Strictly No Dancing?

[markyt]

Apologies for a few typos - not sure how I can edit them after posting.

hopefully they don't spoil the story or your enjoyment of the ride.

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The omens for the Hayes home match on the 7th March were not good.

Mark's team selection had taxed his mind for several days.

With Scott Walker his only left sided midfielder on the treatment table who to bring in to replace him would be crucial.

The options were simplified by the actions of one such possibility. Left back Michael Wilce in an attacking role.

Whilst out of position Wilce was comfortable in a wingback role and a decent crosser of the ball. The balance of the team would therefore remain.

This option was destroyed two days before kick off. Wilce had mouthed off to a local journalist that he deserved a greater role in the team and a salary to match and if this didn't happen he would be demanding a transfer.

A heated argument between Mark and Wilce the same day as the article appeared compounded the situation.

Wilce petulant and unapologetic for his outburst.

Mark well known for his stubbornness and at times arrogant tone took serious offence at the defenders position and Wilce dug a deeper hole for himself with every comment made. Weeks after signing a 'new contract' Wilce was now demanding 5 times more expecting to be paid what he was worth....

Mark had had enough and threw the spade into the hole.

At least Wilce could dig the hole deeper with the correct equipment.

No new contract, dropped from the first team, and placed on the transfer list.

Wilce was not going to be highest earner at the club, not now and not ever period.

Wilce instead of backing down and not realising that he was losing the argument and failed to change tact immediately sailing on regardless. Meeting finished Wilce disappeared from the ground and was missing from training next day.

Unforgivable and costing him two weeks wages in fines.

The other playing options for Mark on the left side were striker Sigere or right sided midfielder Hawkins. After discussions with his coaching staff and views aired Mark selected Hawkins. Hawkins was ecstatic and his training leading up to the match exemplary.

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Hayes home

1:0

After hitting the front WSM's impersonation of Paula Radcliffe in an Olympic 10000 metre final was uncanny.

With their noses in front and the closing line in sight they were floundering.

The pressure of expectation taking its toll and a lack of finishing speed still allowing the runners behind to keep the gap tight.

Hayes had been mid table all season long but on a mild moonlit night they easily kept WSM at bay.

Harsh words at half time made little or no difference. Hayes would not buckle under the increasing pace of the game defending resolutely. The free flowing football of February long forgotten.

A final throw of the dice striker Sigere on at the 75 minute mark, Hawkins moving to the right wing, Brown playing just behind the front two. The final tactical part of the change left back Gillan moving forward to left midfield.

The changes whilst positive left a huge gap in defence and were a massive gamble with Mark now desperate to claim three points.

With minutes left on the clock Sigere pounced on a loose ball smashing it into the roof of the net. Jarman credited as the creator after heading a corner goalwards denied by a defender on the line. As the ball hit the back of the net Mark could almost hear the crowd gasp for breath. A stunned silence descended across the ground before the cheers of relief erupted.

A win when a team played particularly badly was supposed to be a sign of a good side.

Mark laid into his team in the dressing room post match.

The players were left under no doubt that the points were not deserved and that they had a long way to go before being considered a 'good side.'

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Bognor home

1:0

'Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor boomed out of the Woodspring Park pa system as the Bognor players went through their last minute warm up. The play on words appreciated by most of the crowd who sang along replacing Bangor with Bognor. The comedy moment helped to ease pre match jitters. Bognor had been bottom of the table entering the New Year but a recent good run had seen them move away from the relegation zone.

Mark played the same team that had provided the drab win against Hayes.

All of the players were out to prove a point with Darren Hawkins especially keen to redeem himself and to put in a good performance.

His red card cost the team a win in their away fixture at Bognor back in October.

Ten minutes into the match and a nervy WSM crowd saw Newbold caught behind in a dangerous tackle.

Unable to continue his replacement Craig 'King' Herrod.

Nerves were dispelled shortly before half time as a Herrod cross / come shot bounced into the open net catching the keeper in no mans land. WSM unable to shake the promotion yips couldn't get out of 2nd gear.

A nothing game....

The win described afterwards as comfortable was far from convincing and alert keeping from Northmore ensured no embarrassment for the league leaders against supposed lowly opposition. Three points for the league leaders.

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From a three horse race as recent as January there were now six clubs involved in a promotion hunt.

Only one team would be automatically promoted. The next four involved in the play offs.

Eastbourne and Dorchester had put runs together to now be in with a shout come the final few games.

Lewes, Sutton and Newport had been there all season long. Lewes despite recent losses remained in 2nd place but Eastbourne on a magnificent run with 6 wins on the trot were within striking distance.

Whilst WSM in pole position were now the firm favourites with the bookies there was still a long way to go and any of the five could still claim the automatic place. The neutral would have felt sorry for Farnborough. Ten points adrift at the start of the season but now up into the top half. Add the ten points and they too would have been jostling the promotion hunting clubs.

The fixture computer had not been kind to Mark and his WSM team. The three final games - Newport, Eastbourne and Sutton.

Cause for optimism amongst the promotion chasing group and it would ensure that the league title would go down to the wire.

No wonder both the players and the fans were jittery............

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Salisbury away

1:1

For a team thrashed 5:1 earlier in the season Salisbury now nestled in the top half of the table had a point to prove.

With Matt Tubbs their prolific striker one of the league's top scorers WSM had more than enough signs to be wary.

After a first half when both teams sparred and shadow boxed the second half turned out be a cracker.

High quality football and a tempo worthy of gracing a much higher league.

The stark warnings Mark had issued to his players pre match came to vivid fruition on 50 minutes.

Tubbs without a real chance picked up a flick on just inside the WSM box and cleverly drilled past the keeper.

Mark's language was not good!

As the players lined up for kick off Mark bellowed some new instructions to his team.

Within seven minutes the tactics paid off and the scores level. Bypassing the Salisbury midfield with a long ball Rose cleverly found space and Newbold at pace launched himself at the ball strking it on the half volley, hitting the ball so cleanly that the keeper didn't see the ball fly past him. A goal of the season contender.

With the equaliser came a revigorated WSM.

For the last 30 minutes WSM camped in the Salisbury half but as the full time whistle blew the scoreline remained 1:1.

With the results coming in WSM's lead at the top of the table was down to just two points.

Lewes and Eastbourne were 2nd and 3rd but on the same number of points.

The relatively short journey home on the coach was a sombre affair. Being league leaders looked to be pressure that the team couldn't cope with and Mark's softly softly approach to training over the next few days all about instilling confidence and faith.

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Yeading away

2:1

A welcome site for Mark the return of Scott Walker on the left wing. An instant return paying dividends as a Walker one two with Rose opened the Yeading defence on 5 minutes creating space for Newbold who duly finished with aplomb.

Following his Salisbury goal a few days earlier this finish too was top draw.

Late in the first half with WSM dominating and looking as if a surge of confidence had washed over them, Craig Rand playing in central defence in place of the suspended Sam Bailey dithered on the ball and was caught in pocession.

The Yeading striker one on one with the keeper made no mistake.

The second half a similar story to the first.

WSM were everywhere desperate for the win.

Hurried shots and misplaced passes in the final third could have cost them dear.

The final minutes ebbed slowly away but with three sets fresh of legs on the pitch after a triple substitution on 70 minutes WSM continued to press for the winner.

Scott Walker tiring after his lay off could hardly move.

His marker confident that the WSM man was a spent force drifted away.

A diagonal ball on 90 minutes found Walker completely open on the left hand side of the penalty box and after controlling the ball a grass cutter of a shot bobbled past the Yeading keeper to claim a win for WSM.

Seconds later the whistle blew and Walker was carried off the pitch shoulder high by his ecstatic and relieved team mates.

The coach ride home much happier than the last trip.

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Welling - home

4:2

The Western Mercury headline post the Welling home game 'WSM -Western Start Move' towards promotion.

