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Famous Defeats:
FA Cup 4th Round Replay, 2/2/69
Watford 0
Team: Watford: Walker, Welbourne, Williams, Hale, Eddy, Walley, Scullion, Garbett, Green, Endean, Owen
Manchester United 2
Rain, diarrheoa and George Best
Report by Colin Wiggins
This was the biggest match in the history of Watford Football Club to
date. Watford, or rather 'gallant little Watford' of the Third
Division, were taking on Manchester United, mighty Champions of Europe,
in a 4th Round FA Cup replay at Vicarage Road. And this was the great
United side, embellished by the likes of Bobby Charlton, Nobby Stiles,
George Best and Denis Law. It might sound unlikely to younger readers
but this magnificent team was genuinely popular and had won the hearts
of virtually everyone in the country, unlike today's overpaid and
dim-witted posers, so good at getting sent off for England. Equally
unlikely, the FA Cup was then considered, by the FA itself, to be a
worthwhile competition.
To salvage a draw at Old Trafford, United had been forced to rely on a
mix up between Brian Garvey and goalkeeper Mike Walker that allowed Law
to poach a second-half equaliser, after the now mythical (to us older
supporters) Stewart Scullion goal after two minutes. My mum would not
countenance her two precious boys travelling to the battleground of Old
Trafford, so I had kept in touch with events via an incredulous David
Coleman on BBC Grandstand.
Next day we dragged my dad out of bed at crack of dawn to drive us to
Vicarage Road to get tickets for the replay. The queues were enormous,
the spirit of optimism palpable with a genuine expectation that we would
'do' United on Wednesday night. And maybe we would have done, had not
torrential rain intervened. I remember that sickening feeling on hearing
that the match was postponed, the realisation that the momentum had
gone. United had been on the ropes and the extra week may well have been
crucial to them in regaining their composure. Had we been able to tear
into them while they were still reeling from Saturday's shock, the
outcome might well have been different.
But at last the day came. Me and my brother, two friends from school,
Roger and Paul, and Roger's Dad. Plus 34,094 others. This is, of
course, a record that will never be broken at Vicarage Road, a
spectacular crowd. And in that crowd, a small drama independent of the
match was beginning. Unable to move forwards, backwards or sideways,
arms pinned to our sides and some thirty yards from the nearest toilet,
my friend Paul decided that this would be the perfect time for him to
suffer from a spectacular attack of diarrheoa.
I shall refrain from detail, save to say that at the back of the
Vicarage Road terracing, towards the tumbledown shack known as the
Shrodells Stand, was what can only be called 'a brick shit-house.' There
had been occasions when I had ventured into its dark and stinking
interior but only for the quickest of 'number ones' and, desperate for
air, straight out again. No-one lingered there for longer than
necessary, and it had never crossed my mind to enter into one of the
foul and fetid pits that passed for cubicles.
Yet there, through the packed mass of humanity, Paul somehow forced his
leaking frame. And disappeared. What nightmarish torments he suffered
in there I do not ask. We recovered his pale and pallid (and very
smelly) body after the game and took him home. The next day, his ghastly
fate was the cause of much merriment, as we recounted his story at
school with undisguised glee.
That was really the highlight of the evening, because Manchester United
recorded a routine 2-0 win. In manager Ken Furphy's words, 'One flash
of genius from George Best resulted in a cross to the far post. Denis
Law was on hand to give them the lead and another Law goal in the latter
stages of the game clinched it for them.' I remember Duncan Welbourne
hitting the bar with a late volley but despite having much of the play
(in Furphy's opinion, seventy-five percent) that was the only time Watford came near to
seriously worrying United. I would wait for almost another ten years
before finally seeing Watford overcome United, in the great
Blissett/Rankin inspired night of October 1978.
But back to 1969. It was terrifying. I remember watching Grandstand when
news of the Ibrox disaster of 1972 came through but that was quickly
glossed over by the authorities. How similar disasters were avoided
until Hillsborough in 1989, I will never know. At the United replay a
crush barrier (remember those?) collapsed under sheer weight of people.
At least thirty people were hospitalised and, frankly, were lucky to
escape with their lives. But in those days these things were blithely
accepted.
Indeed, they were part of the excitement of a 'big match.' Nobody then
realised that they were risking their lives and trusting to sheer good
fortune to return home safely. When I hear various people of today
bemoan the passing of the packed terraces and their great atmospheres, I
wonder at their sanity.
But I am still proud to say that on that record night of 34,099, I was
there.
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