Michael Hudson: I Wouldn't Mind Seeing Them At Home
GGOA is very pleased to present this contribution from Squirrels and Newcastle United supporter Michael Hudson, who blogs as The Accidental Groundhopper and who can be followed on Twitter @DolphinHotel...
As Naoki Ishihara would no doubt agree, if you’re going for a goal then timing is pretty much everything. On the day I chose to show off Ardija, mine could hardly have been much worse. It was a cold, grey October afternoon and as we gathered on the platform none of us were particularly looking forward to the snail-paced local train ride to Tobitakyū, where the Squirrels were due to play against Tokyo Verdy.
“Who’s this team again?” asked Mark, a Sheffield Wednesday fan still glassy-eyed from the night before, “and why do you support them?” “How far’s the ground from the station?” moaned Richard, who claimed to support Swansea City but who, rather worryingly, had once attempted to talk me into watching a game of rugby. “Look at the sky,” said Patrick the West Ham United fan. The morose expression on his face suggested it wasn’t bubbles he was worried might start to fall.
At the station exit for the Ajinomoto Stadium we met up with Declan, an Arsenal supporter whose major contribution to humanity had been to introduce me to Ardija in the autumn of 2004. He went off to buy some tickets, we to stock up on super strength Chu-hi, the alcoholic drink of choice for the underpaid English teacher in Tokyo. After Omiya’s calamitous 4-0 trouncing by Kashiwa Reysol in their previous home game, I had an idea some pre-match fortification might come in handy.
I wasn’t wrong. Kashiwa had been the tip of five successive defeats which, with only six games to play, had left Ardija in their usual precarious end of season position. Second from bottom of the league, coach Yasuhiro Higuchi’s team were nervy and completely devoid of confidence. Verdy, being Verdy, were every bit as bad. It was a dire, dire game - the kind that was only ever going to end in a goalless draw or a scrappy 1-0 win. So when Diego slipped past young Squirrels debutant Taishi Tsukamoto with just eight minutes left, you knew there was no prospect of Omiya coming back. The fact that it came just moments after Shin Kanazawa had squandered Ardija’s first real chance of the match only made matters worse.
When the final whistle went, eleven orange shirts slumped to the ground, picked themselves back up and came over to bow to the crowd. “Oh, Ardija,” the away end sang defiantly, as the few thousand Verdy started making their way back home. “God, that was awful,” said Patrick, tidying away some discarded cans of beer. “When are they playing again?” asked Mark. “I wouldn’t mind seeing them at home.” No matter how badly they play, Omiya Ardija still have a way of doing that to you.
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