Book Description
Scarborough Football Club contains nearly 200 images recording the history of Scarborough Football Club. From the early days in the Northern League, it charts Scarborough's progress into the Football League and return to the Nationwide Conference.
Particular tribute is paid to the four FA Trophy Final appearances during the 1970s and the ups and downs of Football League membership from 1987 to 1999.
The selection includes team group pictures, action shots and notable events, plus covers and contents of many rare and unusual matchday programmes. Great managers such as Colin Appleton and Neil Warnock, players like Tommy Mooney, who were nurtured by the club before going on to fame in the Premiership, are all here. Many original photographs that have never before been published are found in this collection, featuring Wembley triumphs, giant-killing acts and overseas tours.

From the Author
Scarborough Football Club (Images of Sport) is a collection of nearly 200 interesting photographs and other images arranged in roughly chronological order, dating from the 19th century through to 2002.
The biggest section of the book covers Scarborough's Football League seasons from 1987 to 1999. As arguably the most important era in the history of the club to date, this needed an extensive permanent photographic record.
Indeed, an entire book could have been devoted to the Football League years alone but I wanted to make this a book that spanned all eras and that could appeal to all fans. The division of chapters basically chose itself: the early years up to World War Two; post-war entry into the Midland League and onto the Northern Premier League; the glorious 1970s, a period probably when, with four Wembley finals and numerous FA Cup runs, that more people in the town watched at least one game a season than at any other time; progress into the Alliance Premier League; the Football League years and finally, return to the Nationwide Conference and fresh hope for the future.

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Most Helpful Customer Reviews   Heroes, Villains and straggly-haired ego-trippers, 16 May 2003 By  Seahorse (UK) - See all my reviews Like so many provincial football clubs in these financially crippling times, Scarborough Football Club's best trade today is the one they can make on their memories. While their latest batch of hopeless youth team causes and greying ex-league rejects plough lonely furrows up and down Conference fields with all the aplomb of broken Bulgarian tractors, gems like the "Images of Sport" series remind the emotionally-wrung souls of the Seadog terraces of times when it was mercifully not always thus. Our pedigree may not one which would strike awe into the hearts of the latest celebrities and out-of town-glory boys who attach themselves in increasing numbers to whoever the last team was to win the Premiership. But Scarborough supporters are justifiably proud of a history which once made them one of the most feared amateur clubs in the country before the inevitable ugly lure of professionalism afforded them 12 years in the Football League sun and left them burnt, broke, but better off for the memories. Those memories are chronicled superbly in the 128-page book, which begins with horse-drawn carriage drivers peering over the Athletic Ground fence in 1898 and ends with the class of 2002 performing an unlikely lap of honour after a goalless draw against Dagenham and Redbridge which closed nothing more than another season of mid-table anonymity. The cabs which took the ever-dwindling hordes home that day had engines now, but 105 years of screeching protest from the back seats remained constant. It is hard not to be cynical when flicking through the images of men in shorts meaningless to many but their families and those handfuls of supporters who saw them score the winner at the other end of the country on a wet and windy Tuesday night. But therein lies the book's charm. You have not heard of Harold Blanckley, Malcolm Thompson, John Ashdjian or Eric Pickup. But within these pages they are heroes, each having left their own milk bottle of history jangling on the doorsteps of the souls whose thirst for fleeting glory they once so admirably quenched. We reached Wembley four times, we signed players from Bermuda and the Detroit Express and we beat Parma. The tourists flocked to build sandcastles on our beaches while we allowed men with moustaches to carve memories into our hearts. We became the first club to be automatically promoted to the Football League and we beat Chelsea and Coventry in the League Cup. Only an untimely sea fret prevented us doing the same to Arsenal. Those were our days in the sun but the storm clouds gathered and ultimately drip-dripped disaster upon the club like a long-haired devil shaking his mane from above. We lost our League status in 1999 when a goalkeeper who should not have been playing scored a winner in injury time which should not have been added on in a city which should have been dumped on Scotland years ago and saved us all from the misery. The picture on page 121 says it all. Young fans run onto the pitch, punching the air in the apparently mistaken belief that our League status is safe. This book is not for them - those sometime supporters whose only true desire that day was to squeeze a fleeting moment of glory from something which even they might have known deep down was destined for heartache. This is for those of us who allowed our lives to be enlightened and excruciated by the largely transient men who wore our badge. Those of us who spent our birthday money on inflatable seagulls and spurned debauched sixth-form school parties for the anonymous slog of end-of-season trips to Maidstone. Those of us who are grown up now, and wonder what might have been. What if we'd stayed in the League. What if I'd gone to that party instead. But that is to sully the unexplainable one-time passion which only books like this can realistically reignite. They remind us that last minute goals were our aphrodisiac, the men who scored them our Gods, now glorying on our bookshelves for all time.  Comment | Permalink | Was this review helpful to you? (Report this)   HAHA LOL, 6 Jan 2008 By  Mj England "Camera Man" (Guildford, Surrey) - See all my reviews    ANY BOOK TO DO WITH SCARBOROUGH FC IS FUNNY IT IS A SAD SHAME THEY HAVE GONE UNDER, BUT I'M SURE THEY'LL BE BACK!  Comment | Permalink | Was this review helpful to you? (Report this) › See all 2 customer reviews...		Search Customer Reviews Only search this product's reviews