The Agony & The Ecstasy: A Comprehensive History Of The Football League Play-Offs

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

FOREWORD

INTRODUCTION

ORIGINS

MARCH–MAY 1985: ENGLISH FOOTBALL’S DARKEST DAYS

BACK FROM THE BRINK: 1985–87

LIFE ON THE ROLLERCOASTER: FANS AND THE PLAY-OFFS

LIFT-OFF

THE EARLY YEARS: 1988–90

WEMBLEY WAY 1990

THE PLAYERS

MANAGERS AND THE PLAY-OFFS

CHAMPIONING THE UNDERDOG

MIND THE GAP

ABROAD AND BEYOND

PLAY-OFFS RANKING: 1987–2015

THE CLUBS: THE CURSED, THE BLESSED, THE UNFORTUNATE AND THE BLIGHTED

THE RESULTS

INDEX

INFOGRPAHICS

PHOTOGRAPHS

After my first book, The A-Z of Football Hates, which was clearly centred on the negative aspects of football, The Agony & The Ecstasy is much more balanced between dark and light. Exploring the history of the Play-Offs has been a project that has been with me for so, and quite possibly too, many years and I fear that many worthy people will slip through the net that is my failing memory. If that is the case please forgive me and let’s have a pint to compensate.

As I have mentioned in the book I have been overwhelmed by the universally positive responses I have received from my many requests for interviews and I have only stumbled across one or two refuseniks along the way, so that is a testament to the enduring appeal and interest of the Play-Offs. Everyone has an opinion on their value and their standing and there was barely a whiff of dissension amongst those I interviewed. It has been a pleasure talking to so many advocates and I appreciate the time and effort of the following in giving freely of their time: Dan Abrahams, Phil Alexander, Gavin Barber, Bobby Barnes, Stephen Browett, Adam Bull, Alastair Campbell, Clarke Carlisle, Tony Cascarino, Steve Claridge, Mark Clemmit, Olly Dawes, Kevin Day, Terry Heilbron, Ian Holloway, Ritchie Humphreys, Laura Jones, Dave Lane, Martin Lange, Martin McFadden, Roger Maslin, Alan Marriott, Grant McCann, Pat Nevin, Ian Rands, Lee Richardson, David Sheepshanks, Gary Simpson, Daniel Storey, Neil Warnock, Mark Watson and Andy Williamson.

A couple of people deserve a separate mention for their continuing support over the last few years. One source of reference, which stands out from the others, is Simon Inglis’s authoritative and comprehensive book, A History of League Football and The Men Who Made It. John Nagle at the Football League has been a rock throughout and he has always encouraged and assisted whenever asked. Mick Kinlan, who designed the book, has done a superb job in making it visually stunning and never over-complicating the process. No author can survive the lonely process of book writing without an enthusiastic publisher and Dave Hartrick of Ockley Books has always been there with words of encouragement and sage advice. Considering our respective allegiances to Crystal Palace and Brighton, it is even more extraordinary that we have such an excellent working relationship.

As ever, my family have had to suffer the obsessive nature of a writer, putting up with my endless wittering, and I owe them all masses of gratitude for their forbearance and good humour. My wife Yvonne has worked incredibly hard in allowing me to indulge myself, for which I am eternally grateful. And to my equally long-suffering children Jessica, Amelia and Tristram – thanks for your patience and I promise not to mention the Play-Offs again for a little while.

FOREWORD

It is a rare and much-treasured luxury to go to a football match as a complete neutral. To be able to enjoy a game from an objective viewpoint, to not be overly concerned or exercised about the result, to be stress-free whilst all around are having kittens, is delicious and a moment to be savoured. It represents an opportunity not to be missed. And so when given the chance I jumped at the prospect of going to Wembley to watch QPR take on Derby County courtesy of my local youth football club which had kindly donated a ticket to the match as gratitude for me running a quiz night for them.

My pleasure was enhanced because this was the Championship Play-Offs Final and I am ever so slightly obsessed by the Play-Offs, as you will discover during the course of reading this book. For the ultimate in nerve-shredding, gut-wrenching tension this match is a must-see. When the stakes are so high that the difference between winning and losing is by far the widest of any sporting contest anywhere in the world, let alone in English football, this is an experience I recommend for anyone interested in sport at its most elemental.

Normally I would have been amongst the committed and the faithful, desperate for my team to win and even more desperate for them not to lose. I have been in that position of nauseous anticipation as the build-up drags on interminably and wishing the whole thing would just get started. Then to suffer the game’s ebbs and flows with that uncertainty gnawing away at your chest and your head throbbing, one wonders why we go through it much of the time.

