Mark Evans on the Icelandic legend that is Heiðar Helguson
A Watford fanzine cartoon once depicted Heiðar Helguson tucking into the Icelandic delicacies hárkal (treated shark) and puffin (an elusive sight on my holidays to places where you might even spot one, let alone catch and scoff one!) I ...
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A poem by Pete Bradshaw
That sense of belonging
Familiar faces, familiar feelings
Familiar spaces
WD18, 100 years
Presence collective, individual
Rituals and routines
Evolved over time
Tribal choreography
Set to the season’s fixtures
The rhythm of each year
Punctuated into 90-minute episodes...
Nick Catley looks at the player who literally did it on a Tuesday night in Stoke – and changed a season
At 4:15 pm on 3 April 1999, Tommy Mooney’s Vicarage Road career seemed to be gradually coasting to a halt, as he sat on the bench – not an unfamiliar spot for him that season – watching the H...
Pete Remnant of You ‘Orns TV and Do Not Scratch Your Eyes remembers the M1 derby in the nineties and one game in particular...
Twenty-five years ago, three friends and I sat in a pub in Croxley Green having returned from a derby match at Kenilworth Road. We were stunned and kept looking at each...
Colin Payne looks back fondly at a time when attendances were actual attendances
As the teams came out onto the brightly illuminated pitch, I scanned across the stands. The away end was quite well populated for a night game with the TV cameras in attendance, the Ann Stand had far more empty sea...
From the April 2001 edition of The Yellow Experience the forever-missed Steve Todd recounts an event which defied physics
Whoaaa! Cough! Splutter! Gah! Gah! Goaaaal!
An ecstatic Rookery erupted from its stunned amazement. Men on the pitch in golden shirts and socks, and black shorts, rushed wit...
Colin Payne goes back thirty years, mans the barricades, and sells you the truth, all for 50p
Hunched over the old ribbon typewriter the fingers crashed down with purpose, for each word was a heartfelt statement. This was the revolution, the new radicals were taking their place on the street, s...
In a mysterious occurrence, far too complicated to explain to anyone lacking a degree in quantum physics, Watford’s tenacious midfield lion, Roger Joslyn, has been transported from 1978 to today’s first-team squad. Caught in a maelstrom of conflicting ideologies, Jaws is forced to adapt to modern...
Tim Turner has a question: why does everyone stand at away games?
As anyone who’s visited West Ham’s not-quite-so-new-anymore home ground knows, the seating arrangement is uniquely problematic, with the away fans split between an upper and a lower tier that are separated by a wide, empty concou...
In a mysterious occurrence, far too complicated to explain to anyone lacking a degree in quantum physics, Watford’s tenacious midfield lion, Roger Joslyn, has been transported from 1978 to today’s first-team squad. Caught in a maelstrom of conflicting ideologies, Jaws is forced to adapt to modern...
Mark Evans boldly goes where no man has... ever really wanted to go
It’s 21 November 1989 and Watford are about to begin their Zenith Data Systems Cup campaign at Ipswich Town. Interest in Hertfordshire is hardly fanatical, there will be no club coach and even my most loyal Hornet chums are swe...
Colin Payne tells the story of a thrilling day at Vicarage Road in 1946
During Vicarage Road’s 100-year history, the numerous uses of the stadium have been well documented. Ranging from pop concerts to Girl Guide jamborees, boxing bouts to the filming of Murphy’s Mob, horse shows to a makeshift...