• The first stage of the forum upgrades has now been completed but they remain in a degraded state and are still being worked on. Normal posting/reading should now be possible.
    Please read this thread for more details.
    New user registrations are currently disabled.

Kevin Ball Article

  • Thread starter Thread starter My Boy Harry
  • Start date Start date
Status
Not open for further replies.
M

My Boy Harry

Guest
We are moving house and I was tidying up some old football stuff in the attic. I came across one or two CD's with SAFC stuff on and this appeared. Its an interview with Kevin Ball in advance of his testimonial game way back in 1998. Thought I would post it as it gives some interesting information on him. I only have 2 instalments of it though but here goes. Long read mind...

Most of you will be aware that I was born in Hastings in 1964 and from an early age was a football fanatic. I supported Arsenal as a boy, a legacy from my father, although in 1972 I changed to supporting Leeds when they beat Arsenal in the FA cup Final (so is it true that kids only support winning teams!).

I guess the first question everyone will ask is can I remember 1973? To be honest I can’t, although it is ironic that having changed to the all whites they should be beaten by my current club the very next year.

Anyway, Leeds and Arsenal were the teams we supported in my household when Match of the Day came on. Saturday night was always a special family occasion. I remember my mum and dad giving me money to go to the chip shop for our suppers so we could watch the late night football, and it became a family ritual. When they were flush, I also got a sausage if I was lucky!

Funnily enough as Brighton was just down the road my friend’s dad sometimes took us to the Goldstone Ground, and my first unhappy experience of football hooliganism came in a match against Crystal Palace. Dodging the bricks was a life saving skill that day!

Whilst I have always been a fan, it is the playing side of things that have given me a good life. It’s been hard at times, things haven’t been easy, but I could be a lot worse off.

My first proper team was the Elphinstone Junior School and I also captained South East Sussex District team, and played for them in either a central defensive or midfield role. Looking at my career now, it’s all come full circle.

Funnily enough, round about that time I had a choice to make. Not only was I into football but a boxing career could have unfolded. I was not bad but had basically raw energy. I hadn’t been professionally trained but I was considered good enough for a competitive bout. Boy did I get a shock. My opponent was a lad called Ronnie Finch, whom I still have contacts with today. Supposedly Ronnie had only just starting boxing as well and was as raw as me. Well, he gave me a right good hiding, and I found out afterwards that he had been boxing for years and it obviously showed. So, Ronnie if you are looking in....that black eye took ages to heal! I owe you one!

Hastings Grammar School was my next port of call, football wise, and it soon became known as the William Parker Comprehensive and this led me to play for and captain Sussex County District team U19’s at the ripe old age of 16. I was probably about the youngest player in the team and first to captain them at such a young age.

Winning my place in the team stemmed from a determination to rise to any challenge that was presented. Ironically the current starlet of Aston Villa Gareth Barry also went to William Parker Comprehensive.

I really enjoyed my time at school, especially football wise, and still keep in touch with the school. Hopefully I’ll soon be receiving my full school colours, albeit a little bit late. The reason I didn’t get them at the time was that I was a full-blown skinhead with no hair and captaining Sussex U19’s. The school felt the style wasn’t fitting with the its image and the headmaster at the time George Henshall, who I still keep in touch with and respect (even though he gave me the cane on a couple of occasions), felt the school couldn’t give me them.

My dad even wrote to him to get him to change his mind saying what I looked like did not affect my achievement for the school, but he still didn’t budge! Since then due to the effort of various teachers the school has invited me back to receive them – hopefully George can present them even though he has now retired. Mind you, my hair hasn’t really changed a lot since then so I better not visit the barbers before I go!

This season - Thinking back to my younger days and playing football seems appropriate at the moment since we have so many injuries and young lads being involved with the first team.

On the injury front having so many games in quick succession in the last few weeks has taken its toll on the lads. Niggles turn into more serious knocks and people need time to recover and rest. You have to give credit to those players that have gone in the team and done a tremendous job for the club.

The games against Everton, Sheffield and Luton were important games for the lads and what tremendous results they were. There really is a strong spirit in and around the club and the players can sense this from the terraces when we play.

The fans play a major part in this with their support for the lads, which was evident yet again at Everton and Sheffield with over 5,000 cheering the players right through.