This was the seventh Play-Offs Final I have attended, having been to four with my club, Crystal Palace, stretching over four different decades and all the way back to 1989. The late 1980s seem so far removed from today’s football that it feels like so much more than twenty-five years ago. Football has changed more dramatically over this period than any other corresponding twenty-five years and the Play-Offs exemplify this. They have become a totally different beast almost unrecognisable from its original incarnation and this book will reflect on all those seismic shifts and changes.

I feel extremely fortunate to have experienced a 75 per cent success rate over those four Palace Finals and have greatly enjoyed and been thrilled by my club’s ultimately positive relationship with the Play-Offs. Mind you the one, solitary loss still burns and churns my inner self, but much more of that later. Success in this match is as sweet as it gets for many, but failure is correspondingly as deflating as any feeling in football. The massive chasm between winning and losing is what makes the Play-Offs such compelling viewing. Much of modern football is sanitised to the point of anaemia but the Play-Offs are characterised by the contrasting fortunes of the protagonists. The rawness of the emotions exposed harks back to a time pretty much forgotten and generally unloved. The mid-1980s was an awful period for English football when passion turned into violence but out of this nadir came the germ of the idea for the Play-Offs and the foundation blocks for the rebuilding of the national game emerged, tentatively at first, but subsequently with increasing confidence and even a hint of swagger.

So this was my third non-Palace Final and I was determined to enjoy it. As I made my way from Wembley Central along the grim, grey, soulless high street I watched the fans closely to see if I could detect the tell-tale signs of tension etched into their faces. Most were in a buoyant mood; after all they had reached Wembley, on the other hand, which was cause enough to celebrate and a day at the national stadium is not to be sniffed at. Considering QPR’s last visit was over thirty years ago in the 1982 FA Cup Final against Tottenham, probably more than 50 per cent of their fans would not have been alive to witness that so this was a new, exciting experience for the majority of them. Derby’s last appearance at Wembley was when they tasted success in the 2007 Championship Play-Offs Final after defeating West Brom, so they were furnished with a relatively fresh memory; their excitement was nonetheless also palpable.

But underneath the cheery disposition of those wending their merry way to the ground there was surely the undeniable trace of tension and potential trauma. Some seemed oblivious and that worried me. Did they not know the history? I became fatalistic and increasingly concerned for whoever was going to lose, as they were about to suffer, horribly. They needed to be made aware of the many desperate tales of utter dejection that lie strewn over the course of the last twenty-seven years; that this could potentially be one of the very bleakest days of their lives. But on they went with jaunty step, full of bravado and good cheer, reminiscent of the unknowing marching to battle with not a care in the world, blind to the catastrophe that lay in wait.

How many of this crowd would know that the very first Play-Offs took place in the 1986/87 season. Less than 1 per cent, if my instant straw poll was anything to go by, and this concerned me as most football fans lap up the history of the game, revel in the detail and are thirsty for more. So clearly there was a gap that needed to be filled and hence I was doubly determined to right this wrong and give everybody the chance to learn more by finally writing this book, which has been gestating for many years. Since 2006, I have been yearning to chart the various trials and tribulations, as well as the triumphs, of the Play-Offs. I was also determined to uncover the lessons that can be learned about how they prevailed despite their inauspicious and tentative beginning. And then there is the wider significance of the changing fortunes of English league football that warranted a thorough examination through the unique lens of the Play-Offs. The truth must come out.

In that inaugural Play-Offs season in 1986/87 Derby were actually crowned champions of the Second Division, achieving their second successive promotion under Arthur Cox’s astute leadership. They would have hardly noticed what was going on beneath them as the Play-Offs were quietly, almost surreptitiously introduced. Charlton Athletic preserved their status as a First Division club; indeed they were the only one out of six clubs to avoid the ignominy of relegation via the Play-Offs in those first two years. Leeds United’s failure in the Final meant that only one other club, Portsmouth, went up with Derby by dint of finishing second. Meanwhile QPR ended up sixteenth in the First Division and thus avoided being dragged into the Play-Offs from the other direction. One club that did suffer the drop that same year were Manchester City, who were relegated from Division One in 21st place. This set a precedent for the most troubled decade or so in the club’s history, one which was ultimately rescued via one of the more extraordinary Play-Offs stories, which will be covered in full later in this book.

