So at 9.15 my mate Dave and I hopped on board a Virgin Voyager at Sandwell and Dudley Station for the trip south, 15 minutes later the days only mishap occurred when we took the "Long" walk from New Street to Moor street and took 10 minutes instead of five,at our age that can be a bugger.
Anyhow safely ensconced on one of Chiltern railways very nice Class 168 unit's we set off,I do have a bit of a think for Chiltern,the empty seats by us were soon taken by a couple of guys of similar age,Wrexham fans, the 100 minute journey flew by as we regaled each other with tales of football of years gone by from the very top to parks football,it was sad that their journey home would be on the back of defeat.
Getting off the station I got my first proper view of the new Wembley having last been there in 1974 to see the mighty Wolves give Man City a good spanking,a win for the underdogs that was very prescient considering how the day was to unfold
As we made our way onto the concourse there were plenty of fans milling around even though kick off was still a good 90 plus minutes away drinking in the atmosphere and taking photos.talking of photo's I should point out that the tickets I won were in a small photographic competition and mine and those of the other winners were in the programme and on the big screens inside.
The reason for saying this was that Dave had decided to be my agent for the day and was regaling anyone who would listen with tales of my magnificence (Sad Bugger),this included 2 young ladies fans of North Ferriby and I guess there dad who Dave ,realising they might want a photo of the 3 of them together dived in and persuaded them to let an award winning photographer take the shot,one of the young ladies was less impressed as she had to show me how to take a photo on her iPhone (Well if it's not got canon or Fuji on the front I haven't got a clue
And so midday chimed the gates opened and in we went and immediately I was confronted by officialdom,as I had a small rucksack it needed to be searched and so I queued cynically awaiting the attentions of the usual humerlous jobsworth,well no the Security Guard was polite jovial and efficient and that was an attitude we were to experience from all the staff we encountered,Wembley should be very proud of them
Inside is light and airy with plenty of food outlets,expensive but not quite as extortionate as I expected so we had a coffee before going to look at the stadium itself
Over coffee we got chance to chat to some North Ferriby fans,we were in their end,a and find out a bit more of the club we had never heard of before
And so up the steps into the stadium itself and I have to say it us a hell of a place,perfect sight lines from I think all angles wide aisles and well marked seats although why in our case one side of the aisle was 90 and the other 120 baffles me.
Anyhow Dave and I found our seats and started taking in the atmosphere,oh yes this is Dave a mate from school of nearly 50 years standing
As the ground started filling my shot and those of the other winners started coming up on the big screen,it doesn't half give the ego a boost
As the ground began to fill friends from the Non League Fraternity started to arrive both in the stands and pitchside,I am a member of a Facebook group of photographers some of whom were photographing the match,so as I says friends I had met before some who were Social Media friends and it was great to meet them in the flesh for the first time
And so to the match and for about 70 minutes it was a decent game with Wrexham largely on top and as their second goal went in I was not alone in saying "Game Over", and had it ended that way it would have been a thoroughly pleasant day out but football as all of us who love the game know can in the immortal Mr Greaves's words be "A Funny old game" and so it turned out.
With 15 minutes to go Ferriby put together a neat passing move got a player free in the box and as he went around the keeper was brought down,penalty,should it have been a sending possibly but I will give ref Michael Oliver the benefit of the doubt as he added to his reputation with another quality display
So Penalty expertly dispatched and 2-1 with 15 minutes to go,now I'm not sure if Wrexham's confidence was fragile but they were now very much in the decendancy,if there is such a word, as Feribly launched a wave off attacks and with just 4 minutes of normal time left grabbed a deserved equaliser and their fans who had given good support even at 0-2 went wild,so extra time it was.
At this point thye massed brains of our neutral group analysed what had happened and how extra time would pan out and came to the conclusion that the fitness of full time Wrexham would be the telling factor over part time Ferriby.
And so extra time started and once again it was realised why most of us spend our times photographing Reffing writing or just spectating because Ferriby tore into Wrexham with wave after wave of attacks and the third goal was not long in coming.
Finally Wrexham woke from their malaise and began to exert some influence with the pressure finally telling 4 minutes from the end as an unstoppable strike made it 3-3 and gave us the drama of penalties.
By this time we had given up predicting and just watched the drama unfold,Wrexhan missed,the giant Feriby centre foirward had a chance to win it and blue it with a powder puff attempt,more goals and then the pressure finally told on the Full Time Professionals as the Ferriby keeper became the hero oif the hour with I think his third save.
The green and white around us went barmy and the underdog had triumphed in a pulsating afternoons entertainment
And so back homes crowds of Wrexham fans quietly leaving,4 by us on the train hardly saying a word but Dave and I were buzzing,it had a fabulous day out from start to finish and reinforced our love of Non League football and all that it can give us
As a footnote it was fate that I was there in the first place,up until December I had been a club photographer and as a result of a very ill judged social media rant against the mangers tactics I ended up leaving,without that I wouldn't have been at Stourbridge to take the photo that won me the tickets that meant I had that incredible day
Thats's Life