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Boston United
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York
Street megaBOWL
York Street
Boston
Lincolnshire
PE21 6JN
Tel
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Fax - 01205 354063 |
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Spayne
Road Terrace
Adults - £10
Coffin-dodgers -£7
Under 16s - £3
Staffsmart
Stand
Adults - £12
Coffin-dodgers - £8
Under 16s - £4
York
Street Stand
Adults - £10
Coffin-dodgers - £7
Under-16s - £3
The
Town End
Adults - £10
Coffin-dodgers - £7
Under-16s - £3
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Who
the hell are the Boston Red Sox? |
| Formed
in 1933, Boston United are, in 2008, celebrating 75 proud years of
financial malpractice, farcical book keeping and Benny Hill-esque
pursuits of Darren Anderton. How
they’ve managed to reach 75 is anyone’s guess, since
the club has effectively been insolvent at least a dozen times.
Yet, unlike those charlatans in Bradford, Boston United Football
Club Ltd has, somehow, scraped through by the skin of its teeth
and stands today as a monument to the folly of chasing the dream
and employing business models so completely unsustainable even Peter
Risdale would recoil in horror.

Our glorious history
These
days, United are managed by a wealthy Lincoln City fan (David Newton)
and his handyman (Mike Kempster or something), a fact which we would
make some kind of witty comment about but, having just glanced the
banner at the top of this page, will refrain from doing so. The
pair are in charge of Lincolnshire home builders Chestnut Homes,
which seems faintly worrying given the homebuilding market and the
credit crunch – until you remember that Boston have been suffering
the effects of a credit crunch since about, well, 1933.
For
more largely fictional hilarity about the history of the club, complete
with bonus attempt at a tenuous gag about pterodactyls, clickity
clicky on this little linky-winky right HERE,
right now, now, now. |
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Claims
to fame
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might overstate its importance in the founding of colonial America
to draw in a few extra misguided American tourists every year, but
it’s an incommutable FACT that Howard Wilkinson used to manage
the Pilgrims.
Wilkinson,
who remains the last Englishman to lift the English championship,
cut his teeth in management and looking like a miserable bastard
at York Street and is still remembered fondly. As is Jim Smith,
who also had a spell as Boston boss back when he had hair. A bit
of hair. Ok, a few strands. Stuck on with sellotape.
Who else? Well,
the links between United and Big Proper Football don’t just
end with ex-manager Steve Evans counting Pele, Maradona and Tony
Pulis amongst his closest friends. Mel Sterland is right now, as
I type these words, out and about plugging his autobiography as
if his life depended on it. Which, if we’re being realistic,
it probably does.
But
what you won’t read in his memoirs, surprisingly, is that
he managed Boston shortly after he retired in 1995. His reign as
manager was a short one but was, in the context of subsequent Scottish
mentalists, fairly successful. Alas, certain – how shall we
put this? - off-field issues involving [SNIP! – impsTALK
lawyers] and a [SNIP! – impsTALK lawyers] brought
a premature end to his spell in the cramped United dugout and he
was sacked for finishing second.
Oh yes. Boston also once beat Derby County 6-3 in the FA Cup. At
the Baseball Ground. With a load of ex-Derby players. Ha! |
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Last
three seasons |

2005/2006
– BEST LEAGUE PLACING IN THE HISTORY OF THE CLUB – ALL
HAIL THE GENIUS OF STEVE EVANS! HAIL EVANS! HAIL EVANS!
2006/2007 – Relegated
2007/2008 – Demoted |
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Where do they keep getting caught offside? |
Boston United play their home matches of Association Football
at a ground called 'York Street'. The ground is called
'York Street' because it is located on 'York Street'. Attempts to
rename the ground after a corporate sponsor shall not be dignified
here, nor are we about to rewind the clocks and refer to the place
as 'Shoddys Lane' which is, apparently, what some elderly fans still
call it. Not to worry: these dinosaurs will be dead soon anyway.
York
Street certainly has what might be best described as a rustic charm.
Although it was rebuilt in the early 1980s and was for many years
considered the finest non-league ground in the county, the stadium
feels much older and is now starting to look a little tired and
frayed around the edges. That said, it's still a wonderful place
to watch non-league ground.

