Little did he realise at the time of its creation that this passing fancy would lead John Stoneman on a season-long footballing odyssey, travelling the length and breadth of the country. An eleven-month pilgrimage covering two thousand miles, nineteen matches and seventeen hundred minutes of football, stretching family relationships and his bank balance to the limit.
As his incredible journey progressed from the barren terraces of grass roots football, through the semi-professional leagues and upwards, a strange thing happened. John rediscovered his love for football. That magical, wonderful game. A game for which he had lived and breathed as a boy, but which with the advent of blanket media coverage, and the monotonous recent dominance of the ‘big four’, he had later, with disillusionment discarded.
Meanwhile, out on the grassy-green pitches, some other strange things were happening. The FA Cup was producing some of its old magic. Giant-killings were the order of the day as the famous names and wealthy superstars were scythed down with every passing round. This is the story of that memorable season, of that memorable competition. And it starts at Wembley.
Wembley FC that is.
This is The Road From Wembley…