Chesterimp, I could not agree more. What a perceptive comment that is!
Of course, I am now going to bore everyone to death by explaining why. I'm sorry, but those of you who know me will know that it is in my nature to do so.
As I have (probably too often) said on here, Bob gave me a huge amount of his time and commitment when I was writing Six Years In Purgatory. I will always be grateful for that, because he gave me a piece of his soul and was never less than disarmingly honest. If anything, I found him too self-critical; and remember, this was before we started our astounding run to the National League title, Arsenal, and a place in Valhalla.
On 29 November 2016 - a freezing cold, but beautiful blue-skied frosty day - Bob gave me seven hours of his time prior to the home game against Wrexham. I recorded our conversation in full for posterity - and also because I have a terrible memory - and what he told me that day stands as a truly startling record of where the club was at that critical moment in time.
I believe that very day represents a massive turning point in the club's history. That night, an Elliott Whitehouse goal gave the Imps a 1-0 win over Wrexham despite playing the majority of the game with ten men after the early dismissal of Sean Raggett. The crowd was 3,344, and it was the last time any Lincoln City league game was watched by fewer than 5,000. In truth, there have not been many attendances since that day of fewer than 8,000. Besides representing the genesis of some truly extraordinary statistics, that day was a gigantic turning point in the 135-year history of our club, and I will be eternally grateful that Bob chose that very day to speak his mind.
Of course, it was impossible for me to include everything Bob told me in the book, for a multitude of reasons. But what he did tell me was revealing in a host of ways, and what was immediately and constantly apparent was his love for his club and his pathological unwillingness to admit anyone who did not have the best intentions of Lincoln City at heart. Whilst those around him turned tail and ran, Bob held firm. Given the circumstances, I think that is truly extraordinary.
To put it as simply as I can, Bob turned down 'investment' opportunities in Lincoln City despite having his back almost permanently to the wall. It would have been very easy - astoundingly easy - to accept an offer from any one of the shysters and asset-strippers who were homing in on what they thought was a corpse, and to run away scot-free from any legal responsibility with a fat pile of cash in his pocket.
I would like you all to consider Steve Dale at this point.
Got that fixed in your mind?
Good.
The true value of Bob Dorrian's contribution to the history and - most importantly - the survival of Lincoln City may not be realised in his lifetime. Or even in mine. But make no mistake about it: there were times when Bob did not know which way to turn for debt, yet he was determined to make the right decision for the club regardless of the cost to him personally. Even in the face of some ill-informed and unjustified abuse, he refused to compromise his love for the club. He was born literally within earshot of Sincil Bank, remember, and is a lifelong fan of the club like every one of us. Unlike every one of us, he even played for the club, for a short period under Ron Gray. That is a powerful and sincere relationship, right there.
Unfortunately, I suspect that Bob was not completely satisfied with Six Years In Purgatory, and I regret that. When I first met with him prior to the home game against Solihull Moors (13 September 2016) to discuss the Six Years In Purgatory concept, he made a very perceptive observation:
"Alright, although I fear I may not come out of this too well."
Reading through the book now - more than two years after publication - there are some things that I would probably change. After all, the uncompromising nature of hindsight often casts a shadow of inaccuracy over the contemporary. That is only natural, and I was aware of that at the time of writing. I would like to believe that I avoided the major pitfalls of proximity and immediacy, but it is foolish of me to expect so. Such are the pitfalls of being arrogant enough to write a book. However, the facts are there, and they remain facts.
To his and the club's credit, the book remains on sale in the club shops regardless of Bob's personal opinion of it. I have not seen Bob since that day in November 2016, although there have been emails and bush telegraphs. But if I am ever fortunate enough to be in his vicinity again, I will be the first one to shake his hand and thank him regardless of his opinion of me or my book.
Why?
It is very easy to believe that Lincoln City is the club you see today because of the advent of Clive Nates, and to a huge extent that is true. Clive, thank you. But the platform for survival was firstly created and secondly maintained by Bob Dorrian, and by him almost alone. At this point, thank you to Chris Moyses - another unfairly maligned director/supporter - and to Roger Bates latterly.