But back to the match of the day. Entering the stadium at the QPR end there was that special frisson of excitement which accompanies a match of stature and importance, and even though I was a neutral the nerves were still jangling. And, lest we forget, there were more people here to watch a second tier club match than have attended any of the last five World Cup Finals. English football is often accused of being parochial and myopic and quite often this accusation is fully justified but the sheer scale of this match provides clear and incontestable evidence of just how healthy the game is. Apart from Germany, it seems inconceivable that any other country could attract such a crowd to a match at this level. In truth, most leagues across the world would struggle to fill Wembley with a top division showdown so this does underline that England is still one of the pre-eminent football nations, despite some of its manifest faults.

The game itself was an anti-climax and will certainly not be challenging for a place in the Top 10 classic matches featured throughout this book. With the match entering its final minute everyone in the stadium was preparing themselves for the rigours of extra time. A close-fought struggle riddled with tension had not yielded a goal despite the sending-off midway through the second half. Derby County had been the dominant team even before the dismissal of Gary O’Neil and had been peppering Robert Green’s goal for most of the second half but QPR were obdurate and their defence stood firm against all Derby’s advances. Amongst the 87,348 present, I was in with the QPR fans, who were bracing themselves for another thirty minutes of one-way traffic. They had adopted that form of siege mentality that so often follows having a player dismissed and they were supporting their team more in hope than expectation.

As QPR managed to move the ball into the Derby half, the Rangers fans urged them to keep it, to eke out the last minutes of the match as far away from their own goal as possible. The thought of hanging on for extra time was tantalising, and if they could survive the additional thirty minutes it would have been time for the infamous Russian roulette that is the penalty shoot-out, in which, being a lottery, anything could happen. There was a deep sense of desperation in their urging, the sort of desperation that is peculiarly a property of the Play-Offs. The prize is so close but also so far away, it hurts. I could empathise with their predicament as all four of my Palace Finals went to the wire, with three going to extra time and the other being won in the 90th minute. None of those games were particularly pretty but what they lacked in aesthetics they certainly over-compensated for with massive slices of drama and excitement. This is true of so much of the history of the Play-Offs and gives them their own particular piquancy.

At the other end of a sun-drenched Wembley, the Derby fans’ restlessness was understandable. They had dominated the match but had not made the expected breakthrough and were now readying themselves for extra time. It must have been a frustrating experience but the more optimistic would have been consoling themselves with the view that QPR would not be able to hold out for another thirty minutes and the undoubted superiority of their team, both numerically and qualitatively, must bear fruit. Those of a pessimistic nature would be chewing over the lost opportunities to wrap up the match and grinding their teeth over what still seemed the admittedly remote possibility of missing out on the biggest prize of them all.

Then, in front of our very eyes, a QPR attack developed down their right side and the ball was played into the box. Like most of their earlier efforts it looked as though this move would also peter out as the pass was slightly aimless and the untroubled Derby defence anticipated gobbling this up before launching another sortie into the QPR half. However, the captain, Keogh, had an aberration as he slipped, disastrously prodding the ball into Bobby Zamora’s path instead of either clearing his lines or bringing it under control. That Zamora, who had hardly had a touch of the ball since coming on as a substitute some thirty minutes earlier, did not hesitate, curling a shot into the far corner with unerring accuracy, compounded the mistake. Derby’s players sank to the ground in horror and most of those watching shared their sense of shock and amazement, as the goal had come out of nothing. I defy even the staunchest QPR fan to say they expected it.

Zamora had been here before, having notched the solitary goal for West Ham when they beat Preston in 2005 at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. A goal that was worth a mere £60 million, mere baubles compared to today’s riches. Less than ten years later, Zamora’s strike had more than doubled in value to at least £134 million. But on the flip side you can guarantee that poor old Richard Keogh will not have been through such hell before. There will be nights ahead when he will wake up screaming and sweating over the £134 million mistake, because that is how it now will be forever portrayed. The spectre of setting up Zamora for his sublime left-footed finish will haunt him for the rest of his life and he will be counting the cost of that again and again.

As with so many titanic tussles in Play-Offs’ history there was to be a hero and a villain created in a trice. The syndrome of instantaneous hagiography and matching demonisation that was encapsulated in the space of those few decisive seconds is a continual theme of the Play-Offs. The saints and sinners will be highlighted throughout the book through the mini-profiles at the end of each chapter. It is very much in keeping with the tension and excitement that make the Play-Offs such an absorbing contest that the identification of light and dark are so clearly delineated. But the division is never as simple as black and white and quite often those heroes do not progress as they might have hoped; similarly the villains often gain some form of retribution and can claw their way back into a club’s good books, which is reassuring for the likes of Richard Keogh.