2500 fans packed into a noisy Woodspring Park to watch an invigorated and confident home team performance.

McGregor and Newbold gleefully adding to their goal tally for the season both scoring well worked goals in a first half of one way traffic. A stiff breeze on their backs added momentum to the pace and power of the WSM play.

Late into the first half Ben Kirk pulled up after going over on his ankle.

He was struggling and lay on the touchline as the physio team went to work.

Mark reluctant to make a quick substitution until the medics had the chance to make an assessment moved Newbold back into midfield.

Welling seized upon the opportunity of the man advantage and pulled a scrappy goal back just before the half time whistle.

Not deserved.....

During the interval it was obvious that Kirk was unable to continue and this allowed loanee Nick McKoy to make his first appearance at home. Mark was furious with speed of the medics in making a decision but the damage was done. 5 minutes was 5 minutes too long! The loss of Kirk cost a goal but if the team continued in the same manner in the second half the three points would be banked.

An upbeat team talk demanded more of the same.

Walker and Newbold sealed the points adding a real gloss to the performance.

Walker smashed home a penalty after a handball in the box and Newbold after a mazy run placed the ball through the keeper's legs.

The WSM crowd were delirious. Another late goal against the run of play ruined the end result. Mark went ballistic as Sam Bailey lost his marker as a free kick was launched into the box. A goal was duly scored with Northmore having absolutely no chance.

The bad habit of letting in late goals was one that needed to stop before it cost WSM points.

Lewes like a marathon runner hitting the wall after 19 mile had been caught and overtaken by Eastbourne. The promotion race was now wide open but WSM had a five point lead and with a handful of games remaining were the bookies out and out favourites for automatic promotion. Not in Mark's mind. Newport County and led by the prolific Benyon were his favourites for automatic promotion. WSM had to keep on winning....

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To the power of 5

The final month of the season dawned. Five games lay between WSM joy and despair.

With 78 points prior to going into the Easter campaign WSM were guaranteed at least a play off place.

During the April review Mark upbeat in his assessment, knew that the final three fixtures were where the club's destiny lay.

The last three games against Newport, Sutton and Eastbourne would define the season.

Eastbourne the form side and in now upto 2nd place purely on games won. Lewes and Sutton close to the league summit all season and following a mid season run Newport including decimating WSM just before Christmas. These five teams were clear.

The only other team with a slim possibility of play off hopes.

Dorchester and they would be requiring a huge slice of luck.....

In theory WSM had the worst run in of the five teams but were five points clear. The positive spin that Mark put on the run in 3 of the five were playing WSM and all would have to win to deny the team its deserved right of promotion.

The added benefit WSM had over their rivals was the best goal difference.

This alone could be worth an extra point depending on circumstances.

Five games, five teams and only two winners would come from the power of 5.

Injuries and suspension were the only concerns for Mark as the Easter programme loomed.

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Eastleigh

0:1

Easter Saturday and WSM got egg sactly what they deserved from the game.

Nothing! The dominance of previous games long forgotten as Eastleigh playing their neat passing game carved opening after opening amongst the WSM defence. The scoreline of just one goal did not do Eastleigh justice.

Safely placed in the top half and with nothing to play for Eastleigh played with a freedom and belief that should have seen them much better placed. The back four of Gillan, Thorpe, Rand and Bailey although playing in the team all season long struggled to gel without Lee Jarman's strong leadership skills. An injury to Bailey early in the second half forced a change in tactics with McKoy coming into midfield with a back four becoming three.

Changes in personnel and tactics made no impact. Nor did Mark's animated touchline antics.

Bordering on abusive at times all he got for his efforts was a sore throat. Newbold and McGregor should have sat with the WSM fans in the stands as they were as much spectators as the 400 who had made the journey.

Moral took another dent as the players heard that both Eastbourne and Lewes had won.

Eastbourne were now within two points of first spot.

Happy Easter!!!!

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The WSM team didn't have much of a chance to breathe following their woeful showing at Eastleigh. The second Easter fixture upon them in just a short space of 48 hours. Injuries and suspension ravaged the team and Mark spent Easter Sunday weighing up the options. Of the original back four that had played so well together for the majority of the season there was only one recognised player available, Craig Rand.

Tough decisions needed to be made.

These included formation, players available and game tactics.

Mark was the only person at the ground on a wet and miserable afternoon.

After two hours of painstaking thinking he had resolved in his own mind the team he would play.

In defence he recalled Michael Wilce. Wilce had been working hard with the youth squad since his argument over a new contract.

No offers had come in for the player and Wilce after initially feeling very sorry for himself had made significant effort to appease the situation. He would get his chance for redemption.

With a gaping hole in central defence to cover Mark called up youth squad player Mark Jackson. He had pondered playing a midfielder out of position but Jackson at just 18 was one of the future stars of the club. The phone call to Jackson to let him know he was playing and would make his first team debut brightened up an otherwise miserable afternoon.

Newbold and McGregor both had picked up knocks that just wouldn't clear up.

To play one or both was a risky strategy especially as there was no recovery time in the Easter fixture period.

From the mornings warm down at the ground McGregor looked to be struggling and therefore would take a place on the bench.

Craig Herrod given another chance to lead the line.

Bishop Stortford

4:0

Teetering on the edge of relegation Bishop Stortford were battling away picking up points and looking increasingly likely to stay up.

Hammered 4:1 earlier in the season at home by WSM they were wary of lightning striking twice and set out a 4/5/1 formation hoping to take advantage of lapses of concentration or breakaway opportunities. Despite a fragile back four WSM dominated the game with Herrod and Newbold being provided with a steady supply of ammunition by a rock steady midfield quartet.

Walker, Brown, Kirk and Rose were magnificent stemming and stubbing out any Stortford thrust whilst creating chaos in the opposition half. No surprise that Newbold on 40 minutes picked up on a through ball, left his marker for dead before burying the ball past the advancing keeper. 2800 WSM fans cheered the goal as much with relief as joy.

Mark praised the midfield four, taking time to let Jackson and Wilce know they were doing well and demanded more from the front two.

A three goal blitz had Bishop Stortford waving the white flag and offering surrender terms.

Herrod picking up two goals, one header and a flukey shot that just evaded the diving keeper.

After a melee in the box Wilce completed the scoring with a well placed shot side footed into the net.

Game over and three well earned points which would set them up for the next fixture Newport away.

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After the jubilation of the Easter Monday home game Mark returned to work the next day in high spirits.

Paul Bliss was waiting in his office. A suprise as he had been due to go away for a few days to Paris. The reason for the change to plans soon revealed. Manchester City had parted company with an old England colleague Stuart Pearce and Mark was now flavour of the month. Whilst the press had hinted as much in the weekend papers the suprise this time that speculation was fact.

Man City wanted to talk to Mark.

Hours later Mark had flown from Exeter to Manchester airport where he had met with the key directors of the club.

A lucrative offer placed on the table which included a transfer budget of £9 million.

Too good to be refused.....

Mark wanted time to think and after the whirlwind of activity during the day he returned home to ponder the decision.

A sleepless night as he tossed and turned and considered the proposal.

Waking early next morning 'the decision made' he felt refreshed despite the lack of sleep.

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Despite the early hour Mark's mobile phone clattered into life. Mark grabbed the phone before it had a chance to belt out the ringtone a second time. He didn't need to look at the caller display. It was Carolyn Smith his agent.

"Sparky what are you doing up so early? As if I didn't know?"

Hi Carolyn - couldn't sleep so I thought I'd get up and watch Match of the Day from last Saturday.

"Watch the city game?"

'Yes I did - why on earth did they let Stuart go when they are 6th in the league?'

"Not able to handle the big name players and not keen to sign them either was the vibe I'm getting - nothing else really except the usual changing room grumbles. What are you thinking?"

The timing is lousy - WSM are going into a three match promotion battle.

Win lose and draw and we will be promoted.

But.... Man City is a mighty tempting offer.