Finally, when we talk about character, some believe it started with Danny Cowley. They would be wrong. Cowley - and the equally extraordinary Clive Nates - was the result of someone else's character.
Dominoes.
I will leave you to decide whose character started everything.
Art is a very subjective word. I saw him taking John Snow around his exhibition. Some of the explanations he was giving were pure horse shit! Maybe I'm just a gruff uncultured northern scumbag, but what often tries to pass as art both baffles and creases me up at times.this is going to take more than a whip round in coop upper 5 to get this off the ground.
I stand firm that Antony Gormley has to get the commission and we are going to have to pay top dollar.
This Gormley got a big event going off in London (RA exhibition) ends Dec 3 lets
bend his ear and see if he could knock something up sharpish in time for the Christmas Market.
check it out,to me he looks like he started as a steel fixer and just got bored so went all arty.
https://www.royalacademy.org.uk/exhibition/antony-gormley
As one of the club's newer fans, but old enough to still be interested in reading non-electronic print, I must say your book sounds like compulsory reading.Chesterimp, I could not agree more. What a perceptive comment that is!
Of course, I am now going to bore everyone to death by explaining why. I'm sorry, but those of you who know me will know that it is in my nature to do so.
As I have (probably too often) said on here, Bob gave me a huge amount of his time and commitment when I was writing Six Years In Purgatory. I will always be grateful for that, because he gave me a piece of his soul and was never less than disarmingly honest. If anything, I found him too self-critical; and remember, this was before we started our astounding run to the National League title, Arsenal, and a place in Valhalla.
On 29 November 2016 - a freezing cold, but beautiful blue-skied frosty day - Bob gave me seven hours of his time prior to the home game against Wrexham. I recorded our conversation in full for posterity - and also because I have a terrible memory - and what he told me that day stands as a truly startling record of where the club was at that critical moment in time.
I believe that very day represents a massive turning point in the club's history. That night, an Elliott Whitehouse goal gave the Imps a 1-0 win over Wrexham despite playing the majority of the game with ten men after the early dismissal of Sean Raggett. The crowd was 3,344, and it was the last time any Lincoln City league game was watched by fewer than 5,000. In truth, there have not been many attendances since that day of fewer than 8,000. Besides representing the genesis of some truly extraordinary statistics, that day was a gigantic turning point in the 135-year history of our club, and I will be eternally grateful that Bob chose that very day to speak his mind.
Of course, it was impossible for me to include everything Bob told me in the book, for a multitude of reasons. But what he did tell me was revealing in a host of ways, and what was immediately and constantly apparent was his love for his club and his pathological unwillingness to admit anyone who did not have the best intentions of Lincoln City at heart. Whilst those around him turned tail and ran, Bob held firm. Given the circumstances, I think that is truly extraordinary.
To put it as simply as I can, Bob turned down 'investment' opportunities in Lincoln City despite having his back almost permanently to the wall. It would have been very easy - astoundingly easy - to accept an offer from any one of the shysters and asset-strippers who were homing in on what they thought was a corpse, and to run away scot-free from any legal responsibility with a fat pile of cash in his pocket.
I would like you all to consider Steve Dale at this point.
Got that fixed in your mind?
Good.
The true value of Bob Dorrian's contribution to the history and - most importantly - the survival of Lincoln City may not be realised in his lifetime. Or even in mine. But make no mistake about it: there were times when Bob did not know which way to turn for debt, yet he was determined to make the right decision for the club regardless of the cost to him personally. Even in the face of some ill-informed and unjustified abuse, he refused to compromise his love for the club. He was born literally within earshot of Sincil Bank, remember, and is a lifelong fan of the club like every one of us. Unlike every one of us, he even played for the club, for a short period under Ron Gray. That is a powerful and sincere relationship, right there.
Unfortunately, I suspect that Bob was not completely satisfied with Six Years In Purgatory, and I regret that. When I first met with him prior to the home game against Solihull Moors (13 September 2016) to discuss the Six Years In Purgatory concept, he made a very perceptive observation:
"Alright, although I fear I may not come out of this too well."
