Ajax 1 Dulwich Hamlet 4

Dulwich Hamlet’s 1912/13 season is really quite an unremarkable one with regards to honours achieved. Yet before the season’s commencement, the club had ploughed a lot of money into the construction of a brand new ground adjacent to the old Freeman’s Ground. They even had players to mount a good campaign against the likes of Ilford, Nunhead and the London Caledonians. But it was a forlorn hope, the team took so long getting started that the season was over before it had really begun. The Hamlet did not gain a single victory until their ninth match, and six of those were defeats. When results did start to go the Hamlet’s way, it was mainly due to the effectiveness of the right wing partnership of George Shipway and Hussein Hegazi. But before long they were out of all competitions and the players were probably longing for the end of the season, or at least a break. A welcome interlude to this disastrous season eventually came in March.

At the start of the Easter holiday weekend of 1913, the Dulwich Hamlet football team set off for a short continental tour. This was nothing new, in fact it had become customary over the previous five seasons – four tours to the Netherlands and one to Germany – with Dulwich being very successful and gaining a good reputation in the process.

Dulwich Hamlet in Holland a year earlier in 1912

The party of 22 included the bulk of the first team players and some reserves, as well as a few officers and friends of Dulwich Hamlet Football Club. The holiday arrangements had been exceedingly well planned, but nobody could have realised how well things would go. On Thursday 20th March the group embarked from Holborn to Liverpool Street Station, where they boarded another train to Harwich. From there they enjoyed a smooth passage across the Channel to the Hook of Holland. At dawn a further forty mile train journey to Amsterdam was undertaken. They finally reached their destination at 8.30am on Good Friday morning.


The opening match against Ajax, had been arranged for the afternoon, and it was expected that the players make the most of the morning, and possibly enjoy a couple of hours sleep before lunch. After lunch the players made their way from the hotel to meet the Dutch opponents. On arrival at the Ajax ground (pictured above in 1914), the skies opened up and a terrific storm took place putting the game under threat. The match was now expected to be called off, the deluge causing the pitch to resemble a swamp. It would have been a shame to come all that way and not play the match, so it was decided to delay the kick-off until the weather cleared up somewhat.

 The Ajax team of 1914, some of whom played against Dulwich hamlet in 1912.

When the match eventually got underway, Dulwich were first to master the difficulties, coping well with the extremely atrocious conditions. The Hamlet’s Egyptian inside right, Hussein Hegazi, displayed footwork that was a treat to behold, and scored the opening goal in the second half. Ajax equalised and then Hegazi put Dulwich back in front. The defence held up well, with George Popple eminent among the half backs. Two more goals were added by Carson at centre forward, making the final score Ajax 1 Dulwich Hamlet 4.

The following day, Saturday, was purely social. A trip was made to the Zuyder Zee, Volendam and the Island of Marken. The last named being a tourist attraction, where the local people still wore the traditional Dutch costumes. On Sunday the party travelled to Rotterdam, where Dulwich Hamlet met the reigning champions of Holland, Sparta FC. Two days earlier Sparta had entertained and beaten the London Caledonians who were also on tour. The Calies were, at the time, worthy champions of our own Isthmian League and were soon to retain that honour. It is apparent that the English FA had a good relationship with its counterpart in the Netherlands. Everyone seemed to be on tour there; the England Amateur International side, which included George Shipway, the Dulwich Hamlet winger, were due to take on the Dutch at The Hague, in a few days time. Indeed, Sparta themselves, were without two or three of their first team players, who were also selected for their own national side. Holland won the game against England by 2 goals to 1.

Dulwich led Sparta 2-1 at half time, through Popple and Hegazi, in a game that was noted for fine football by both sides. The home team showed a very good knowledge of the game that surprised some of the tourists. The standard of football displayed by the Dutch compared favourably to that of the best English amateur teams. Sparta equalised soon after the interval, but Carson and Hegazi put the matter beyond doubt, Dulwich finishing the match 4-2 winners.

It was the third time the two clubs had met and Sparta were yet to win a game. In the evening a dinner was held for the players and officials, and afterwards speeches were made by Sparta representatives praising the footballing expertise of the team from South London.

On Easter Monday the party travelled to Nijmegen, a few miles from the German border, reaching the town at lunchtime. Again the opposition were no walkovers, the final match of the tour being against Be Quick FC. The conditions for the match were now much better than they were on arrival in Amsterdam on Friday, both teams displaying their skills on a dry ground. The Dulwich forwards played some exceptional combination football, and Hegazi deserved to score on several occasion, but it was Carson and Clarkson who netted the Hamlet goals in the 2-0 win. Complete success had been achieved on the field in the three matches, Dulwich Hamlet being a credit to English football.

A long train journey across Holland, and another smooth passage from Flushing brought the party home to native shores. It was no doubt, a holiday that would be remembered for years to come. The immediate effect was the boost it gave to the team when they returned to their remaining Isthmian League fixtures. Dulwich finished fifth in the table.

