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Club Details
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York Street megaBOWL
York Street
Boston
Lincolnshire
PE21 6JN

Tel - 01205 364406
Fax - 01205 354063

   
Matchday prices:

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

 
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.

 
Claims to fame
Boston 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!

 
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

 
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

 
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’.
 

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.


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.

 
Links

Official site

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Dr Fox
– the original official site.

 
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