8 May 2019

Poetic justice

Naming a company must be hard, eh? Bear with me...




Keep it simple probably: “The Aerial Shop, Warwick Road, Luton” a radio advert from my youth used to say. You know where you are with that. Expectations managed. “Zobra Auto Parts”. Sexier branding definitely, but still functional.

I recently drove past a shop emblazoned with “ISIS Insurers”. Once you’ve got the business cards printed, your hands are tied caliphate or not I s’pose, Fletch.

Welcome to the stage Luton Town 2020 the consortium that would save our football club. They were here, they said, to take the club back to the Championship and they were putting the deadline on the fucking tin.

In the words of Joe Kinnear, owners with “Champagne ideas and Coca Cola pockets” never did play well round here. Given what had gone before, some of us would have settled for a group named “Luton Town: We Promise Not To Asset Strip / Move You To Milton Keynesey” let alone 2020.

Sitting here today, with LuaLua’s ice buckets scattered at our feet, champagne ideas made concrete – and a year ahead of schedule - I am at a loss.  

It’s too ridiculous, all this. The reality of this renaissance might be to do with shrewd planning and investment and facilities and nutrition and talented staff and players but… when it finally happened… when we finally made it back… it was Mick at the wheel. It was OUR MICK.  

You see Harford was here when minus 30 hit in 2008. He was here when 40 thousand Luton said “Fuck the FA” at Wembley a year later and then he was here when we dropped out of the football league. In 88 he was here to hold the Littlewoods Cup aloft and even when he left he was there to keep us up in 1990 with that own goal for Derby.

He was here when we eventually left the top flight in 92, here again standing with the fans by refusing to work with Gurney as the club faced crisis years later and here once more as Newell’s number two as Town hit tenth in the Championship. Mick was here for all of that. Almost the entire modern history of the game’s most turbulent town.

He’s endured the very best and worst of Luton. Of me and you. Open top buses and open revolt in the stands. A club that punches above its weight one moment, then kicks you in the guts the next. A messy, emotional, seething contradiction of a place, that even on Saturday could dampen victory songs from the grassy-trainered choir with boos from our own seats.

He didn’t do this by himself, far from it, but the man is a timeless symbol of whatever the fuck this is. A battle-scarred redemption song of his own inside a Russian Fucking Doll of an operatic resurrection. A club they couldn’t kill managed by a massive great metaphor with a Mackem accent.

Saturday was Lutopia. The footballing stars have finally aligned to dole out poetic justice to its most maligned. Once the hangovers of this week subside, take a second to drink it all back in.

From singing shoulder to shoulder with my oldest mates in the world, with their kids and their Dads. Hatters from Tottenham to Rotterdam. Meeting my heroes in High Town. It. Was. It.  

The more I go back to Kenilworth Road these days, the more it has begun to feel at home as the symbol of resistance to football’s future. But just as Harford can take a well earned rest as his statue is prepared for Power Court, it’s almost time to kiss goodbye to the other monument to our footballing soul. But not just yet.

I’ve given up explaining how it felt to those not of this Parish, they’ll never really understand what it meant. Not like you mate. I think I’ll give up doing that. 

Because for every tale of Harford Heroism and Hatter-ache, you’ve got a hundred more.

‘kin football.

5 comments:

  1. lovely stuff Kevin - The story could hardly have been believed as a script for a TV drama. Well written, this captures how 99.99% of Luton fans feel about big Mick and 2020
    (and I'm going to give that 0.01% a kicking when I see him.)

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  2. What a great read. Absolutely hits the spot. And very timely too, as I was just starting to get a little bored with the widespread excitement over Liverpool and Tottenham. If you want a miracle comeback - what about Luton's ten-year journey that culminated last week?

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    1. I am total Luton but I have always looked out for Spurs - their fans go through the shredder too, admittedly at a more expensive level! Both teams play top football too!!!

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  3. Well said Kevin, Mick was a joy this season - I will miss his pithy analysis of games. He is a total top man and his Wearside accent is just brilliant. Like he said just before we got over the line - 'We assume nothing because football can kick you in the goolies.' Too true Mick - Let's build that statue!

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