The Dulwich Hamlet players used on the tour:- Coleman, Clegg, Wight, Popple, Carson, Hegazi, Clarkson and Green played in all three matches. Knight, Smart, Barker and Lawrence played in two. Hagger played in one.


My grateful thanks to WF Schoevaart who provided the Ajax photos and information in 1996. His father Frans (pictured third from right) and uncle Jan (first on left) each played in at least one of the matches against Dulwich Hamlet. This article was first published in 1996 in Issue 42 of the Champion Hill Street Blues, under the alias Gravely Roberts. It was later revised for HH13. Copyright: Jack McInroy © 2011

A Tribute to Ernie Toser

Note: this article is from 2003

It was with much sadness that we learned of the recent passing of Ernie Toser, aged 89. He was highly respected, dearly loved and will be greatly missed. I met Ernie on two occasions last summer and we exchanged letters throughout the year. It was a fruitful encounter and, in the light of his death seven months later, rather a fortuitous one. I can hardly say I knew him, but I found it a great pleasure being in his company and reminiscing about the days when Dulwich Hamlet was the cream of amateur football.

The triumphant Amateur Cup side from 1937. Ernie Toser standing far left.

I first contacted Ernie Toser in the spring of last year. I wrote asking if he’d mind if I visited him at his home in Hastings to conduct an interview. He replied very promptly but was rather reluctant to grant my wish – he had not been very well recently. Then I hit on Plan B. Plan B involved posting him a list of questions that he could answer via correspondence. He did so and we published the ‘interview’ in the next Hamlet Historian.

By a happy coincidence I had already booked a family holiday in Hastings during the summer. Whilst we were there I wrote once again to Ernie requesting a get together. This time he agreed, and chose to meet me in Mr Bean’s Coffee House in the town centre, a bus ride from his home on Friday 17th August.

An educated guess told me the elderly, gaunt, skeletal figure in the corner was Ernie, and after obtaining a beverage and some cookies I introduced myself. When he stood up I was surprised to discover how tall Ernie was. The ravages of time had shortened him by a couple of inches, yet although slightly hunched he was over six foot. His shock of white hair was in the same combed-back style as in the famous Hamlet team photographs of the thirties. He was having trouble trying to shake off the “confounded chest complaint” contracted in the new year, still suffering with a tightness which prevented him carrying out everyday tasks. It generally took him the best part of the morning before he felt well enough to do anything.

And what a gracious, good-natured gentleman Ernest Toser turned out to be. We spoke for over an hour about his life and times; about Hamlet history, about former players and officers, about Mr Edgar Kail, Mr Eddie Rengger, even Mr and Mrs Beckham and Manchester United, and surprisingly, about his beloved Tottenham Hotspur! He was actually with Spurs in his youth before joining Dulwich Hamlet. However, the north London club sent him to a nursery side, which Ernie was none too pleased about, and two friends at work persuaded him to join the Hamlet. He always looked out for the Dulwich result and seemed to be fairly knowledgeable on what was going on at Champion Hill these days.

I further informed him of the current state of affairs at the Club and the possible short move to Greendale. Ironically, Mr Bean’s Coffee House, where we were seated, was until a few years ago part of Priory Meadow, the local cricket ground. Now it was a large shopping complex with all the top names. (You can bet that caused a storm of protest!) To compensate the locals, a marvellous bronze statue “The Spirit of Cricket” was erected in the central square of the shopping centre. The bronze figure, unveiled by Her Majesty the Queen in 1997, depicts a batsman at the crease swivelling on his left leg with bat held aloft. His hooked shot has off-balanced him causing him to brush the bails from the wicket. Follow the batsman’s eye and you will find the bronze cricket ball embedded in the wall about six metres above a jewellers shop.

One particular character I was hoping to find out a bit more about was Dick Jonas. I had already decided to put together a piece on the Dulwich Hamlet supremo of the inter-war years and I just needed the odd anecdote to embellish the article. Ernie filled me in on the role that Jonas played in the affairs of the Club, and how he ensured that all the staff recognised that the Club was far more important than any individual member. The first time the teenaged Toser asked Dick Jonas for a couple of tickets for family members, Jonas sternly replied, “What do you want tickets for? They are not coming to see you are they?” But Ernie soon warmed to Jonas, and he told me that Dick Jonas was, in fact, the main reason Dulwich had such a wonderful set of players in the nineteen thirties.

Winning his schoolboy international cap for England alongside a future legend of the north east - Middlesborough’s Raich Carter – Ernie Toser joined Eton Manor FC. It was whilst playing for them that Ernie Haley, of the Hamlet’s Junior Section, spotted the youngster. Eton Manor was miles from home, and although it took him half an hour to get there Ernie made the journey almost daily. He wasn’t just in the football team either; he was into boxing, cricket and other things as well. He was such an exciting prospect that he was signed up for Tottenham Hotspur, but when they stuck him in a nursery side, he thought, “I'm not having this. They were in a lower league than Dulwich!” He also played a match for Redhill, and when asked for his expenses, he told them it was £1.00. However, he was given fifty bob in his pay packet, over twice as much. There were dodgy dealings going on even in the early 1930s, and Ernie thought, rather than get into something illegal he would play for a different club. Unlike a number of top so-called amateur sides the Dulwich Hamlet players did not receive any boot money at all. It was a principle; you were playing for the name of the Club. “We used to get quite annoyed when people in the crowd shouted out “How much are they paying you?” when in actual fact, we didn’t get a penny at Dulwich.”

