by floyd__streete »
05 Jan 2007 13:03
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a competition I love – Ronnie Radford, Ricky Villa, Dave Beasant, Jimmy Melia, Matthews & Mortensen, the Leatherhead lip, the names roll off the tongue. J’adore the FA Cup. I just hate following Reading FC in the competition.
We have a long history of being downright disappointing as it is and the last time we made notable progress in the greatest cup competition in the world (copyright John Motson) Adolf Hitler was sat at a typewriter writing Mein Kampf. And struggle we have – my first memory of abject FA Cup misery was a fourth round EP replay loss to the might of 4th Division cod adorning Grimsby; my brother’s first game, he behaved abysmally and this particular match also ignited the flames of my chronic obsession with RFC programmes as litt’lun stropped so much that Dad decided to pacify him with the solitary programme he was prepared to buy.
The following year a 0-0 draw with Welling was the summit of my personal FA Cup adventure, although I can still vividly recall Dad making whooping sounds and embarking on a David Pleat-style run as Radio 210 reported that Reading had tied up a 4th round match with Newcastle with a last minute equaliser. That replay result? 4-1 Newcastle. Into the 90’s and in my last year at primary school it was about as cool to be a supporter of Reading FC as it was to be a Cliff Richard fan, so a 2-1 loss at Conference side Colchester was particularly humiliating and truth be told the Monday morning ribbing I received from my Aldryngton peers goes a long way towards explaining my downright miserable attitude towards supporting RFC 16 years later.
91/92 saw the emergence of that trusty old friend the crap cup draw as we battled through 2 rounds (including an extraordinarily frightening in every way 3-3 draw at Slough, my first experience of following Reading away) only to draw Bolton at Burnden Park. Steve Beddow - you had the influence to make or break many a weekend for me throughout the late eighties and early nineties and you broke my heart this time as Philliskirk Pen had the beating of the mighty Jim Leighton and we crashed out again in typically mundane fashion. At last, a decent tie the following term as an impressive 1-1 draw at Maine Road brought Premiership Man City and the SKY cameras back down to hum-drum old EP. Magic of the cup? This turned out to be the Tommy Cooper of cup nights, 4-0 Man City. Two successive first hurdle tumbles followed as the mid-nineties at least offered the consolation of some exciting progress in the league.
’96 saw Man Yoo visit and an outrageous Paul Parker fluke that frankly they didn’t need saw them canter to a chilly victory in the EP snow. At last something to cheer in ’97 as we duffed up Southampton to the tune of 3-1. The reward, he said with chilling sarcasm, was a visit to the graveyard of my dreams, Fratton Park where a typically gutless Reading performance at said venue saw us concede 3 in as we played like a bunch of tarts on crack. ’98 was, by RFC standards, a bit of a cup run – ok, more a brisk jog – as we sneaked past the might of Cheltenham and Cardiff to reach the last 16 for the first time since before Stonehenge was assembled. Bibbo’s finest hour and a half was dented by a Sheffield United winner scored late on by poxy Lee Sandford which at least left us free to concentrate fully on the task of being relegated.
Into the MadStad era and our bitter cup record took a decided turn for the sinister; defeats to Stoke, Plymouth and York twice in successive years as we blundered about in Division 2 like a dazed burglar who had broken into the wrong house. Promotion at least ensured we couldn’t get knocked out before the third round and so it was fittingly obvious that we promptly lost entirely tedious home third round replays to Walsall and Preston and our victory in an extra time replay at Swansea in January ’05 was our first win over league opposition in the FA Cup since an epic, never-to-be-forgotten November ’99 triumph over Halifax Town. Last season provided a rare highlight with a reply win over WBA from 2-0 down.
I wouldn’t ever dare dream that we could come even close to winning the cup, but it don’t half rankle that the might of Chesterfield and Wycombe have enjoyed semi-final appearances in the recent past. The closest Reading FC ever get to a semi is when John Madejski brushes Cilla’s knee with his hand. Meantime all I ask is that we don’t lose on penalties or to two offside goals or draw a team in our own bloody division again or worse still a welsh team. Better still perhaps it’d be best all round if our ball was just left in the velvet bag in the first place.