Anyway Carolyn I've made the call - as simple as heads or tails in the end. Heads won.

Silence before Carolyn could wait no longer "And????"

I'm staying until the end of the season.

I would sign up to Man City if they ask me again in the Summer.

I know that's not going to happen.

Tell them I'm sorry but I want to see this job through. If they want me now then its a no.

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(Correction from a previous post - Newport home the next fixture)

The dust had long settled on the Man City option.

Mark had turned the offer down and one certain Bryan Robson now in charge. Mark had laughed so much when he heard the news that he nearly parked his car into the crash barrier on the M5. That Robson had been second choice for the job made him feel so good!

The Easter holidays had seen a burst of fine weather. Not quite beach weather yet but definetly the weather for short sleeves.

Working hard in bright sunshine a bonus for the first team squad.

Saturday 14th of April saw WSM entertain Newport. Newport thrashed comprehensively a WSM team who at the time remained unbeaten.

The Newport team playing included Mark's number one signing, the coveted Elliot Benyon. Not much hope of that happening admitted but Mark was keen to watch Benyon at close quarters. For a while Newport had been as good as anyone in the league. But for an awful start they would and should have been top of the league. Too many draws in the tail end of the season meant that unless WSM, Eastbourne and Lewes fell apart the play offs were their only hope of promotion.

The same WSM team that had played well and beaten Bishop Stortford 4:0 lined up for the match.

Pre match preparation had identified how the team could win.

Everyone still hurt from the pre Christmas match at Newport and didn't need much reminding of the key men to look out for.

WSM were ready to rumble.

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Win lose or draw

Newport - home

0:4

Watching three days work disintegrate before your very eyes his a bitter pill to swallow. The preparations were right, not one player not aware of their own responsibilities. Deja vu!

Newport were first to every ball, first to every half chance and dominated from the off. Two down after just 10 minutes enough to send a sane man off the end of WSM pier. The WSM team had lost the plot long before half time already heading towards the interval three goals down. Benyon had led the line superbly netting two goals and having an assist notched up on the third.

Mark felt as if he had just been mugged for his phone.

The half time team talk was short and sharp.

Mark was almost lost for words but spent an angry and bitter 15 minutes reshaping.

The letting down of 2800 fans the final cresendo of words to land on players ears....

All to no avail. Benyon was going to have a huge future. He tore the makeshift WSM defence apart.

Mark Jackson looked like a schoolboy playing against a grown man and for his own sanity was withdrawn from the final 20 minutes.

By then Newport and Benyon had added to the tally.

The final whistle blew and a chorus of boo's erupted from all sides of the ground.

Well beaten and tossed asside by a much better team....

The lock in after the game went on well into Saturday night.

The talks just as much about reshaping hearts and minds as disceminating the match performance.

The lead at the top now just two points separated WSM and Eastbourne. Eastbourne were next up.

Two games to go and destiny remained in WSM hands. Two difficult games into the bargain.

Lose at home to Eastbourne and the season could end with nothing to cheer about.

Lose! win and draw?

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Mark's 41st birthday started off brightly the postman delivering an avalanche of cards and packets.

Several cards from past colleagues both from Chelsea and England days included good luck message for the final run in.

It seemed everyone of them was now watching the WSM bandwagon and with the league finishing tape fast approaching were hoping that Mark could lead his team into the promised land. Of all the cards he opened on that April morning the message from his all time hero Kerry Dixon probably meant the most. Mark on early arrival at Stamford Bridge had actually cleaned Dixon's boots.

Within just one season they were playing in the same side together. Mark 's Chelsea career began slowly but after his feet caught up with the speed of professional football he began to make an odd appearance.

After being farmed out on loan by the club he was ready for the rigours and demands of a high profile club.

That he was one of the few players to see the transformation of the club to the giddy heights of annual top 3 challengers testimony to hard work and determination. The brightness of the day soon dimmed.

With injury and suspensions already limiting the team WSM could field against Eastbourne further injury in the last training session before the match was not good news. Wilce pulled up in the warm up sprints.

The impact - no left sided defenders available.

The defence already shorn of first team regulars would now include 'a less than fully fit' Sam Bailey.

Bailey would be out of position on the left and at best able to complete 60 minutes or so.

The WSM team for Saturday would need the midfield four and the strike force of Newbold and Mcgregor to fire.

Anything less and it would be a nail biting afternoon.

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3000 fans packed into Woodspring Park.

The atmosphere electric, the noise deafening.

Team talk completed, WSM lined up ready for the Eastbourne challenge.

Like the Stallone movie Cliffhanger WSM had an explosive start before hanging on for grim death.

One shot and a goal for Ben Kirk on 9 minutes.

A dream start and a lovely breakaway goal, created by Newbold with Kirk latching onto a miss hit shot, thumping home to the ecstatic delight of the crowd.

What followed for the remaining 81 minutes nothing short of torture for Mark.....

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81 minutes of backs to the wall rearguard action intermingled with almost regular and mandatory fouls and the odd break out of territory. Like a scene from a Star Wars movie wave after wave of Eastbourne attack on the death star or in this case the WSM goal net. Rand and young Mark Jackson playing their hearts out both growing in stature and confidence as the game progressed.

A head, a leg, a thigh thrown at the ball to block the goal attempt. Defending from the front WSM looked to secure the win that would guarantee promotion regardless of the final game. Mark himself gained the attention of the 4th official. His constant leaving of his touchline area causing swift rebuke. Mark determined to keep the back four as far up the pitch the reason for his determination to stray.

Eastbourne poured on the pressure knowing that nothing less than a win would suffice.

The agony and the ecstasy of the beautiful game.

The card count soon mounted up. The niggly fouls as much timewasting as desire to win the ball.

Mark made three changes on 60 minutes. One in midfield and replaced both strikers.

All three were done for after working so hard to preserve the lead but after picking up a yellow card Mark knew that the importance of 11 men remaining on the pitch for the whole 90 minutes. McKoy, Herrod and Sigere made their entrance.

Whilst the crowd hoped for a change in fortunes after their introduction the 'star wars death star' remained under a torrent of attack.

Eastbourne becoming more and more frustrated by the resolute defence began to throw caution to the wind.

Their desperation to get the ball back ever more pressing. On 79 minutes the referee could take more and despatched the Eastbourne captain for an early bath. The roar that met the dimissal could have been heard in Bristol.

The last 10 minutes were less frantic for the WSM back line. Northmore the keeper not being called into action.

Eastbourne ran themselves into the ground and as the whistle sounded collapsed as one in sheer exhaustion.

WSM had won the 'big match' and promotion confirmed.

Mark's jig of delight to congratulate the team worthy of David Pleat.

Win lose or draw had been the challenge for the last three games of the season.

Lose, win and who cares less would be all that anyone would ever recall.

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Eastbourne - home

1:0

The celebrations of promotion went on well in to the night.

Mark determined that the lads would never forget the winning feeling made sure the bar at the club remained free until closure.

Paul Bliss and his fellow directors promised to pick up the tab for the players and their families.

The jubilation of the board at the club's success open for all to see.

For a supposed relegation haunted side - they had beaten the odds.

It wasn't a particularly expensive or drunken night but no one wanted to go home, instead savouring every minute of their hard earned fortunes. Mark left the party just after 11pm. Normally post match he would make the short drive home to Exeter.

Tonight he had booked a room at a local hotel for his family. Out of season the very late booking to a top WSM hotel a mere formality.

The fact that the room was upgraded to a suite by the time he checked in, repayment from a grateful fan.

Despite the late hour WSM was very much alive. Mark although tired wasn't ready for bed.

Opening the patio doors and standing on the balcony looking over the seafront he could see and here the fans singing, many were drunk but all were having a great time. The smell of the sea awakened the senses. The moon dancing on the gentle waves almost smiled down on his success. He went to bed and for the first time in weeks slept soundly until the early morning sunshine awoke him.