In his first season at Dulwich, Ernie Toser played alongside the legendary Edgar Kail. The young man, with his whole career ahead of him, and the veteran coming to the end of his career. Kail had achieved virtually every honour the game could offer, but the two didn’t get on. Ernie disliked Kail’s constant calls to “Come here. Go over there. Move across.” and so on. All Toser wanted to do was play his own game. He did agree, however, that Edgar Kail was a wonderful footballer.

And what of Ernie Toser’s other team-mates from the Hamlet’s glory days of the 1930s. His best pal was George Goodliffe, the Hamlet’s tall centre forward (he was over 6 feet 4 inches). They kept in contact right up until Goodliffe’s death six or seven years ago. The striker came in for a lot of criticism during the 1930s – he wasted a lot of opportunities in front of goal. Edgar Kail championed his cause and urged the Hamlet rabble to give him a chance but they never really took to him. However, Goodliffe took it all in his stride, the criticism never bothered him.

Another ‘great’ was the brilliant A.H. Hamer, known to all as ‘Taffy’. One evening during a training session at Champion Hill Ernie was practising his sprinting. In fact he had just laced up a pair of spikes when a football came towards him. He instinctively controlled it and was about to kick it back when Taffy Hamer, the Hamlet captain, playfully came in to tackle him. Unfortunately the Welshman ended up with Toser’s spikes gashing all down his shin making several deep wounds. Ernie was very apologetic, but Taffy Hamer said “No. It was my own fault. The pair developed a great partnership trio with Cecil Murray. As an attacking left half, Ernie Toser could score goals as well as defend - Hamer would drop back to allow Toser to carry the ball forward. Toser had actually started life as a centre half, but on arrival at Dulwich it was soon obvious that no one was going to remove Taffy Hamer from the position he had made his own, so Ernie adapted his game to play on the left.

Towards the end of our chat Ernie introduced me to Wyn, his lady love of twenty years. She had been quietly taking in our conversation from the next table. His two earlier marriages (to sisters) had both sadly ended in widowhood. But I wasn’t really there to talk about his private life, so I didn’t pry.

I mentioned to Ernie that the DHFC Supporters Club was in the process of getting a reproduction of the classic 1937 Hamlet shirt made for fans to wear. We wanted the colours, the material and the design to match the original, but we were working from old black and white photographs. I brought with me a Crown colour chart to see if Ernie could pinpoint the exact shade of pink used in the fabric. How amazed I was when he told me that he still had his original shirt from the Amateur Cup Final. “The Club” he said, “presented them to the team at the end of the season.” “Can I see it?” I asked, and then quickly arranged another date at Mr Bean’s a few days later. I couldn’t wait.

The hairs stood up on the back of my neck when Ernie Toser produced from his bag the actual Dulwich Hamlet shirt he wore in the 1937 Amateur Cup Final. I felt very privileged to be handling this relic from a golden age. The shirt, Ernie informed me, had been worn by him throughout the season, and washed dozens of times. It looked slightly battered, its pink and navy colours fading after sixty odd years, but on inspection it was in remarkable condition. A bit tight perhaps (38” chest) but well made by Jack Hobbs, the sports goods manufacturer, set up by the famous Surrey cricketer. I was even more honoured when the artefact was kindly loaned to me by its owner, and I took the utmost care of it throughout the rest of my vacation and beyond.

At the first opportunity I displayed the shirt at Champion Hill to some of the members of the Supporters Club. With Ernie’s permission we went through the process of having the quantity of replicas produced by TOFFS, a company in Gateshead, that manufactures old-fashioned football shirts. We now have these replicas that remind us of the rich history of Dulwich Hamlet Football Club.

Having taken the customary photo I left Ernie and Wyn at the bus stop and headed off to a deckchair to scribble down some notes. On my way I popped into a charity shop and picked up a second hand book for a few pence - Millwall: A Complete Record 1885-1991. This was incredible. There was Ernie Toser’s name just where it should be. He played a handful of games for Charlie Hewitt’s Mllwall side in their championship-winning season (Division Three South, 1937-38) before being struck by injury. He didn’t actually sign professional forms for Millwall but continued in his office job at a printing company. He was popular with the manager of the firm, and was allowed the odd afternoon off when there was a game on. He played a further twenty games for the Lions during wartime.

