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Matthew Brown explains why the Football in the Community scheme at Leyton Orient is setting a trend for others to follow
At the northern end of Brisbane Road, the street that gives its name to Leyton Orient’s home ground, beyond the players’ entrance and the club shop, is a small Portakabin-style building. Inside, a few old desks and chairs are scattered around two small rooms.
Rupert Murdoch may have been rejected but Manchester United fans are expecting another takeover bid, as Michael Crick explains
When Stephen Byers’s announcement came, it didn’t actually surprise us. It had been clear since late January, when six members of Shareholders United Against Murdoch (SUAM) attended a hearing with the Monopolies and Mergers Commission (MMC), that they were taking the competition arguments against BSkyB much more seriously than we’d realised.
Cheltenham Town are to become the Football League’s newest members. Mark Herron explains how they did it
In 1994, the new chairman of Cheltenham Town’s neighbours and Doc Martens League rivals Gloucester City announced matter of factly that the team would win promotion to the Conference within two years, to the Football League within five and would throw in an appearance in the FA Trophy final for good measure.
Winning promotion to the League proved to be a disaster for Maidstone United. Steve Hemsley is watching their slow climb back
Believe it or not, one of the most sought-after football programmes in Kent is for Scunthorpe United’s opening game of the 1992-93 season. The reason for this oddity is that it was the last Football League programme published for a game involving Maidstone United.
Some people were just born to manage England, albeit with the right name and at the right time, says Harry Pearson
Walter, Alf, Don, Joe, Ron, Bobby, Graham, Terry, Glenn, Howard, Kevin.When studying this list of of the forenames of England’s managers it quickly becomes apparent that since the mid-Seventies the FA have got things hopelessly wrong. The departure of Don Revie and the brief interregnum of Joe Mercer should clearly have been followed by a more modern sounding manager, one whose name reeked not of linament and toad-in-the-hole, but of frothy coffee and formica, a Tony, perhaps, an Alan or even a Brian. Instead the FA went backwards and opted for Ron Greenwood.