Reading through the book now - more than two years after publication - there are some things that I would probably change. After all, the uncompromising nature of hindsight often casts a shadow of inaccuracy over the contemporary. That is only natural, and I was aware of that at the time of writing. I would like to believe that I avoided the major pitfalls of proximity and immediacy, but it is foolish of me to expect so. Such are the pitfalls of being arrogant enough to write a book. However, the facts are there, and they remain facts.
To his and the club's credit, the book remains on sale in the club shops regardless of Bob's personal opinion of it. I have not seen Bob since that day in November 2016, although there have been emails and bush telegraphs. But if I am ever fortunate enough to be in his vicinity again, I will be the first one to shake his hand and thank him regardless of his opinion of me or my book.
Why?
It is very easy to believe that Lincoln City is the club you see today because of the advent of Clive Nates, and to a huge extent that is true. Clive, thank you. But the platform for survival was firstly created and secondly maintained by Bob Dorrian, and by him almost alone. At this point, thank you to Chris Moyses - another unfairly maligned director/supporter - and to Roger Bates latterly.
Finally, when we talk about character, some believe it started with Danny Cowley. They would be wrong. Cowley - and the equally extraordinary Clive Nates - was the result of someone else's character.
Dominoes.
I will leave you to decide whose character started everything.
Chesterimp, I could not agree more. What a perceptive comment that is!
Of course, I am now going to bore everyone to death by explaining why. I'm sorry, but those of you who know me will know that it is in my nature to do so.
As I have (probably too often) said on here, Bob gave me a huge amount of his time and commitment when I was writing Six Years In Purgatory. I will always be grateful for that, because he gave me a piece of his soul and was never less than disarmingly honest. If anything, I found him too self-critical; and remember, this was before we started our astounding run to the National League title, Arsenal, and a place in Valhalla.
On 29 November 2016 - a freezing cold, but beautiful blue-skied frosty day - Bob gave me seven hours of his time prior to the home game against Wrexham. I recorded our conversation in full for posterity - and also because I have a terrible memory - and what he told me that day stands as a truly startling record of where the club was at that critical moment in time.
I believe that very day represents a massive turning point in the club's history. That night, an Elliott Whitehouse goal gave the Imps a 1-0 win over Wrexham despite playing the majority of the game with ten men after the early dismissal of Sean Raggett. The crowd was 3,344, and it was the last time any Lincoln City league game was watched by fewer than 5,000. In truth, there have not been many attendances since that day of fewer than 8,000. Besides representing the genesis of some truly extraordinary statistics, that day was a gigantic turning point in the 135-year history of our club, and I will be eternally grateful that Bob chose that very day to speak his mind.
Of course, it was impossible for me to include everything Bob told me in the book, for a multitude of reasons. But what he did tell me was revealing in a host of ways, and what was immediately and constantly apparent was his love for his club and his pathological unwillingness to admit anyone who did not have the best intentions of Lincoln City at heart. Whilst those around him turned tail and ran, Bob held firm. Given the circumstances, I think that is truly extraordinary.
To put it as simply as I can, Bob turned down 'investment' opportunities in Lincoln City despite having his back almost permanently to the wall. It would have been very easy - astoundingly easy - to accept an offer from any one of the shysters and asset-strippers who were homing in on what they thought was a corpse, and to run away scot-free from any legal responsibility with a fat pile of cash in his pocket.
I would like you all to consider Steve Dale at this point.
Got that fixed in your mind?
Good.
The true value of Bob Dorrian's contribution to the history and - most importantly - the survival of Lincoln City may not be realised in his lifetime. Or even in mine. But make no mistake about it: there were times when Bob did not know which way to turn for debt, yet he was determined to make the right decision for the club regardless of the cost to him personally. Even in the face of some ill-informed and unjustified abuse, he refused to compromise his love for the club. He was born literally within earshot of Sincil Bank, remember, and is a lifelong fan of the club like every one of us. Unlike every one of us, he even played for the club, for a short period under Ron Gray. That is a powerful and sincere relationship, right there.
Unfortunately, I suspect that Bob was not completely satisfied with Six Years In Purgatory, and I regret that. When I first met with him prior to the home game against Solihull Moors (13 September 2016) to discuss the Six Years In Purgatory concept, he made a very perceptive observation:
"Alright, although I fear I may not come out of this too well."