When war began Ernie Toser signed up for the Royal Air Force and naturally made it into one of the RAF sides. The best known player in the RAF team was Bernard Joy, the last Amateur footballer to gain an England cap. The two men were often chosen as a partnership in representative matches and struck up a relationship on and off the field. One evening whilst training at Blackpool, a brilliant winger was practising his dribbling skills. “Who’s that? I asked. Stanley Matthews, they said. Well, no wonder.” Ernie Toser introduced himself and the two men became friends.

After the war, and following a brief spell with Notts County, Ernie Toser returned to Champion Hill where he had made his name as a player. Having retired from playing when he was 33, - “Most players” he said, “were felt to be past it when they reached thirty.” - he embarked on a new role as First Team Coach and what he described as “general dogs-body”. Training sessions often took place in the dark, and consisted of some football practice, vaulting over an exercise horse and discussing tactics. Fleet-footed left winger Tommy Jover was in Hamlet teams either side of the war. Ernie recalled Jover’s “…quicksilver pace. He was not a natural ball player but he had lightning pace on the wing. His large goal tally was because he was so elusive.” The two men kept in touch up until Toser’s death.

On Good Friday this year I received news from Ernie’s son that his father had died a few days earlier on Monday 25th March. I spoke to David Toser on the phone, and he informed me that the funeral would be held on Friday 5th April. On March 30th, we remembered Ernie Toser’s contribution to Hamlet lore with a minute’s silence before the game. He was one of the last links with the great teams of the 1930s. The following week it was back to Hastings for the cremation. I arrived early and passed Mr Bean’s Coffee Shop. I stopped for a few moments and thought about Ernie Toser.

I was a bit disappointed to see so few folk at the funeral, especially representing Dulwich Hamlet. Maybe word didn’t get round quick enough; maybe the fact that the funeral was on a Friday afternoon at the coast made it difficult; maybe people couldn’t get the time off work. But one simply assumes that these former servants of our Club will get a decent send off. Especially as Ernie Toser’s time at Dulwich spanned four decades – midfield maestro in the 1930s, returning in the late 40s and 50s as coach before finally retiring in the early 1960s. He must have made many many acquaintances among the playing staff in that time, and yet only Leslie Green (and current vice chairman Brian Shears) bothered to turn up.

As part of the service, Ernie Toser’s son David gave a brief account of his father’s life. He recounted his father’s upbringing, his sporting life at school, for club and for country, and a number of personal details. It was a fitting tribute. He then read a heartfelt letter of condolence he had received from Tommy Jover, the President of Dulwich Hamlet Football Club. It was another testimony to a charming gentleman.

After the service we stood around for a while and exchanged anecdotes about our departed friend. David Toser and other members of Ernie’s family were very excited about the new TOFFS replica shirts. I explained that some were even calling this Dulwich Hamlet item the ‘Ernie Toser Shirt’ in his honour. They were delighted with that. And I'm sure Ernie would have been too.

April 2002

This article originally appeared in Issue 5 of the Four Goals With His 'Ead fanzine and was reproduced in issue No.10 of the Hamlet Historian.
Copyright © Jack McInroy 2003

‘Slasher’ Green

Part Two of an appreciation of a former Dulwich Hamlet inside forward. Scroll down the page for Part 1.
In the last issue of HH we brought you the first half of our piece on Leslie Green, who arrived at Champion Hill at the start of the 1946-47 season, advancing from fresh faced junior to seasoned senior in no time. Within three seasons Green was an Isthmian League champion with Dulwich Hamlet and still only a teenager. A few weeks after his twentieth birthday in June 1949 he completed his two years national conscription playing soldiers and square-bashing.

During his stint in the RAF the good-humoured youngster was the life and soul of the barracks, and known by all and sundry as ‘Slasher’ Green, or just plain ‘Slash’, after the cockney wide-boy character created by popular comedian Sid Field. The nickname was quite fitting, as out on the park he was used to slashing through opposing defences – lacerating like a two-edged sword.

One can easily imagine what life in the barracks was like with a company of young men. “There were fifteen beds on either side, and me in the middle by the fire.” he says. He could also spot a fellow athlete a mile away. One chap, he remembers, a Scotsman, claimed he played for Partick Thistle. Les propositioned him, “Take your trousers down and I’ll tell you if you have ever played football.” And before the Scotsman could say, “Hoots mon!” the troops had pulled off Johnny’s troosers. “You have never played football.” said Slash. “You’ve not got footballers thigh and calf muscles.”

Barefoot on the Park
An exceptional group of footballers arrived in East Dulwich in September 1949, to take on the Isthmian League champions. The Hamlet’s match against the Nigerian FA’s touring side (their thigh and calf muscles clearly on display) turned out to be one of the most memorable matches Green took part in. Indeed, it is without a doubt that many in the 18,000 crowd turned up for the sheer uniqueness of the occasion. It was still very uncommon to find one black man on an English football field, so to have a whole team of black men aroused much curiosity. Green wore his trusty shooting boots, but most of the Nigerian team played in bare feet; a couple wore bumpers and ankle straps. Dulwich won the match 1-0. This match has been covered in issue 3 of the HH.