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The week following promotion became a blur.

Training bouyant, worries forgotten and the team enjoyed working in the early summer sunshine.

Media attention for WSM remained but without the intensity or pressure of the previous weeks.

Mark appeared on West Country Football Night and the appearance of the trophy brought a standing ovation.

Ian Holloway unable to appear added his congratulations by phone live on air.

Plymouth remained in the promotion hunt but would need the play offs to go their way.

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Sutton - away

0:0

With promotion already confirmed this top of the table encounter was already rendered meaningless.

Sutton were in the play offs. After their early season form they had expected so much more.

Sutton already with an eye on the games ahead played a relatively weak side.

Dangerous and experienced enough to make a result but a team short on regular first team players.

WSM now bereft of their star players due to either injury or suspension fielded the only side available to them.

Quality and skill were absent.

WSM for 90 minutes managed just one shot on goal. Sutton well worth the entrance fee alone managed two.

3 shots for £11 at the gates. Not much of a bargain. Awful and many fans would have had more fun watching paint dry.

The WSM support could not care less. The 400 who had made the journey were only there for a party and the result didn't matter.

Fun in the sun..... maybe not but the noise they made making up for the low attendance.

When the final whistle blew Mark was as glad as any neutral.

It had been miserable football and as it involved two top league performers perhaps all the more embarrassing.

Time for a holiday!

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| Pos | Inf | Team | | Pld | Won | Drn | Lst | For | Ag | G.D. | Pts |

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| 1st | C | Weston-super-Mare | | 42 | 23 | 16 | 3 | 78 | 39 | +39 | 85 |

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| 2nd | Pl | Eastbourne Boro | | 42 | 24 | 9 | 9 | 64 | 45 | +19 | 81 |

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| 3rd | Pl | Lewes | | 42 | 23 | 9 | 10 | 74 | 52 | +22 | 78 |

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| 4th | Pl | Newport Co | | 42 | 21 | 11 | 10 | 73 | 45 | +28 | 74 |

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| 5th | Pl | Sutton Utd | | 42 | 18 | 18 | 6 | 63 | 39 | +24 | 72 |

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| 6th | | Dorchester | | 42 | 18 | 15 | 9 | 64 | 43 | +21 | 69 |

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| 7th | | Salisbury | | 42 | 17 | 12 | 13 | 63 | 58 | +5 | 63 |

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| 8th | | Farnborough | | 42 | 18 | 18 | 6 | 80 | 54 | +26 | 62 |

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| 9th | | Welling | | 42 | 17 | 8 | 17 | 60 | 71 | -11 | 59 |

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| 10th | | Eastleigh | | 42 | 15 | 12 | 15 | 63 | 56 | +7 | 57 |

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| 11th | | Havant & W | | 42 | 16 | 9 | 17 | 56 | 52 | +4 | 57 |

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| 12th | | Hayes | | 42 | 14 | 10 | 18 | 41 | 42 | -1 | 52 |

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| 13th | | Fisher | | 42 | 13 | 13 | 16 | 53 | 58 | -5 | 52 |

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| 14th | | Yeading | | 42 | 15 | 7 | 20 | 49 | 71 | -22 | 52 |

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| 15th | | Histon | | 42 | 13 | 9 | 20 | 54 | 62 | -8 | 48 |

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| 16th | | Bishop's Stortford | | 42 | 11 | 15 | 16 | 51 | 73 | -22 | 48 |

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| 17th | | Basingstoke | | 42 | 12 | 9 | 21 | 33 | 56 | -23 | 45 |

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| 18th | | Bognor Regis | | 42 | 9 | 15 | 18 | 49 | 57 | -8 | 42 |

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| 19th | | Thurrock | | 42 | 8 | 16 | 18 | 36 | 50 | -14 | 40 |

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| 20th | R | Bedford | | 42 | 8 | 13 | 21 | 32 | 49 | -17 | 37 |

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| 21st | R | Cambridge City | | 42 | 8 | 13 | 21 | 34 | 68 | -34 | 37 |

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| 22nd | R | Braintree | | 42 | 9 | 7 | 26 | 52 | 82 | -30 | 34 |

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| 10 points deducted from Farnborough

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Hopefully someone can tidy the above entry for me.

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One week later and Mark joined the Chelsea team at Stamford Bridge. They were crowned champions for the third season running and he had been invited by the Premier League to bring the trophy onto the pitch. At his side Robert Di Matteo. The rousing reception that both men got an honour. Mark then walked aroud the pitch saluting the fans. They were aware of the success the ex Chelsea man and holding up WSM's trophy the crowd cheered all the more. News filtered through that Dennis Wise had secured promotion with Leeds.

The cresendo of noise reminded Mark of the waves crashing on Elberry Cove all those month earlier.

He was a different man now.

More relaxed the smile had returned and he was once again the footballing man with a natural confidence.

The dark clouds had long gone.

He was back to his old self although his wife wasn't keen on the increase in swearing.

'Factory talk' was often her reply when he expressed a swear word too many.

No time for dancing, decisions needed to be made.

A new contract with WSM?

Who to buy?

Who to bring in?

and

Where to go for a long holiday?

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Days later and Mark and Paul sat in the boardroom discussing a new contract.

Whereas Mark had been reluctant earlier in the season to sign on the dotted line he had learnt that it was important for WSM that he did much sooner this time around. Many of the players had extended their contracts because of him and their commitment meant that he would sign up again. Paul wanted three years.

Mark would commit to one year but agreed to a gentlemans agreement that he would extend his stay if things continued to go well.

Continuity the key.

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Mark signed the new contract which delighted the players and fans accordingly.

The Western Mercury greeted the new contract with the words "Thomas Signs On"

Discussions with Paul Bliss over the first few days post season confirmed that there would be no money for transfers. (but a promise that approx 50k would be available at the end of the next season regardless of performance or league)

Debate raged on who he could bring in.

Mark had highlighted the players that he felt would add to the team for the new season.

All were out of contract and therefore freely available.

Mark would need to be closely involve in recruiting them and would have to work hard to persuade them to join the WSM bandwagon.

The ominous shadow of a straight return to the southern league was a concern for Bliss and his fellow directors.

They wanted caution on incoming players.

Their concerns that Mark might move onto better things would not be shaken and this ultimately tied Mark's hands further in terms of attracting new players.

The targets included striker Elliot Benyon, Paul Harkness left midfield to provide cover for Walker, Mark Jermyn central midfield cover for the pairing of Rose and Kirk and finally a central defender to add some experienced cover.

Youngster Mark Jackson would certainly be one for the future but Mark needed experience of a higher league into the mix.

Heated debate over final sanction on the arrival of a maximum of 5 new players agreed.

Time for Mark to go to work.

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With Mark due to fly out to Orlando in just seven days time the hustle and bustle of bringing players into the club to ensure they were available for pre season training even more focussed than normal. Quickly signed up on bosman deals Mark Jermyn from Dorchester and Paul Harkness from Farnborough. They hadn't needed too much persuassion.

Both had missed out on the play off route to promotion and were keen to join WSM and advance their career.

Jermyn would certainly push for a starting place from day one but Harkness with the ability to play wide left or up front would add depth to the squad. Day's later just as he was about to board the plane at Gatwick, scout Lee Houghton rang through to let him know that Benyon was stalling on a new contract with Bristol City.

The dream player still a possibility.

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For Mark Orlando was the perfect getaway.

He was normally left in peace and pretty much ignored by the locals.

When he was recognised it tended to lead a photo opportunity.

'This is me at the Magic Kingdom with Mark Thomas'

Orlando in May tended to be the haunt for footballers with young families.

Regardless of where you went you tended to bump into someone from the game.

Claire, Mark's wife often rolled her eyes in frustration as he seemed to always find someone from his footballing past.

No matter what they were doing.

This year was no different bumping into Nigel Worthington in the car hire depot, David Hirst shopping and Mo Johnston in Planet Hollywood.