Talking of the match at Everton I couldn’t personally travel due to my injury, which I picked up against Grimsby, but listened to the radio and was in the bath with my walkman on when it went to ET and then penalties. By the time it was over the bath was cold and my wife told me off for shouting at the end and waking up my son Luke to tell him we’d won on penalties. I could hear the cheering from the fans on the radio and it must have been tremendous for the lads. It was also great to see Clarkie back in action and a debut for Michael Proctor who I feel could have a tremendous future ahead of him.
 

NEXT INSTALMENT: BALL SENT TO COVENTRY AND THE SEASON SO FAR

The first part of my professional career was when I joined Coventry City as an apprentice in 1982. I’d also been for trials with Chelsea and Ipswich but Coventry was the club that offered me an apprenticeship and I signed it two days before my wife’s 18th birthday - which made for a good double celebration.

Fortunately, the club gave me a week off to get myself organised before I joined them full-time so I went back home to prepare myself for the life of a professional footballer.

When I got to Coventry I found it very difficult to settle in having lived by the sea all of my life - I really did miss it. To be honest the area of Coventry we lived in was pretty dour at best and the highlight of our evenings was either a trip to the local snooker club or a walk up to the shop in an area known for its ladies of the night - not that we ever went for a look!

I found the training very difficult and it was only then that I realised the standard of football and quality of players was so much higher than what I had been used to at school and playing in the Sunday league.

As an apprentice one of our jobs including cleaning the boots of all first team pros - mind you on many occasions I disappeared when it was time to start for a sly read of the paper but the rest of the young lads used to come looking for me!

In the early days - I used to feel quite despondent and depressed after training and would just go back to my room to sit. I really missed my family and my girlfriend (now my wife Sharon) a helluva lot.

I now know why BT made so much profit because all my spare money was spent on phone calls home. On a few occasions when we weren’t mean to go home I went AWOL with Tommy Campbell from Tilbury. We sneaked off and got the train to London to go home.

I would get home at 6.00pm on a Saturday night and have to leave again first thing on Sunday morning - but it was worth it just to see Sharon and my family for a few short hours.

By the time Christmas came I had had a few run ins with senior players because I used to stick up for myself - even then! I nearly came to blows once with a well-known manager of a side in our league and that wasn’t even anything to do with football.

By Christmas the training, homesickness and everything else had got on top of me and I decided enough was enough. I planned to do a runner on Christmas Eve and leave with everything I had. Looking back I must have looked like a disgruntled Father Christmas running for the train early on Christmas Eve morning.

I got home and told everybody that I wasn’t going back. As you can imagine, whilst my dad backed me, he wasn’t best pleased. The time at home gave me a while to have a good think and I realised what an idiot I had been. This was undoubtedly the turning point in my football career when I became determined to be a professional and the best player that I could be.

I returned to Coventry as normal and nobody ever knew that I had contemplated leaving all together. In my defence it was a big wrench to leave home young and there were other things that happened during the first months that any young person aged 17 would have found difficult and stressful to cope with alone. That’s why I feel protective towards young players who join Sunderland because I know how easy it would have been for me to give up.

But don’t get the idea I’ve gone soft on the young lads - some need an arm around the shoulder at times but others need a kick up the proverbial.

During the next 6 months I worked as hard as I could and when I left to go home for the summer break in May I was confident that I would make it and be signed up as a young pro.

When we returned for pre-season training in the July I got the call from the manager to say he wanted to speak to me. I had already spoken to the youth team manager, Colin Dobson, who had given me the thumbs up on the QT so I was fully expecting to be signed.

Unfortunately that was not the case - Dave Sexton the manager dropped the bombshell and said they could not afford to sign me and that I was being released. I realised then that I still had a lot of work to do and felt that if I had been good enough they would have afforded to sign me.

It was a harsh lesson in football reality for a 17-year-old - and I still haven’t forgiven Colin Dobson for what he said at the time and wish he had just been honest with me.

John Sillet was manager of the youth team the year before and was absolutely brilliant to me. A lot of what I learnt from him has stayed with me throughout my career. As far as I am concerned John was not only the person who frightened the living daylights out of me as a 17 year old, he was and still is a top man as far as I am concerned.

Being released was the close of first era of my football career and afterwards it was back home to Hastings to train with the local team again. Fortunately enough though the call came quickly for me to travel to Portsmouth for a trial. I signed on a non-contract basis for one month and at least it was by the bloody sea this time. So there could be no excuses this time!
 