Les Green takes on the Nigerian defence

Les and Don Chantry and the Nigerian players in 1949

Triumph at Highbury
In 1950 Dulwich won both county competitions they entered, the Surrey Cup and the London Cup. The London Senior Cup Final versus Hounslow Town took place at Arsenal’s Highbury Stadium on 6th May. Eddie Rengger of the Management Committee came into the dressing room before the game and emptied out a bag of brand new socks and shorts for the players. As each player made a grab for the new kit Rengger told them they would have to pay seven shillings and sixpence per item per man. The players could not afford to cough up fifteen bob each and one by one they put them back on the table. Instead, they stepped out onto the Highbury turf in their usual gear. One or two of the poorer ones wore black shorts, and the socks were a variety of blues that mums knitted for their sons. Les Green remarked that the club was always bigger than the player, but that incident was a sad reflection on the club.

The London Cup was always considered the most difficult trophy to win, and Dulwich were desperate for its return to Champion Hill. It had only been won twice before and after the 1950 triumph it has only been won twice since. The names of the players on the winning teams are inscribed on the side of the plinth of this handsome trophy. With Dulwich Hamlet’s recent success in 2004, current fans were able to view the names of the celebrated Hamlet team of 1949-50.

At the end of the Final everyone was praising Alec Freeman in goal. “Oi!” cried Les Green, the Hamlet’s two goal hero in the 3-1 victory, “I scored the goals. I won the game!”
“Did you not see the saves that Alec made?” replied a team-mate.
“No. I was at the other end of the pitch. I was too far away.”
Of course Green had seen the outstanding goalkeeping of the Hamlet custodian; he was just slightly irked that he had been upstaged by Freeman’s brave and lively display.



A Night to Remember
The joy of the team was mingled with some relief of having won the trophy that had been so elusive to Dulwich Hamlet. As for an ecstatic dressing room, forget it, that sort of thing was frowned upon. Over the top celebrations might have meant a player being brought before the Committee and asked to explain his behaviour!

However, later in the evening, in the Grove Tavern close to Champion Hill everyone was able to let their hair down and enjoy the post match celebrations. Players and officials and a number of supporters had returned there to continue the festivities. And for Les Green it was a date he would never forget. Amidst all the merriment he suddenly caught the eye of a very attractive young girl in the bar. It was love at first sight, and the star of the afternoon’s matinee had discovered his leading lady. Jean was beautiful and sixteen, Les was barely out of his teens. Thus began a romantic love story that resulted in their wedding four years later, and continued through a successful marriage and a happy family that lasted until Jean’s untimely death only twenty years later.

Seven days after the London Final, Dulwich defeated Kingstonian 5-2 at Selhurst Park, home of Crystal Palace in the Surrey Senior Cup Final. Green scored a spectacular header whilst Dave Davies and Tommy Jover shared the rest of the goals.

Goals A-Plenty
Les Green was proving to be one of the best strikers ever to don a Dulwich shirt. In the early 1950s he was the club’s top scorer on several occasions. His run of 21 goals in 33 games (1949-50) 23 goals in 42 games (1950-51) 18 goals in 33 games (1950-51) 31 goals in 40 games (1952-53) and 20 goals in 38 games (1953-54) is an astonishing feat by anyone’s standards.

The tally of 31 goals in 1952-53 was not exceeded by a Dulwich player until the 1974-75 season when John Baker (in his only season at DHFC after signing from Hendon) netted 32 times in 54 appearances. To mark this achievement Leslie Green (then in his mid-forties) was invited to Champion Hill to present Baker with a trophy. However, only a few seasons later, a new cult hero, Ossie Bayram went two better, scoring 33 times in 1977-78.

Green was in great demand and continued to pick up county honours for London and Surrey as well as being picked for the Civil Service and other representative sides, including Middlesex Wanderers and the Isthmian League.

Another memorable match was on an Easter tour of Cornwall in 1953, when the Hamlet beat St Blazey (an all Professional side) by 5 goals to 3. Green scored all five and could have had a double hat-trick but missed a penalty. He had talent in abundance, even off the pitch, and thought nothing of entertaining the party by singing on the club’s tours of Cornwall or the Channel Islands. He tells us that his style was based on stylish lounge singer Billy Daniels. With such a sure confidence in his own ability one gets the impression that he could have tried his hand at anything and made a success of it.

Not that Les would agree with that. He points to the 1954-55 season, for example, when the players elected him captain of the first team, and though he was a versatile player himself, he found he was playing everyone else’s game for them. The responsibility of the captain’s role, perhaps coupled with the comfort zone of his recent marriage to his lovely bride, is a very feasible cause of his goals drying up. For by a great contrast to previous campaigns he only managed to pick up a paltry 6 goals, and Dulwich finished one off the bottom. He now admits that he was probably the worst captain the club ever had, and was only too pleased when the season was over.

