Pride Park, Derby
International Friendly
England v Mexico, May 2001
By Lee Roberts

My only previous visit to Pride Park saw over-zealous stewards and police eject almost 100 Evertonians for crimes such as standing up and vociferously backing their team.  As it was, I wasn't really looking to return to Derby's new home but the lure of England saw me head towards the Midlands. 

Mark, who had accompanied me to Stockport v Crystal Palace on the final day of the league season, again joined me so I first had to get to my accommodation outside of Wolverhampton before we grabbed a few bottles and got the train to Birmingham.  This is where the problems started.  Firstly, I'd been in hospital for (nasty!) nasal surgery only a fortnight earlier and this was the first time I'd been out of the house since then. As such, my nose was still swollen, sore and oozing all kinds of stuff and I looked a right state throughout the entire evening with tissues, pills and ointment being used at regular intervals. With hindsight, I shouldn't have traveled. My nose was put under severe pressure as the train from Birmingham New Street to Derby was delayed and then cancelled, leaving us to stand on an overcrowded commuter service in searing heat. 

A sweaty and uncomfortable hour-or-so later we arrived in Derby to be met by the usual heavy police presence.  It felt like I was back watching England on foreign soil, with tooled-up police lining the station and taking names and addresses of nearly everyone who looked like a fan.  The strange feeling of it all was perhaps due to the match not being played at Wembley, although I have to admit that I am very fond of the 'England Road show' as it has been labeled.  We trooped-off searching for a bar and found some quite decent ones that weren't too full.  An hour's drinking outside in the warm sunshine was adding to the feeling of watching England away again (warm evenings not being too common, especially as we'd only just entered summer), and we then headed towards Pride Park via the local Burger King.

The ground itself is about a 15 minute walk from the town centre, and as I'd parked close to the centre for my previous visit so I remembered the route easily.  Anyhow, the large airship hovering above the stadium assisted the navigation of anyone lost! As we approached the ground itself the buzz of anticipation than greets any England game was in evidence, but this time it seemed even more special.  I suppose it was at this point that we both felt for the first time that rotating the home matches between the regions makes sense.  We entered the ground about an hour before kick-off and I secured my brand new 16ftx8ft St George Cross to the perimeter fence.  Taking our seats, I sat back and took in all the sights and sounds of the place which already had more atmosphere - an hour before kick-off - than when Derby hosted Everton a couple of seasons ago.  

 

The stadium is one of those identikit new ones, very much akin to Middlesbrough's Riverside Stadium.  It's nothing special or unique to look at but I never really enjoyed my visits to the Baseball Ground as the view from the away terracing was sometimes limited.  However, the noise and passion within the old home of the Rams was always notable and that had been lacking during my initial experience at Pride Park.  But the England v Mexico game was exciting enough to ensure that the atmosphere was a hot as the temperature, and the style in which we gave the central Americans a drubbing was a breath of fresh air.  Even though we were sat quite low and close to the pitch, our view of proceedings was perfect and the absence of any pillars throughout the stadium would ensure an unobstructed wherever you are sitting.  The acoustics were another design feature that was pleasing as the constant din of the England Supporters Band - not amongst my favourite aspects of today's football - thumped around the stands and the national anthem was roared out loudly by us all.

Perhaps it was the quality of England's performance.  Perhaps it was the onset of the coming summer.  Perhaps it was the novelty of watching England at home in a provincial setting.  But I thoroughly enjoyed the night at Pride Park, and couldn't wait for the next England game.  The same could not be said for my next visit to Pride Park.  It doesn't really appeal that much to me, and the atmosphere when Derby are playing is a million miles away from what I'd just witnessed.  During the league season, it is just another of those bland, concrete structures that are still to establish their own charm and character.

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