The York Street Stand
There's
plenty of seating, plenty of terracing and all four stands are
covered (except the two 'wings' on the Town End). It's also compact
- the narrow stands are close to the pitch and afford excellent
opportunities for the average supporter to hurl abuse right into
the linesman’s ear. The food is agreeably greasy and hasn’t
killed anyone yet, or at least no-one important enough to be missed.
The best bit, though, is the location. The stadium itself is situated
just minutes away from the town centre, which, if you’ve
ever been to Hinckley, you’ll appreciate. You don’t
need a car to get to the game, in other words. What
more, really, could one possibly want?
Sadly, unless some kind of massive deal is reached, United have
just a decade left at York Street before the landlords, the Malkinsons,
turf them out onto the streets and redevelop the land into a Lidl
or a block of supremely ugly flats or a car park or an outlet
of Dominos Pizza or any of the loathsome slabs of grimly utilitarian
architecture that tend to get tossed up in towns like Boston.
Boston
United do enforce segregation which does, at times, seem absurd
given the fact that many NPL teams bring about minus seven away
fans. But it makes a little more sense when you consider that
Boston have a ground-grading to protect. Away fans are housed
in the lower section of the York Street Stand (pictured at the
very top of the page), but when fans of proper clubs like Cambridge
visit, they are allocated the Town End, pictured below.
Away fans are always welcome in the Sports Bar before the game.
This is a squat brick bunker situated in the car park. You can't
miss it - just follow the smell of cigarette smoke. It doesn't
serve any proper ales, but it does normally screen the midday
kick-off.

The Town End: it's special! Special! Ooooh, speeecial!
Spayne
Road: where the walking dead hurl abuse at teenage substitutes
with their last, dying breath
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USA!
USA! USA! |
Situated
approximately eight thousand miles from the nearest tarmac road and
three days travel from the closest electrical socket, Boston’s
geographical isolation has bred a particularly virulent strain of
market town parochialism interlaced with a disturbingly aggressive
suspicion of outsiders and ‘them filthy foreigners’.
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Well,
it has if you watch craftily edited Channel Four documentaries
anyway. The only thing more depressing than watching Islington-based
fucktards doing a hatchet job on the town is the zeal with
which the more mental nutjobs in Boston embrace the opportunity
to be depicted on national television as the sort of people
for whom sterilisation, if not outright execution, should
be made compulsory.
If Boston’s
raison d'être these days is to willingly play up to
the national stereotype as a racist hellhole in the midst
of a crippling economic decline that mirrors that of the Soviet
Union, many, many, many, many years ago it was to preen and
pose as one of the nation’s most important ports.
Believe it or not, Boston was once vaguely prosperous, and
a hasty glance through local histories reveals the oft-repeated
assertion that Boston was – and don’t laugh at
this – once a serious rival to London in the wool export/import
stakes.
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Stump: tall |
Of course, this
being Boston, it couldn’t possibly last. Eventually, the river
silted up, the folk started planting cabbages and fecking each other
in the bum and the two towns ended up rather differently.
For more on
Boston, check out impsTALK’s guide to the town: use your hand
to move your mouse over your desk moving the pointer on your computer
screen over the word ‘here’ - capitalised and highlighted
in bold font effect below - until the pointer turns to a hand icon.
Then use your finger to depress the left-button on the mouse –
this will then initiate the internet browser you are using to search
for the HTML file stored securely on Ken Fox’s web-server
space. In other words, click HERE.
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Links |
Official site
impsTALK's
forum thing - the usual place where fans wibble on
as if their opinions actually matter
Dr Fox –
the original official site. |
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