The injustice of it all was cruel in the extreme. That goal was the only shot on target that QPR managed, compared to over ten of Derby’s. Very rarely have I witnessed such a one-sided match go the way of the weaker side at the very death and the denouement was as surprising as it was unjust. In that moment the match was decided, encapsulating the drama, significance and excitement that marks out the Play-Offs. Stunning in more senses than one; the contrast in emotions between the two sets of fans is broader than any other experienced in football. Utterly delirious QPR fans and thoroughly dejected Derby fans were united only in disbelief. The euphoria is all the sweeter because of its unexpected nature, the despair so much worse. This is the nub, the sharp end of football when everything can be decided in one fell swoop, or even slip.

The emotional impact on the supporters was as intense as anything they have been through either before or since. Leaving the stadium where the Rangers’ fans were still exulting in their victory and meeting the shell-shocked, disconsolate Derby supporters as they sloped away, still shaking their heads and muttering darkly, the contrast could not have been more striking. I felt as if I was invading on their grief in closely observing their despair. Some were angry and bitterly resentful of QPR’s undeserved victory but the overwhelming sensation was one of numbness and incomprehension. Having that glory snatched away is difficult to take and there is a whole summer ahead to lick one’s wounds and try to stop thinking of what might, and probably should, have been.

It was not the greatest match from a neutral’s point of view but that fine, curling effort of Zamora’s will remain in the minds of QPR fans for the rest of their lives. Derby fans will try to forget, as will the unfortunate Keogh, but such scars are not so easily healed nor hidden. But this is the way we want our football to be – tooth and claw, life and death – and that is exactly what the Play-Offs gave us that day and have delivered throughout their history. I for one cannot get enough of them. They have developed their own identity and have established a special place in the hearts and minds of so many by stirring, and often toying, with the emotions. They can be the cruellest of mistresses or the most generous of white knights, and in their capacity to move us so completely they have become the epitome of the very best of English football.

In that cherished neutral role that I had adopted for this match I recognised so much of why and what makes the Play-Offs particularly enticing. Once they have you gripped they will not relinquish their hold, so welcome to their history and strap yourself in, as it is going to be a bumpy, eventful but ultimately entertaining ride over the past thirty years. By standing outside and looking in we can all gain an invaluable insight into the core, the heart, the very essence of the Play-Offs and what has made them such an indispensable element of our football lives.

INTRODUCTION

As you will have realised from the Foreword, I have an obsession with the Play-Offs. Some might even venture that it borders on the unhealthy but I prefer to house it under the good practice of attention to detail. If you are embarking on writing a history, you have to spend endless hours thinking about the subject matter, delving into every nook and cranny to find the best nuggets. Those best nuggets are, almost by definition, not the easiest to find and therefore are all the more rewarding once you stumble across them, having travelled down a series of cul-de-sacs, a maze of blind alleys and hundreds of dead ends. But those frustrating seemingly futile journeys are the ones that bring the writer nearer to the ultimate prize.

In writing this book about the history of the Play-Offs, I have spent a great deal of time considering the best way to approach the subject. Initially I was going to do so with a strict chronology, detailing their development from their conception in the mid-1980s all the way through to the present day. But then I was struck by the idea of a more thematic style, drawing together the different strands and aspects of their evolution. Ultimately, I have plumped for a hybrid, part chronology and part thematic but guided by both the personalities and features that have been inextricably involved with the Play-Offs, hence the additional profiles at the end of most chapters. Those profiles allow some breathing space to look at those key aspects in a little more depth, and often provide the real crux of that particular theme or period.

I also felt it was essential to reflect the views of the fans, as they are the lifeblood of the game and they have as much, if not more, of a right to voice their opinions than any player, manager or chairman. It was as a fan that I was first attracted to the Play-Offs and I was always determined to reflect the views of supporters. Apart from the handful of clubs at the very top of the league pyramid who have not tasted any Play-Offs action and a smattering of smaller clubs towards the other end of the spectrum, the vast majority of current league clubs have participated. Those clubs’ supporters will have experienced the cut and thrust of the Play-Offs and for the most part will retain strong and abiding memories of their involvement. For the majority of teams throughout the Football League, seasons can come and go with not much to differentiate between them, but the Play-Offs will invariably stand out for good or for bad. They leave a distinguishing mark on the fans, establishing a connection that goes beyond the realms of regular matches. The strength of this bond is almost unbreakable, as the Play-Offs get under the skin of fans more than any other aspect of football, and one of the key objectives of this book is to address exactly why and how this has happened.