The mobile phone had been turned off for the duration of the trip.

But Mark had been kept up to date with the player chase via daily faxes from the club.

Benyon still remained an outside chance.

Tanned, relaxed and raring to go the holiday was over. Time for the pre season work to start and the hunt for a striker and experienced defender to be brought to a close.

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The play offs completed.

Eastbourne had won through and would join WSM in the season ahead.

Plymouth to Mark's delight had beaten Birmingham to advance to the Premier League.

Before the end of May, Mark watched Chelsea add the European Cup to their trophy cupboard.

Sat next to Dennis Wise and Gianfranco Zola they were as delighted at the win as any fan.

The celebrations went on long into the night the headaches lasting much longer.

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The conference league season would have added spice for Mark.

For the first time in history WSM would line up against two other south west clubs.

Exeter suffering from the play off itch for the 3rd year running, would be promotion challengers again this season.

Torquay had been relegated and Ian Atkins still hanging on despite the board changes would add managerial experience to the battle.

Both would be difficult opponents.

His home town club were first fixture up for Mark and the WSM team.

Odd how the computer fixture managed to throw up these random chance fixtures.

At least he wouldn't have far to travel for the Exeter or Torquay away matches.

At most 30 minutes....

WSM were classed as outsiders for promotion at 16/1. Torquay outright favourites for a return. Exeter in at 4/1.

Mark knew that a good start was imperative and if they could pick up points against Torquay then they could be on the way to a bright season at the higher level.

The players returned from the summer break without any injury worries and welcomed the new boys to the club.

Jermyn and Harkness were both well known from previous encounters on the pitch and gave as good as they got during the welcome banter. The summer sunshine was a bonus as the players worked hard to increase their fixture levels.

The days long but enjoyable.

Mark quickly added central defender Steve Evans to the squad. After a falling out at Wrexham he had found himself out of contract.

Scout Lee Houghton had played with Evans at Wales under 21 level and recommended him to Mark on his suprise release.

One week's trial had confirmed that Evans would join WSM. Experienced and a natural leader Evans would join Mark Jermyn in pushing for a starting place in the promotion winning squad.

Evans was a character who would stiffen the defence and help to stop the lapse prone defence unit.

His voice and calming influence a real boost to the team.

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Days before the first of the pre-season friendlies Mark sat in his office.

It was sparce of furniture but the room recently decorated featured pictures of Mark in his glory days. Various poses from simply running at pace with the ball, celebrating a goal and a bone crunching tackle.

The chelsea shirt as blue as ever.

The images were there for a reason. They were there to remind potential new players of his former glories and to help them understand the desire and the make of the man before them.

Winners please sign here.... and hopefully the clincher to make them join WSM.

It was a hot summers day and Mark casually dressed in Ralph Lauren's latest designs awaited the arrival of a potential new signing.

The door knocked and Tanya Becker the club secretary brought with her a tall youngester and his father.

Introductions completed Mark began to talk to the two men about his dreams and desires for the club for the longer term and an honest assessment of how the club would progress over the season. The potential was achievable.

A series of questions began an hour long conversation. Not just about WSM but about Mark and his Chelsea career.

The boy's father about the same age as Mark was an obvious blues fan and knowledgable about his subject.

All questions answered and after the customary guided tour they began to discuss terms.

One hour later the signing was complete.

Mark shook hands with both parties the deal concluded.

Shortly afterwards photo's were taken of Mark and the new recruit pitchside.

Both by now wearing new season WSM shirts.

The Western Mercury featured the picture in their next edition with the headline "Number One Choice Signs"

Elliot Benyon had become WSM newest player and would be paired with Newbold from day one of the new season.

The 'dream' partnership had the potential to drive WSM to much greater heights. Mark was delighted with the deal and after months of stalking his man still couldn't believe that only WSM had been interested in the Conference South's top scorer.

"Sweet dreams are made of this" boomed the radio in his car.

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Pre season fixtures were looming large on the horizon.

The journey ahead would include matches against league opposition. Tranmere and Cardiff would provide a stiff challenge but bring in additional revenue. The city of Cardiff was basically visible across the Bristol Channel from WSM and would be a sell-out.

Bliss and his fellow directors confident of the gate receipts allowed Mark to bring in further new recruits if he desired.

The wage budget still tight but now had some room for maneuver.

Several triallists at the club would be available for friendlies and they would get the chance to impress.

Owen Story on the right wing looked sharp and quick.

The ability to cross a ball after beating a defender to the byline using pace and skill definetly within his armoury.

A real find by Lee Hougton and a free agent.

Mark was also looking at three strikers.

Michael Charles at 19 a tremendous prospect. His contract was up at Farnborough but there would be a fee involved.

Mark knew he couldn't afford the 60k but wanted to run the rule over the impressive teenager.

He was hopeful that Farnborough would just release Charles and that he could add to the roster with another free agent.

It was all about right time right place.

The two other stikers on trial, Richard Harris and Akwasi Fobi Edusel.

Both free agents and had hit the net regularly in the Southern Conference.

Minimal wages were wanted by both for a one year deal and based on training Mark would probably now sign them.

The joy of some additional wages....

Whilst this would leave him one striker more than he really wanted it would give him greater flexibility in team selection especially as this season WSM would require a reserve team. The reserve team would be made up of youth players and over 18's with a flavour of experience and returning to fitness first teamers. Mike Kilgour would earn his money being assigned to manage the reserves.

The remaining pre season fixtures involved, Chelmsford, Oxford City, Solihull, Taunton and the local grudge match Clevedon.

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Late June and Mark had been in his office since 5am.

He couldn't sleep and couldn't see the point of lying in bed staring at the ceiling.

A fast drive in the early morning sunshine had woken him and he was now ready for the difficult day ahead.

He was due to meet Midfielders Loxton and strikers Hopkins and Law.

All three had not featured in the first team during his first season at the club. Mark had made the decision to let all three go.

Each of the individual meetings was difficult.

They were all upset and Mark aware of the impact of his words tried hard to cushion the blow.

It didn't work and by lunchtime he felt like he like a real git.

Loxton and Hopkins were local boys and perhaps the most affected by his decision.

Law whilst obviously upset had already put out feelers to other clubs for trials and was hopeful that an opportunity might come his way. (It did he landed up in Scotland and became an instant success to the point where my scouts recommended him)

Mark was glad when the day was over.

He slept much better that night.

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Pre Season Friendlies

Mark and the coaching team had worked hard through the summer increasing the fitness levels of the squad.

This had come at a price. A lot of whinging and groaning in the main but it became obvious that key players from the Southern Conference season were still not at peak fitness levels and many were still feeling the effects of a gruelling season.

Newbold, Rose, Walker and new boy Benyon were simply not ready for 45 minutes let alone 90.

The triallists would get there chance.

Each of the pre season games would allow Mark the opportunity to field a different team for each half of football played, building towards the final match Clevedon when the first team all being well would play for the majority of the game.

July 07

Tranmere-home 1:4

Oxford City-away 1:1

Cardiff - home 2:4

Chelmsford - away 2:0

Solihull - away 0:2

Taunton - away 1:2

Clevedon - home 4:0

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An awful start to the season, outclassed, outfought and a mile off the pace. Tranmere took full advantage of a lacklustre WSM team, cruising in the summer sunshine to a 4 goal romp. The second half WSM side showed marginally more fight and determination and in front of 1000 die hard fans grabbed a very late consolation goal. Triallist Fobi Edusel hit the net with a well taken goal and in 45 minutes had shown enough to earn a contract. Oxford City were looking for an excellent win fully deserving their early goal. Fobi Edusel popped up midway in the second half to level the scores and a much more purposeful but wasteful WSM should have picked up a win on the road.

Fobi Edusel and fellow triallist Harris harried the Oxford back line and deserved more than just one goal between them for their 45 minutes of graft. Cardiff came to town and WSM left early.

