On 25th February 1967 – three days before my 14th birthday, I went to see a football match. Although it lasted only 30 minutes or so it became one of those things that have you asking yourself ‘did that really happen?’
The match was Highgate United v Enfield. The occasion was the quarter final of the now-defunct FA Amateur Cup. Enfield, from London, were aristocrats of the amateur game. Highgate were, and are, a modest club knocking around the minor leagues of the English Midlands. They were having a good season though and had done superbly to get to the last eight of this big national competition.
Highgate play on a bleak sort of pitch outside Solihull, completely surrounded by picturesque farmland. In expectation of a crowd larger than the usual handful, temporary stands had been erected and the pitch roped off. I dumped my bike in a hedge and got a good spot on the half way line. The crowd built up to maybe a couple of thousand. It was raining and very grey as the reds of Highgate and the greens of Enfield took the field. The visitors soon burst the bubble and took the lead.
Soon the rain increased in intensity and there were claps of thunder. But I don’t remember any lightning until….there was an even more intense burst of rain, a deafening clap of thunder and – a surreal moment this, a fork of lightning struck the centre circle. Several players and the ref hit the ground amidst a blue puff of smoke. After a few seconds silence many of the crowd ran under the ropes and onto the pitch to help the stricken players.
As I cycled back up the country lanes the ambulances from Solihull blued and two’d their way in the opposite direction.
Some time the following day Tony Allden of Highgate died of his injuries.
The abandoned match was rearranged for Villa Park in anticipation of a large sympathetic Brummie crowd. But no one anticipated the 30,000+ that turned up, an astonishing crowd for such a fixture. (I still say the crowd was much larger and over 40,000). As one the Brummies roared whenever Highgate were on the attack. Regrettably that was rare. Enfield won 6-0 and went on to win the competition.
Today Highgate still play at windswept Tythe Barn Lane. But there have been no temporary stands since that fateful day in 1967, nor is there likely to be.
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Gosh – what an unforgettable event, beautifully revisited!
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Hi SV. An event pretty much forgotten now. Those that were there won’t forget it but many of them will have passed on at this stage.
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That really was tragic, the odds against that happening must have been huge, so sad that it led to the death of Tony Allden.
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It certainly was Nature at her most powerful Andrea. I suppose it could have been worse and Tony took one for everyone else that was nearby that afternoon.
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Wow, such a frightening experience, Roy. I can’t imagine witnessing someone being struck by lightning. I think people underestimate it’s power. We live on a golf course and I’m always shocked by the players who remain on the course after the siren has gone off. I mean really…you’re using a lightning rod to hit your ball!
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Strangely it wasn’t frightening at the time, just surreal and strange. Difficult to know what to do as well. People have been killed sheltering under trees. I guess if your number comes up you’re outta there. Maybe just as well keep playing.
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Wow. What a traumatic scene. How horrible. It’s no wonder you can never forget that day. Who could? Your words painted a very vivid picture.
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And yet it was a bit unreal at the time Julie, like watching a film. I was even a bit fed up that the match was abandoned 🙂 But it has left a clear imprint over a lot of years.
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Goodness, what a sight that must have been! The odds of it striking in the center circle. So tragic that someone lost their life.
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Indeed Letizia. We’ve all seen forked lightning (there’s a bit of it going on across the bay as I type) but to see it strike the ground no more than 30 yards away was alarming. Possibly the bowl of spectators in the middle of a bunch of fields made a natural striking spot. Tony Allden’s name lives on 47 years later on a memorial trophy donated by his club.
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Really evocative, Roy. I think we completely underestimate the dangers of lightening. Reminds me of standing under the stairs in a house of flats in Dublin with a friend whose father had been killed by lightening out working on his farm. No wonder she was even more terrified than I was!
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Frightening because it’s so unpredictable and random I guess Jean. They used to say if a bullet has your name on it…
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beautifully remembered!! Poignant!
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Hello Cybele and thank you. There aren’t so many things that remain in the memory through the mists of time but this is still vivid.
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You are right there must have been over 40000 at villa park that day. Went to the match at villa and remember highgate playing in villas colours.i also remember my father could not remember where we had parked the car and walked around for hours after the match had finished looking fir it!
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Hello Jeremy, were you at the first match? I’ve never come across anyone else who was. Sadly I sold my match programme afterwards and wish I still had it. Yes, Highgate in claret & blue, I’d forgotten that. Thanks for your visit and comment 🙂
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