It has been an absolute pleasure and a privilege talking to a whole range of people whilst researching and writing this book; indeed it is those conversations that keep us writers going as we plough our lonely furrow. The overriding sense of warmth and generosity I have come across in interviewing all the characters who bring this history to life show that, despite some evidence to the contrary, football has a good heart and that there is a genuine affection for the Play-Offs. It is already pretty clear that I am a strong advocate of the Play-Offs and although I have tried to remain objective, it would be disingenuous to suggest that I am not a huge supporter of my subject matter, especially as my club, Crystal Palace, have been very much a winner over the years. As a club, Palace do not hold many positive records, so to be the club with the most promotions to the top division via the Play-Offs is something to shout from the rooftops. To have done it four times is something that has gladdened the hearts and moistened the eyes of thousands of Eagles fans since the late 1980s. So please forgive me if I slip into partiality now and again; this reflects genuine enthusiasm rather than any desire to skew the argument.

The hallmark of the Play-Offs is their ability to stir emotions and encourage the strongest opinions on both sides of the divide. When a chairman from the losing side describes them as the best invention ever, whilst a winning manager asks for them to be scrapped immediately, you can appreciate that you are dealing with an unusual animal. No other football match has so successfully combined the significant with the spectacular, the crucial with the dramatic, the ecstasy with the agony, in quite the manner that the Play-Offs have over the last three decades. Love them or hate them you simply cannot ignore them. The Play-Offs may not have the cachet of the Champions League, the traditions of the FA Cup or the allure of the Premier League, but at times, they can rival, even overshadow, these more illustrious competitions and punch well above their weight.

Additionally, the Play-Offs have made the most positive and lasting impression on the landscape of English football over the last twenty-seven years. After their introduction as a system for deciding the last promotion slot for the three lower divisions of the Football League in the 1986/87 season, they have proved to be a key element in ensuring football’s standing as the most popular spectator sport in the country. Without their influence, the football industry may have gone down a radically different path and its position could have been undermined to such an extent that it might have surrendered its status as the national game.

Despite their acknowledged importance, the Play-Offs still divide opinion into two distinct camps. The advocates view them as a suitably dramatic climax to the league season, a season that is considerably enlivened by the prospect of a handful of clubs battling to contest this eventful denouement to the bitter end. By providing teams, which might have previously been destined to mid-table mediocrity, with a real sense of purpose and an achievable aim, the Play-Offs have injected fresh impetus into many a club’s season. The critics talk of ‘a lottery’ by pointing to the inequality of a team finishing a few places and many points above a rival after a full league season and yet potentially losing out on promotion to that team with an inferior league record. Whilst there are plenty of hard-luck stories and this argument does have some credence, surely the numerous benefits outweigh any sense of injustice.

A lottery is defined as something that ‘is governed by chance’ and whilst any game of football has an element of fortune, there is so much to be admired in the skills and aptitude of all those who perform under the most severe pressure. When everything is up for grabs is the time when the very best excel, so the Play-Offs can be seen as the ultimate test; less a lottery, more a high-grade laboratory providing the ultimate in litmus tests of performance under pressure. If you can thrive in this environment it augurs well for your career as a player or as a manager.

The Play-Offs are not only an integral part of English football but they have also become one of the most enjoyable and entertaining aspects of the domestic game. Nearly everyone recognises the way in which they have developed from their humble origins into one of the most attractive and vibrant features of the season. The manner in which they have transformed the flow of the season, with so many more clubs being in with a shout of promotion, has left an indelible mark on English football. There is a particular type of tension, a distinctive atmosphere that characterises the Play-Offs, and even though many fans have suffered at their hands, their popularity has grown consistently over the last twenty-five years or so.

Whatever role one may have, whether it be as a neutral observer, a historian or a fan, the vast majority of football people hold a deep and lasting affection for the Play-Offs. Through this book I want to show the reasons why they are so well liked and hope that others can appreciate the virtues that make them so attractive. Speaking to an array of fans, players, managers, chairmen and chief executives, the response was universally very positive. Ian Holloway can remember being an opponent of the system initially. He was dead against the concept and his comments are typical of the response of so many within the game. At first I didn’t like the Play-Offs as I felt the team that finished third deserved to go up, Holloway admits. "After forty-six games that’s long enough. But I’m now the biggest fan ever because