Marriage 1954
When Leslie and Jean finally tied the knot the Dulwich Hamlet Football Club wanted to give him seven guineas as a wedding present. So, as was the norm, the club wrote to the Football Association to see if it was acceptable. Everything at Dulwich had to be above board, and though shady dealings went on at virtually every other Isthmian League club, nothing underhand took place at Champion Hill. “The FA must have been fed up with Dulwich.” sighs Green. “Oh no, not them again!”

It would have been far better, Green feels, if Dulwich Hamlet had turned professional in the 1950s. “They may even have made a better job of it than Wimbledon two decades later. The ground was the biggest ground in the centre of London, all the facilities were there in place, but the Club would not remove from their amateur ideals. Instead, along came the dark days of the sixties and the rot set in.” He is not wrong there, and Dulwich Hamlet have never really recovered since those days. But to imply that the old Wimbledon FC failed in any way is perhaps a bit unfair on the Dons, who climbed the divisions to the top flight and beat Liverpool in a fairytale FA Cup Final in 1988.

‘Bronco’
One person Green has very fond memories of is the Hamlet supporter who was known as Bronco. Easily identified by his white cap and umbrella, Bronco had a booming voice that carried far, terrifying referees and goalkeepers alike. Dedicated to amateur sport and a brisk walker, he thought nothing of taking shank’s pony miles to watch a Sunday team in the parks, and could often be seen at Manor Place Baths in Walworth enjoying a bout of boxing. Bronco loved the company of sportsmen, and enjoyed mixing with them and talking about them. He knew the whereabouts of most amateur football players, but with pink and blue blood running in his veins, he preferred the Hamlet players, who remained loyal to the same club

One midweek afternoon Les Green was playing at Chiswick for the Civil Service XI against the RAF when he heard a familiar voice from the terraces. There in the stand amidst all sorts of marshals and officers was Bronco with his familiar white cap and umbrella. As the match progressed Bronco was engaged in several exchanges with Les. “What are you doing here Bronco?” said Les. “Well I was going to see Pat (Connett) in the FA eleven at Portsmouth.” he replied. “But the match was postponed, so I came here.” The other players were asking, “Who is that fellow?”

Les once introduced his parents to Bronco at a representative match. By a happy coincidence they returned to London in the same railway carriage as the Hamlet’s most celebrated fan. When they met up with their son later that day, they said that they had never met a more loyal chap (to Dulwich Hamlet and to amateur football in general) than Bronco. Les Green last saw him many years ago at New Cross. They hadn’t seen each other for ages. He stopped his car, got out and ran across the road to speak to him. After a brief chat, Les put his hand in his pocket and gave Bronco a tenner. “Have a drink on me.” he said. And with a hearty thanks he was briskly on his way, to watch another match –“Peckham Police versus Belvedere Traders!”

Father’s Pride
Leslie Green’s father, William, had actually been a Dulwich Hamlet follower himself when a young lad. His home was just round the back of King’s College Hospital, so Dulwich Hamlet was on the doorstep. Yet despite father and son enjoying a healthy relationship it doesn’t appear that they ever went to a match at Champion Hill together. Then at the tender age of ten war broke out and Les and his mother Bet, were temporarily separated from father as he was called up to fight for his country. All over Europe family bonds would be broken for the next six years, and this meant William missed out on many of his only child’s formative years. So when William arrived back home at the end of hostilities, he was surprised to discover that young Leslie had turned into rather an outstanding young footballer.

As is probably true with all parents, Leslie’s doting father received more satisfaction from his son’s success than the boy himself. It was proud dad who kept all the news clippings and the football programmes that filled up the scrapbooks. He was thrilled to bits when Les was offered a trial at Dulwich Hamlet and began the journey to become one of the club’s leading post-war goalscorers. Yet he only ever told his boy once or twice, “You played well today, son.”

William Green died in April 1953, whilst Les was courting Jean. Mr Green was quite a bit of a smoker, and always kept a stockpile of 50 cigarettes in a tin in the front room. He worked as a postman in the Mount Pleasant sorting office, and on the day of his death was seen gasping for breath on the Embankment on the way home from work. On arrival at his Camberwell home dad failed to mention to his family his fragile condition and how terrible he was feeling. He then got the tram to Dog Kennel Hill and watched Dulwich entertain Barking, whilst Bet went to confession at the local catholic church. When she returned later in the evening she found her husband’s lifeless body slumped in the armchair.

The death of his father effected Leslie in a strange way, and in reaction to this major shock his body broke out in a rash of boils. Les still visits the grave a couple of times a year, a pilgrimage he has been making for over fifty years. Passers by must find him most odd, seemingly talking to himself at the graveside, but he says he likes to relay to his father the current events in football. This is Leslie’s way of keeping his deceased father’s memory alive. His mother’s remains are buried nearby, Jean’s body in the same plot as dad.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier,…
Les, meanwhile continued in his day job working for the Ministry of Defence. He remained with the MoD until his retirement, and was based in many exotic locations like Malta and Cyprus.