The half time team talk from Mark strong enough to peel paint from the walls.

4 goals down and not one WSM players had shown stomach for the fight.

Second half with Mark's words of poetry ringing in their ears (swear words of course) Fobi Edusel and Harris scored a goal a piece to bring some respectability to the affair. The WSM fans went home happily witnessing a second half 2:0 win.

Mark was just as mouthy after the match suggesting that two goals wasn't a good enough return against a team that had gone down a couple of gears. The players knew he was right. Cardiff had taken the foot off the pedal.

Fobi Edusel and Harris were delighted to sign up to the WSM banner earning contracts for their play. 'Earned' and 'Deserved', both playing themselves into contention for the start of the new season.

Chelsmford and at last a spark of life returned to the supposed first 11.

Walker playing his first game of the season linked nicely with Fobi Edusel who took advantage of poor marking, finishing Walker's through ball by placing it gently into the bottom of the net.

The second goal just on the stroke of half time a cracker from 'King' Herrod.

The second half team created a hatful of chances but Chelmsford camped out in their own half saw the game out without further score. McGregor had an afternoon to forget and hoped the ground would swallow him up long before the final whistle blew.

His new shooting boots condemned to the bin...

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With the pre season fixtures coming up thick and fast there was no time to come up for air.

Solihull presented in theory easy opposition. After a 'mare' of a performance from both sets of teams there was some justice in the fact that they got exactly what they deserved from the game - absolutely nothing.

Solihull could have been Chelsea. They were that much better than an awful WSM.

The coach trip home was interesting to say the least. The players sat through the home made video of the game.

Many should have hidden behind the sofa in fear.

Mark's bp and language swearometer both increased in level.

Next up a local derby. Taunton away.

A short journey and a bumper crowd swelled by many WSM supporters making the game.

A tale of two halves....

Newbold finally making his pre season entry into the fray. His well taken goal late in the second half did nothing to remove the abject failure of both teams. At least in the game chances were made but failure to convert cost them a win.

Mark left the players to stew in the dressing room post match.

The fitness levels were now on track for the new season. Concerns however still surrounded Newbold and Benyon.

Newbold would just about be ready for the first game of the new season. Benyon was at least a month away. A tight hamstring reducing his training availability to just pool work.

So much for the new dream pairing....

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Pre season fixtures came to a shuddering halt. Clevedon at home.

1500 WSM fans turned up to watch the annual event. They already knew that the team on display would most likely start in the season opener at home to Torquay. Just 12 months before a 2:0 win against Clevedon had set the season up nicely.

The team sent out for the match was made up of last year's championship winning team.

New boys Evans, Jermyn, and Harris placed on the bench already likely to push for a starting place in the weeks ahead.

Newbold short of fitness ready for a second half cameo role.

At last the hours of training gelled with match fitness. A comfortable and stylish performance rising from the ashes of pre season.

New signing Fobi Edusel led the line superbly grabbing a hatrick confirming that he would certainly make a start against Torquay.

The team stroked the ball arond the ground giving Clevedon a torrid afternoon chasing shadows on an unforgiving hot afternoon.

Second half substitutions limited to three.

Mark introduced Evans, Jermyn and Newbold.

The changes claimed an immediate fourth goal.

Jermyn hit a direct ball for Newbold to run onto and the WSM striker gleefully smashed the ball past a floundering keeper.

A bright afternoons football with a win against local rivals sent the fans home in jubilant mood.

4:0 an improvement on 12 months ago. Still much work to go before the new season kick off.

Benyon at last in full training but still weeks off a debut.

With Newbold however better news.

Ready to face Torquay and razor sharp.

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August 07 - Preview

Cometh the hour......

The old routine of Mark and Paul Bliss sitting in the board room discussing forthcoming fixtures, priorities and the footballing side of the club began again in earnest. August would provide five difficult but winable fixtures.

Torquay would provide a real test along with Conference National annuals Grays, Forest Green, Kidderminster and finally Burton.

'Would Torquay be suffering from relegation blues?' was a query from Paul Bliss.

Mark pondered the question. Knowing of Ian Atkins, the answer was a resounding no but the hope that Torquay would have limited knowledge of the new boys would hopefully be to their advantage.

The added spice of Torquay being Mark's home town would also be thrown into the mix.

Not exactly a return for a favoured that Torquay would look forward to or expected.

Turmoil at board level had impacted on their season and although Torquay were out and out favourites for an immediate return to the Football league they would not find the league easy.

The first leage game for WSM would need no motivation for Mark or the team. A sell out crowd would expect nothing less.

Of the August games ahead Mark was most concerned that Grays would produce the hardest game. Grays missing out on promotion over the previous three years would be a real marker for WSM league performance.

However of all of the fixtures Mark was looking forward to most in August it was the final game at home to Burton.

Nigel Clough the manager of Conference regulars burton and Mark had known each other since the days of Wham and Spandau Ballet.

Both had played at the highest level for club and country.

Whilst not on each others Christmas card list they had always got on well and time spent together over the years had created a friendship that had stood the test of time. The desire to win in both men would create an interesting match up.

WSM would travel through difficult and unchartered waters. August and September would provide a guidemark for the season long journey. August was simple - 2 wins and a draw the minimum return Mark expected.

Mid table would provide some security in the new boys early days in the better league.

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Paul Bliss had pulled the stops out to get the town behind the club. The razzmatazz, the local media and the town itself were all basking and enjoying the opportunity of playing at the highest level ever for WSM.

Future funding meant that Mark was aware of the part he had to play in ensuring the team moved onwards and hopefully upwards.

The press interviews, the tv appearances all adding to the colour of the first match - Torquay at home.

Local BBC news team Spotlight on the night before the season kickoff beamed live from WSM.

A series of interviews with Paul, Mark, captain (Ben) Kirk plus a myriad of important players in the Western Super Mare area brought to life the season ahead.

The excitement was building. Perhaps the images of Mark playing for Chelsea linked to the backdrop of Torquay seafront hammered home the added impact and interest locally of the first game. The Spotlight team then linked live to Torquay whereupon Ian Atkins and their chairman summed up the challenges ahead and their anticipation of a lively 'local derby'.

Torquay financially needed an instant return to their 'rightful' home.

Banter on air between Mark and Atkins all good knockabout stuff but did not hide in anyway the desire of both men to win the first game of the season. Cometh the hour....

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Torquay - home

0:0

A scorching hot summers day welcomed the first conference league game to Woodspring Park.

Torquay Utd determined to teach the 'local' upstarts a lesson were unforgiving from the whistle.

First to the ball, harder in the tackle and no quarter given. The bully boy style of play threatened to blow WSM off the park.

However with Jarmen at home in the centre of the WSM defence Torquay never looked likely to breach the meanest defence in the southern conference. WSM grew in confidence and the swashbuckling style of the previous season never far away from the surface began to be demonstrated. Torquay had done their homework always alert to the potentisl havoc that Walker & co could manage.

The defence buckled and bent under pressure but they were not to be beaten.

Torquay despite the high % of pocession could not find a killer ball.

Kirk and Rose tidy in midfield were eventually able to subdue their opponents and stem the tide of pressure.

Newbold and Fobi Edusel busy and working hard in their search for a breakthrough were well marshalled by their more experienced opponents. As the game progressed WSM looked the more likely to win.

0:0 a fair result and both managers would gain much satisfaction from the result. A job well done and a positive start for both teams.

Difficult days lay ahead but at least the season had started with a point.

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Grays - away

1:4

Days after the excitement of the Torquay game WSM made the trip across country for a midweek fixture against Grays.

Traffic jams had meant a tedious coach journey along the M4 and M25. Sheer torture for Mark and his dodgy knee.

Grays were in Mark's view potential promotion challengers and certainly would be in the final mix. If not promotion they would affect the teams around them. The team talk focussed the players on the games demands and just what to expect from their opponents.