Reading through the book now - more than two years after publication - there are some things that I would probably change. After all, the uncompromising nature of hindsight often casts a shadow of inaccuracy over the contemporary. That is only natural, and I was aware of that at the time of writing. I would like to believe that I avoided the major pitfalls of proximity and immediacy, but it is foolish of me to expect so. Such are the pitfalls of being arrogant enough to write a book. However, the facts are there, and they remain facts.
To his and the club's credit, the book remains on sale in the club shops regardless of Bob's personal opinion of it. I have not seen Bob since that day in November 2016, although there have been emails and bush telegraphs. But if I am ever fortunate enough to be in his vicinity again, I will be the first one to shake his hand and thank him regardless of his opinion of me or my book.
Why?
It is very easy to believe that Lincoln City is the club you see today because of the advent of Clive Nates, and to a huge extent that is true. Clive, thank you. But the platform for survival was firstly created and secondly maintained by Bob Dorrian, and by him almost alone. At this point, thank you to Chris Moyses - another unfairly maligned director/supporter - and to Roger Bates latterly.
Finally, when we talk about character, some believe it started with Danny Cowley. They would be wrong. Cowley - and the equally extraordinary Clive Nates - was the result of someone else's character.
Dominoes.
I will leave you to decide whose character started everything.
Not this old chestnut again..Totally 100% spot on in every way.
It's why I always make sure to give Bob all the credit he deserves.
Also Chris Moyses too. Some forget that half the players, that got us the National League title and all the FA Cup wins right through to Burnley and to the Arsenal QF, had been signed by Chris, not by Danny.
And signed with very very little funds to play with.
This is a truely shocking and appalling appointment
It quite probably reaches a new low in the history of the club
How can we appoint a man who has walked out on another contract to take up a position he and the rest of the footballing world see as an an exciting new challenge???
I have been on the WBA u23 Messageboard and it is full of people venting their spleens in unison, agreeing that they hope we lose every game this season and get relegated nerr nerr nerr nerr nerr and saying they will scweam and scweam until they're sick.
Also Chris Moyses too. Some forget that half the players, that got us the National League title and all the FA Cup wins right through to Burnley and to the Arsenal QF, had been signed by Chris, not by Danny.
And signed with very very little funds to play with.
Considering the mess that we were that is still very impressive by MoysesAlways found the claim of half to be a little bit of a myth though would agree on the FA Cup front.
Moyses players to have made a start were Beevers, Hawkridge, Howe, McCombe, Muldoon, Rhead, Waterfall and Wood.
Holdsworth was Farman & Tilson was Power.
% of starts in the league by managers signed
Cowley - 277 of 506 (54.74%)
Moyses - 171 of 506 (33.79%)
Holdsworth - 44 of 506 (8.70%)
Tilson - 14 of 506 (2.77%)
% of starts in the FA Cup by managers signed
Cowley - 42 of 99 (42.42%)
Moyses - 41 of 99 (41.41%)
Holdsworth - 9 of 99 (9.09%)
Tilson - 7 of 99 (7.07%)
% of starts in the FA Trophy by managers signed
Cowley - 34 of 66 (51.52%)
Moyses - 23 of 66 (34.85%)
Holdsworth - 5 of 66 (7.58%)
Tilson - 4 of 66 (6.06%)
% of starts overall by managers signed
Cowley - 353 of 671 (52.61%)
Moyses - 235 of 671 (35.02%)
Holdsworth - 58 of 671 (8.64%)
Tilson - 25 of 671 (3.73%)
And just a little illustration of how football fortunes can change in such a short time....
It's not that long ago that we were dumped out of the FA Trophy by North Ferriby...we did then get some revenge for that by doing the double over them in the Cowleys first season.
We are now in League One after two promotions, whilst North Ferriby have gone down twice, been liquidated, and are now revived a full seven levels below us and today travel to Skegness !!!
All that in just over 2 years....
Totally agree.Art is a very subjective word. I saw him taking John Snow around his exhibition. Some of the explanations he was giving were pure horse shit! Maybe I'm just a gruff uncultured northern scumbag, but what often tries to pass as art both baffles and creases me up at times.
Wow, I didn't realise that. North Fucking Ferriby, eh? .