NEXT INSTALMENT: BALL SENT TO COVENTRY AND THE SEASON SO FAR

The first part of my professional career was when I joined Coventry City as an apprentice in 1982. I’d also been for trials with Chelsea and Ipswich but Coventry was the club that offered me an apprenticeship and I signed it two days before my wife’s 18th birthday - which made for a good double celebration.

Fortunately, the club gave me a week off to get myself organised before I joined them full-time so I went back home to prepare myself for the life of a professional footballer.

When I got to Coventry I found it very difficult to settle in having lived by the sea all of my life - I really did miss it. To be honest the area of Coventry we lived in was pretty dour at best and the highlight of our evenings was either a trip to the local snooker club or a walk up to the shop in an area known for its ladies of the night - not that we ever went for a look!

I found the training very difficult and it was only then that I realised the standard of football and quality of players was so much higher than what I had been used to at school and playing in the Sunday league.

As an apprentice one of our jobs including cleaning the boots of all first team pros - mind you on many occasions I disappeared when it was time to start for a sly read of the paper but the rest of the young lads used to come looking for me!

In the early days - I used to feel quite despondent and depressed after training and would just go back to my room to sit. I really missed my family and my girlfriend (now my wife Sharon) a helluva lot.

I now know why BT made so much profit because all my spare money was spent on phone calls home. On a few occasions when we weren’t mean to go home I went AWOL with Tommy Campbell from Tilbury. We sneaked off and got the train to London to go home.

I would get home at 6.00pm on a Saturday night and have to leave again first thing on Sunday morning - but it was worth it just to see Sharon and my family for a few short hours.

By the time Christmas came I had had a few run ins with senior players because I used to stick up for myself - even then! I nearly came to blows once with a well-known manager of a side in our league and that wasn’t even anything to do with football.

By Christmas the training, homesickness and everything else had got on top of me and I decided enough was enough. I planned to do a runner on Christmas Eve and leave with everything I had. Looking back I must have looked like a disgruntled Father Christmas running for the train early on Christmas Eve morning.

I got home and told everybody that I wasn’t going back. As you can imagine, whilst my dad backed me, he wasn’t best pleased. The time at home gave me a while to have a good think and I realised what an idiot I had been. This was undoubtedly the turning point in my football career when I became determined to be a professional and the best player that I could be.

I returned to Coventry as normal and nobody ever knew that I had contemplated leaving all together. In my defence it was a big wrench to leave home young and there were other things that happened during the first months that any young person aged 17 would have found difficult and stressful to cope with alone. That’s why I feel protective towards young players who join Sunderland because I know how easy it would have been for me to give up.

But don’t get the idea I’ve gone soft on the young lads - some need an arm around the shoulder at times but others need a kick up the proverbial.

During the next 6 months I worked as hard as I could and when I left to go home for the summer break in May I was confident that I would make it and be signed up as a young pro.

When we returned for pre-season training in the July I got the call from the manager to say he wanted to speak to me. I had already spoken to the youth team manager, Colin Dobson, who had given me the thumbs up on the QT so I was fully expecting to be signed.

Unfortunately that was not the case - Dave Sexton the manager dropped the bombshell and said they could not afford to sign me and that I was being released. I realised then that I still had a lot of work to do and felt that if I had been good enough they would have afforded to sign me.

It was a harsh lesson in football reality for a 17-year-old - and I still haven’t forgiven Colin Dobson for what he said at the time and wish he had just been honest with me.

John Sillet was manager of the youth team the year before and was absolutely brilliant to me. A lot of what I learnt from him has stayed with me throughout my career. As far as I am concerned John was not only the person who frightened the living daylights out of me as a 17 year old, he was and still is a top man as far as I am concerned.

Being released was the close of first era of my football career and afterwards it was back home to Hastings to train with the local team again. Fortunately enough though the call came quickly for me to travel to Portsmouth for a trial. I signed on a non-contract basis for one month and at least it was by the bloody sea this time. So there could be no excuses this time!

You must have RSI typing that lot out
 
Great read thanks mate. Can totally emphasise with his bit about the sea. We used to be down the Block Yard most nights till the middle of September in the summer. Got an hour drive to get to it now and skeggys not a patch on Sunderland Front:cry:
 
I tell people I miss the sea mesel but it’s bollocks. I’d go months without seeing it while living in Sunderland except for crossing the bridge gannin to the match.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top