An experienced Grays side faced upto WSM. Long ball exponents and believing in a style of play similar to Cambridge and MK Dons of old. Direct football aimed to turn a defence and make them face their own goal.

They were experts at their style of play and mark admired the effective play.

WSM feilding the same eleven that had grabbed a point days before in their league debut were primed for action.

Elliot Benyon at last fit enough to take a place on the bench.

WSM started confidently showing the benefits of the recent Torquay workout.

The passing crisp and prescise, movement lively and causing Grays plenty of problems to contend with.

With 15 minutes on the clock Newbold found in space by a delightful ball from Walker placed a curler past the bemused Grays keeper.

Newbold and his team mates celebrated with glee in front of the 100 or so travelling WSM fans.

WSM had scored their first goal at the higher level and the goal well taken but deserved as they had the upper hand and momentum on their side. The glee soon turned to agony, A flood turned into a torrent...

The goal settled WSM nerves and with Grays struggling to cope with the pressure being excerted by Mark's team chance after chance came WSM's way. Grays regrouped and on 40 minutes the balance of power had changed. Not for the good!

After a couple of warnings Grays broke down the WSM defence and after an initial goal mouth scramble scored direct from the resulting corner. Minutes later whilst WSM came to terms with the setback a second was notched up by a jubilant Grays.

The torrent got worse on the stroke of half time. Reeling from the change of fortunes WSM began to falter. Northmore who had been a rock turned into 'David James' fumbling a simple catch. The result of the fumble allowing a very suprised Grays central defender the easiest tap in goal of his life.

Despite a half time salvo from Mark and a tweak to tactics the positive football had long drained from a shell shocked WSM side.

Substitutions made early in the second half made no difference to one way traffic.

Benyon made his WSM debut on 75 minutes. Zero impact from the debutant who simply drifted back to help out beleagured team mates. The 4th goal a matter of time. 82 minutes and the white towel was all but thrown in.

Kirk caught in possession and Northmore grabbing at nothing but thin air.

Done and dusted, game over and WSM would make their long journey home in misery.

The long season ahead no longer the exciting prospect of days ago. 2 games played and not yet time for doom and gloom.

Mark shifting through the ashes of of defeat knew that there were still positives from the thumping.

One their day WSM would cause teams trouble. It just wasn't going to be today.

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Forest Green - home

2:0

For two long days WSM worked on detailed preparation for the next game. Forest Green similarly to WSM still searching for their first win. A must win game for Mark and he made sure the players knew it.

Benyon declared fit was placed straight into the first team.

Mark knew that Fobi Edusel had not let anyone down in the first two games but Benyon now ready for action had to start.

He was a class above most strikers in the league. For WSM to have him was too good to be true. The partnership of Newbold and Benyon once attuned to each other would panic league defenders. It was time for the months of planning to become action.

Mark spent time with both strikers coaching them in the art of playing for each other.

The results in training already showing. Kirk, Walker, Brown already aware of the space created by the positional play of both men.

One other difficult matter to resolve in midfield. Matthew Rose looked a yard short of pace. In this league he was struggling.

Rose would have a part to play in the season but it was time for Mark Jermyn. Jermyn was on cloud nine and the training stints he put in justification alone for selection.

2500 fans turned up to watch their local heroes on another hot Saturday afternoon.

After a first half of prodding and jousting with each other the game blasted into life shortly after the break.

Benyon and Newbold combined were a handful and the Forest Green defence could manage their movement no more.

Walker swung a cross wide from the left and Newbold gratefully slammed the ball into the net. 52 minutes and WSM were one up.

5 minutes later with celebrations subsiding a neat one two between the front two allowed Benyon to delightfully lob a 30 yarder into an empty net. A goal of the month contender without doubt. The arguments between the FG defenders lasted for the remainder of the game. Just who had been marking Benyon the point of issue.

With the game sewn up WSM allowed a consolation goal.

Too late to make a difference but a reminder of the quality of the league.

A wake up call for all.

The crowd erupted at the sound of the final whistle. A first win and something to celebrate.

Mid table a very nice place to be after three games.

Eastbourne promoted with WSM had not registered a point in three games testimony of the step up in class.

The Western Mercury report days later heralded Benyon's arrival and suggested that he would carry the burden of expectation without too many problems. Mark's target for a mid table place at the end of August remained very much on target as did the challenge of two wins and a draw.

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August Bank Holiday the busiest time of year for the tourism industry that Western was so famous for. Two games over three days. The away fixture to midland side Kidderminster followed by the home game against Burton Albion. The mood in camp as bright as anything happening in the nearby Butlins. The win at Forest Green had convinced any doubters within the squad that the team would challenge at the right end of the league.

With traffic heading in the other direction the team coach swiftly found itself in Kidderminster. With no injury worries and a week of preparation the team was ready for battle. Kidderminster once a league club had fallen on hard times. Although relegation to the conference happened a couple of seasons before they had not recovered and were still struggling to come to terms with their league surroundings. With a draw to show for their league start they were already struggling at the bottom of the table.

Kidderminster - away

3:2

Kidderminster came out of the blocks with a point to prove. Excellent work by the midfield five creating much early pressure.

On 22 minutes a goal. Jarman supposedly caught his marker on the ankles and the referee did not need any convincing that a penalty should be awarded. From the angle Mark had been positioned it looked like a clear dive. Kirk and Jarmen both booked for their protestations followed swiftly by Mark himself for a few choice words to the linesman. Being booked, Mark suggested to the referee that if he had known he was going to be booked he would have been more inventive with the words and at least added a few more to make the offence worthwhile. The referee laughed before commenting that Mark would be sent from the touchline if he swore any more. 'Sit down and shut up'

The usual 100 odd from WSM who had made the trip began singing 'that the referee was an anchor'.

At least that is what Mark thought they were singing.

The WSM team were infuriated and after the restart began to apply their positive response.

40 minutes and Benyon headed a Marvin Brown cross into the net. 1:1 and game on.

Kidderminster started the second half as the first 45 minutes but this time WSM with the half time team talk behind them ready to mount swift counter attacks. Newbold gladly snapped up a brace.

The first a break out from his own half, the second created by Benyon. The dream team were off and running.

Kidderminster appalled at the thought of another loss lost their way. Blatant dives, arguing amongst themselves and picking fights with any WSM player nearby cost them dearly. Instant dismissal for a man already on a yellow. The dive worthy of a maximum score at any local swimming baths. The red card and two goals down should have killed the game off but Kidderminster would not lie down.

80 minutes and a goal pulled back.

WSM were in the end glad to see the final minutes disapear from the clock. The final flurry all seen of by an excellent display by man of the match Northmore. Three more points added to the WSM collection. Mid table was beginning to feel nice and warm.

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Burton - home

0:0

Bank Holiday Monday was defined as the hottest day of the year. Hot enough to fry eggs on the pavement according to local weatherman. A sellout crowd welcomed Nigel Clough and his team. Tourists bumping up the crowd.

Many came purely to see what Mark's team were all about. A couple of special guests filled the directors box.

'Premier league manager Ian Holloway' and several Somerset Cricketers all adding to the atmosphere of the day.

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Burton - home

0:0

Burton were a bit like C5 - pointless. Mark made sure that the players were fully aware of the Burton situation.

Burton would either come out looking for an all out win and therefore be very dangerous or would look to hold out for a draw and be equally dangerous. This in the hope of hitting WSM on the break whilst at the same time making it difficult to break down.

As it turned out Burton had come for a point.

Despite the crowd encouragement WSM wilted in the heat allowing Burton the time and space to make at least a point safe.

Hitting the bar at the end of the game they nearly picked up all three.

Both managers shook hands fondly at the end of the match.

Friendship restored at the blow of the whistle.

The game poor by any stretch of the imagination but in the extreme heat a point for each had been well earnt.

WSM were upto 12th and Burton no longer at the very bottom.

Much to smile about for both men especially as both had picked up a nice top up to their tan in the bargain.