Even back in the 1950s, amateur players came from all walks of life. One Hamlet side from 1953 consisted of an electrician, a travel agency rep., a haulage contractor, 2 men on national service (one in the RAF the other in the Army) a civil servant, an advertising rep., a salesman, a shipping rep., and a surveyor. There is an oft-repeated story of a game at Champion Hill that Les Green played in, which highlighted the variety of professions in the amateur game. Following an injury to one of the team, trainer Ernie Toser came onto the pitch with his magic sponge and all the players were milling around waiting for the man to be treated and the game to restart. Dulwich striker Doctor Norman Tate came over to check the extent of the injury, followed by Baptist minister and left back, the Reverend Ron Cowley. And as the assemblage was bending over the player, some wag in the crowd yelled out, “All you need now is an undertaker, and you’ve got the lot!”

Great Cup Ties
“The standard of football in the 1950s was very good and amateur players were as good as professionals.” Les says. “The England side that lost 6-3 at Wembley to the Hungarian team in 1953 included George Robb. Robb was a Finchley player who had recently turned professional quite late in his career. Another one, Derek Saunders of Walthamstow Avenue walked into the Chelsea side and became captain.”

As one of the Hamlet’s leading marksmen, Green was a partaker in some wonderful cup runs the Hamlet team enjoyed. In December 1951, Dulwich travelled to Moor Green of Birmingham, and unexpectedly defeated the strongest amateur team in the midlands. “The Moor Green versus Dulwich Hamlet Amateur Cup-tie in Birmingham was advertised beforehand as a better match to go and see than the one being played at Aston Villa!” Les remembers. Then another trip even further north saw Evenwood Town of Durham, dispatched in a similar way. But in the third round Green and fellow striker Pat Connett were both sidelined with injuries, and their goals were sorely missed as Dulwich lost 4-2 at Leyton.

Just a few years later in the 1955 -56 season, another brilliant run in the Cup saw Dulwich through to the semi final at Stamford Bridge with the Corinthian Casuals. The route to the last four took in long trips to Sheffield and the North East. But even if Dulwich had beaten their old rivals it would have been a tall order to overcome the mighty Bishop Auckland in the Wembley final.

Ted Drake, Chelsea’s successful manager of the 1950s, and the only Blues manager in history to win the championship (so far!), was once a guest in a major cup-tie that Dulwich played. Indeed, he was very impressed with what he saw and made enquiries about a couple of the lads. Unbeknownst to Leslie Green and his team-mates, Drake remarked with all seriousness to one of the Hamlet committee men, “I’ll take young Green and George Pearce”. As usual, and much to his chagrin, Green didn’t get to hear about the bid until after the event. It was a shame, it would have united Green with his childhood hero. When he was a child Leslie Green had idolised Ted Drake, one of the most popular players of the era. As an eight year old boy he modelled himself on the Arsenal star, calling himself ‘Drake’ and parting his hair in the middle just like his hero! And you thought kids copying footballers hairstyles was a new thing.

Loath to Leave
Leslie Green was Dulwich Hamlet through and through, having been at the club for over a decade, but somehow he had lost favour with the selection committee. If he wasn’t being moved about in an unsettled forward line, he was having spells in the second string. At only twenty eight years old, an age when many players are at their peak, he suddenly found himself in a bit of a quandary, and felt that his talents would be more appreciated elsewhere.

His confidence in tatters, he left Dulwich in November 1957 under a bit of a cloud, and joined near neighbours Bromley FC. Within weeks he realised that he had made a big mistake. Following Bromley, he turned out for Redhill. He wrote to Eddie Regger at Dulwich Hamlet asking for a return. The two men didn’t always see eye to eye, and it was no surprise when the club wrote back, saying his services were not required. He humbly wrote once more. Again they said, “No.” But this time they sent fellow clubman Tommy Jover round to break the news a little gently.

He did eventually return to Dulwich, but he was usually selected in the A side, or the reserves, and made only a handful of further appearances in the first team. It was a sad end, but all told, Green played about 350 games in Dulwich colours and scored around 150 goals, a record to be proud of.

Our Man in Tonbridge
Leslie Green still attends Champion Hill a couple of times a season, travelling up from leafy Tonbridge to enjoy some great banter with his old team-mates. He is a very likeable chap, and it is easy to see how he was so popular with players and fans fifty years ago. Dulwich Hamlet could do with his kind once again. We could certainly do with his goals and commitment, which the club have sadly lacked in recent times.

We are very grateful to him for taking time to talk to us, not only about his career on the football field, but also some of the more personal details of his life and his hush hush work at the Ministry of Defence. And Les, we promise we won’t tell them about …[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ]

Original article from HH13. Copyright: Jack McInroy © 2005


Postscript
I wrote the following obituary soon after Les Green's death.

Leslie Green
12 June 1929 – 22 March 2006

It was with much sadness that I learned of the death of former Hamlet striker Leslie Green. I spoke to him on the telephone at Christmas and was somewhat shocked to find out he was terminally ill with cancer. He told me that he probably only had a couple of months left. Yet, despite the knowledge of his plight he was in good spirits. I think we guessed the end was coming when he made his final visit to Champion Hill a few weeks later. It was sad for us to see him so frail.

