hardcore of a few thousand who will always follow County, whatever the weather, whatever the result, because that’s what we’ve always done. When your club holds the record for the biggest on-pitch decline in the history of world football, and you still get a few thousand coming through the turnstiles, you know you’re part of something special.
Of course, you can do everything right off the field, but you’ll always need the players on the pitch if you want cup runs or promotions. On that note, the final word has to go to Mike Flynn. But do I even need to say anything? Words aren’t needed to describe the servant this football club was so lucky to have. It’s all there for everyone to see. The appearances, the stitches, the bandages, the brave headers, the last-ditch tackles. Players don’t stay at a club longer than five minutes these days. The slightest sniff of a big money move and they’re off. There’s also not many who are willing to put their body on the line week after week in the way that Mike did. But that was just Flynny, wasn’t it?
I feel blessed to have been inside the dressing room after the final whistle at Saltergate in 1997 when he captained us to promotion, honoured to have made a small contribution to tonight’s programme, and privileged to sit in the stands and soak up every second of a night which I genuinely believe will be remembered for many years to come. I think the significance of a night like tonight is something we may see a few years down the line. As both sides lined up to give Mike a Guard of Honour as he entered and exited the pitch tonight, I couldn’t help think to myself: “You enjoy every minute of this after what you did for many years at this ground.” I’m no psychic, but I’d bet a couple of quid that everyone inside Edgeley Park went to bed with a smile on their face after this.
Of course, the reality check will come in three weeks when we kick off the new season in the sixth tier against a village side from Hull. It’s time for Alan Lord to do what Bergara and Jones did before him and bring together a group of players who knew what County meant to the supporters and wanted to do everything in their power to bring success. We need the Flynns and the Todds and the Marsdens and the Big Kevs and the Super Als of tomorrow. Hopefully a glimpse of tonight can show a group of young players they could be part of something special at this club. We’ve stopped hurtling down the cliff now, we just need some help getting back up it. Many would argue getting this club back in the Football League would eclipse anything before it. If there’s a Mike Flynn of 2014 somewhere in the dressing room, willing to drag this club back up the divisions, a night like this would be theirs in ten or twenty years. If the players are up for the challenge, there’s a group of supporters who will support them every step of the way. It’s what we’ve always been good at.
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Photo of the day
The Nursery Inn, Heaton Norris
It’s been a quiet couple of months on the walking front, but I’m back with a bang this week! I walked over 16 miles round Heaton Norris on Monday (here I am just about to tuck into a delicious bowl of red pepper and tomato soup at The Nursery Inn for my lunch) and as you’re reading this today, I’ll be back pounding the streets of The Heatons once again, probably clocking up another similar mileage.
So far, I’ve raised £1,087 for Stockport-based mental health charity Mentell, but my target is £10,000. I’m still confident I can achieve this, but I need your help to do so. As things currently stand, 59 different people have kindly donated. However, we’ve got well over 800 subscribers on The Scarf My Father Wore. If each and every one of you chucked roughly a fiver into the pot, the total would break the £5,000 barrier, and I’d be well on my way to that five-figure goal. Even if you can only spare a pound or two, I’d be extremely grateful as it all adds up, and it keeps me motivated as I’m sweating and aching and getting blisters! Go on, make a donation today…
Please click here to make a donation to Mentell through Des Junior’s JustGiving page.
Today in SK
🎬 Cinema
Two films at The Savoy Cinema (SK4) today. One Life (12A) at 2.30pm, followed by Wonka (PG) at 4.45pm. Click here for tickets.
Also showing today, at 7.15pm, is a live performance of the Royal Opera House production of Manon.
🍺 Food and drink
The Nelson Tavern (SK1) have a great range of offers throughout the week, including £4.50 for drinks off the Doubles Bar, a comprehensive range of shots for £2, and 3 for £6 on Jägerbombs. Open till 11pm.
❓ Quiz nights
Enigma (SK1). 8pm.
Flying Coach (SK7). 9pm. (Chicken wings available for just 25p before the quiz!)
Random County fan of the day #38 – Jack Bruckshaw!
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