August completed and WSM were ahead of Mark's assessment.

Two wins, two draws and a loss.

The loss still hurt.

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Mark sat in the board room high up in the back of the main stand. He could see the pitch and the hive of ground staff readying the ground for the next home fixture. Mark was waiting for Paul bliss to arrive and the formal September review. Bliss was late.

It was unusual for the man to miss the meeting start.

The board room door burst open and Bliss looking hot and bothered crashed in.

'Sorry I'm late I had a meeting with the council planning department.'

We need to upgrade the training facilities and i know that you and the team would reap the benefits of the improvements.

Planners are dull though.... but there shouldn't be a problem.'

'Any Mark down to business - What does September hold for us?'

Mark began the review. Seven games ahead and a realistic hope of three wins.

Anything else would be a bonus. Exeter for Mark was a home fixture. The ground less than 15 minutes from his house on the outskirts of the City. Weymouth, Woking and Stevenage amongst the rest. September would make or break the WSM team.

Each of the 'magnificent seven' could be dangerous and WSM would soon find out where their future lay.

Strike it lucky - top, middle or bottom.

[markyt]

Exeter - away

0:5

Crisp passing, delightful and stylish play with a cutting edge just some of the words to describe the performance.

Unfortunately these words summed up Exeter. Exeter set fire to WSM tactics bursting the back of the net with a three goal salvo before half time. A half time downpour from Mark failed to quell the fire and Exeter comfortably finished the match adding two further goals. WSM were as bad as Exeter were good. Exeter moved to joint first with Torquay.

There was nothing Mark could say at the end of the match.

Well beaten and Exeter deserved all of the plaudits they received.

At least Mark didn't have far to go home.

That night he couldn't sleep and after watching the match video decided he needed to go for a drive.

The hour late but he wanted some fresh air. The night was warm and still and the waves lapped the Torquay harbour wall.

Staring out to see at as the boats bobbed along to the gentle swell his mind began to clear.

The defence was too fragile it was time for Steve Evans to make an entrance.

Too many lapses of concentration and at this level the back four were struggling with the pace of the attackers they were facing.

Evans had played at a much higher level and would add much needed experience and a steadying voice at the back.

Benyon and Newbold were beginning to gel but the team wouldn't see the real benefits of the partnership for another month or so.

The trouble for Mark and WSM that a month might mean WSM were caught in no mans land or worse.

Northwich at home next up had become another must win game.

[markyt]

Northwich - home

4:2

A sellout crowd for WSM. A groan sounded within minutes of kick off. Mark had just sat down in the dugout when the back of the net bulged. Northwich like WSM were midtable. Still close enough to the top end of the table but wins were needed by both.

Evans slipped allowing the Northwich frontman an easy task of depatching past an out of position Northmore.

Evans could do nothing but apologise. Northwich could not believe their luck.

The world soon returned to normal. Straight from the kick off Northwich got careless and Walker picked up the ball midway inside the WSM half and quickly smashed a ball towards Marvin Brown on the other wing. Brown danced past his marker and released the ball towards Walker who had made a lovely run into the Northwich box. A dummy sold to the keeper and all square.

Walker needed oxygen for the lung busting run to make the chance.

One minute later and the WSM supporters rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Benyon picked up a lovely Kirk throughball and carefully placed a shot underneath the advancing keeper.

2:1 and 6 minutes on the clock.

The match was only 18 minutes old when Benyon burst through a static Northwich rearguard and smashed a shot into the roof of the net. Dream time!

Second half and Northwich rallied and within five minutes of the break had pulled back a goal.

WSM fans nerves were becoming frayed. Was this going to be another lost opportunity?

The answer came within one minute. In an action reply of the first half Walker picked up the ball and hit the ball towards Brown on the oppisite wing, Brown evaded his marker and instead of picking out someone in the middle went alone.

The back of the net bulged just after he unleashed his shot wide on the right.

The angle acute, the finish delightful.

Game over for Northwich. WSM played tight football seeing out the remainder of the game without scare.

Benyon mom for his two goals but for Mark, Walker deserved all of the adulation.

[markyt]

Weymouth - away

0:1

Mark reasoned that Weymouth would be an interesting test for mid table WSM. Weymouth had been promoted the season before WSM and had been rampant on their way to the title. By clear the best southern league team to earn promotion for some considerable time.

Weymouth in their first year in the Conference had pushed for promotion and missed out after losing in the play offs.

Weymouth had bought and sold heavily in the summer and looking to secure promotion second time around.

The Weymouth team already looked promising this time around and were already amongst the league leaders.

The journey from Western to Weymouth was relatively short and without the usual aches and pains Mark clamboured off the coach in fine fettle. The mood would change.....

A game of chess played out before 1800 fans. Both teams pushing for a breakthrough but not wanting to make any mistakes.

Tacical changes, half time team talks completed only produced status quo between the two. The game ebbed and flowed with pocession shared equally. Time ticked on the clock and in the 89th minute Sam Bailey picked up an inocuous ball passing it towards keeper Northmore. Weymouth like any patient cat preying on a mouse took their chance well.

The backpass flat footed the WSM defence allowing the Weymouth striker the time to slide rule a pass into the net.

His alertness deserved the goal.

The whistle blew announcing the end of the game.

Sam Bailey dragged himself from the pitch.

He knew that he had cost the team at least one point.

Mark pulled him to one side and made sure the player realised that mistakes happen - move on and forget about it.

Not easy to do but Bailey had played well all season and one mistake should not disrupt his confident start to life at a higher level.

Weymouth in fairness didn't deserve the maximum points but this didn't stop the celebrations after the final whistle.

After match the mood morose, a point lost.

Mark kept the team together before boarding the coach home.

Confidence and focus all in the words used.

The team had matched Weymouth. Weymouth were up with the league leaders. Much to kick on from.

The fragility of hearts and minds would be sorely tested over the next few weeks.

[markyt]

Nuneaton - home

1:0

Nuneaton and WSM were like siamese twins joined at the hip. Both on the same number of points, both the same number of wins, draws and losses both striving to leap up the table before the gap between the top and the bottom became a chasm.

2400 turned up on a damp evening to watch a mid table match up. A draw would even at this early in the season not be enough.

Mark made one change to the WSM line up. Marvin Brown had a dead leg that had not healed in time. Owen Story replaced him making his first full start of the season. The irony that he had played for Nuneaton previously not lost on Story himself.

Story had come to the club in September looking for a trial. Out of contract and looking for a chance. Mark had been impressed to offer him a contract based on one week's efforts. Now match fit his availability could not have been better timed.

Paul Bliss comforted by the regular high attendance had sanctioned the deal.

The fact that he would play against the club that had released him hopefully would add further stimulation to do well.

Story had come from out of nowhere and was a 'news story' for any player out of contract.

Several more out of contract players would begin the journey south hopeful of a trial before the end of the season.

The triallists were viewed with amusement by the WSM players but when a gem surfaced they were quick to adopt them into the team banter. What's the Story the headline in the local paper pre-match...?

Midway through the first half Elliot Benyon mugged the Nuneaton centre half who had been dallying on the ball. One pass to left wing found Walker in open space and flying at pace. One quick look up and he saw the run of Newbold.

Cross, firm header, save and then Benyon the starting point for the whole move knocked the rebound past the keeper scrambling to regain his footing. Post break Nuneaton gave the game a real go forcing WSM to defend deeper and deeper.

Mark replaced a tireing Story with Rose which allowed the defence some respite adding further robustness to the midfield four.

The football was awful but the result gratefully received. How WSM had managed to hold out for a win the centre of debate in pubs around the town for days afterwards. For Mark the result no longer mattered.

WSM were no longer playing the style of football he demanded. Nerves and better opposition were playing a part.

Confidence and football quality would return but the team needed to put a string of results together.

Nuneaton before heading home checked their back pockets just to check WSM hadn't stolen anything other than three points.