What a wonderful character Les was: greatly admired amongst his many friends and associates at Dulwich Hamlet, where he was always the life and soul when meeting up with his old footballing buddies and some of our elderly supporters. In his heyday Les brought great entertainment to thousands week in and week out.

Although I had been in contact with Les for about ten years, I only actually met him in the flesh a few years ago. But on the handful of occasions I was in his presence I felt privileged to be in such company. I always sensed that he was genuinely pleased to see me. Me! He hardly knew me from Adam but he always had a hearty handshake and sought to introduce me to one or two of his old mates from the forties or the fifties. He was a joy to be with, and he could talk for England – and that’s a compliment.

It was a pleasure to arrange for a replica Dulwich shirt for him from TOFFS. He specifically asked for his name and number to be put on the back, but I think I messed up on the size. He later joked about wearing it as a nightshirt because of his diminutive frame inside the baggy cloth.

You may remember we did a two part biographical piece on him for the Hamlet Historian. I wasn’t sure if he would like what I’d written so I sent him a copy. He proof-read the thing and then waited for my call a couple of days later. I was greeted with the wry “What kept you, Jack?” Anyway, he had found about fifteen typos and he certainly wasn’t happy that I described him as one of the Hamlet’s great footballers. “Change that please, to one of the Hamlet’s past players.” I was very impressed with a good mixture of pride in what he achieved and a real modesty.

He loaned me some photographs of the famous visit of the Nigerians to Dulwich in the 40s. I called him to say the pictures arrived safely. As usual we spent half an hour in conversation on the phone. Within minutes of putting the receiver down he called me back. I could not use the photographs after all – “They are crown copyright!” This caught me on the hop. Was he joking? Yes, thankfully.

His last few weeks were spent in a hospice where he received the best of care. It was here that he wrote a mini autobiography which was turned into a glossy laminated booklet of twelve or so pages containing colour pictures of his caps and medals, some family photos and a couple of Hamlet team pictures.

Apparently, towards the end Les was only being kept alive by stress. He would have ‘slipped away’ some days earlier but his thoughts were only towards those he was leaving behind; concerned that his loved ones knew how to operate the oven in his home, and which day to put the bins out and so on. When doctors gave him some medicine to relieve this anxiety he passed away within a day or so.

The funeral took place on Thursday 6th April 2006 at the crematorium in Tunbridge Wells. It was a terrific send off. A number of Dulwich Hamlet officials and supporters turned up, and many of his surviving team-mates from the forties and fifties including Dennis Joyce, Cyril Nash, Claude Whitworth, John Everitt, Pat Goddard, Alan Tolsten, Ron Eastland, Harry Gornall and Tommy Jover. Another gentleman, Norman Griffiths, a former St Albans City player and colleague of Les’s from his Civil Service days also came to pay his respects.

Before the Committal the minister expertly summed up Les’s life – as a tale that is told. Club President Tommy Jover added a further tribute and the music of Perry Como’s ‘It’s Impossible’ (alluded to earlier in the service) was played. One of Les’s final wishes was that his Dulwich Hamlet TOFFS shirt with the number 8 and ‘GREEN’ on the back, should be placed alongside his body in the coffin; a request that the family faithfully carried out.

Family and friends then reconvened to the nearby Abergavenny Arms, where talk continued of the sad loss of our dear friend, and some familiar stories were aired of this fine character who once graced the pink and blue.

I will miss him.

Leslie Green

Part One of a two part appreciation of a former Dulwich Hamlet inside forward.

Chance Meeting
Of the handful of folks that turned up at a Hastings crematorium to pay their last respects to Ernie Toser in April 2002, three were associated with Dulwich Hamlet Football Club. Toser was one of the Hamlet’s celebrated players of the nineteen thirties, and later returned in a coaching role following the Second World War. Leslie Green, a youngster at Dulwich in the early post-war years, was in attendance. Quite a number of his former Dulwich team-mates and club-men have passed away in recent times and he’s hardly missed a funeral over the years.

Les tapped me on the shoulder and introduced himself having overheard a conversation between David Toser (Ernie’s son) and myself. As I turned, I realised immediately that this was the elderly chap in the pinstripe suit I noticed at the railway station a little earlier. Attaching his black tie and adjusting his trilby hat in his refection in the station window, I should have put two and two together, and asked him if he we were heading in the same direction, we could have shared a cab. I reminded him that we had spoken on the telephone way back in 1996, and he remembered me.

After the funeral, Brian Shears (the DHFC Vice Chairman) offered Les and me a lift to Tonbridge. Brian was passing that way in his car, and I could pick the train up there. Our recollections of Ernie continued on the twenty five mile drive along the A21 from the East Sussex coast to Les’s home. The journey was a pleasant one, in the company of two men who have Dulwich Hamlet in their hearts, and it was quite clear that Les was a very interesting character with his own story to tell. On arrival at his home Les promptly invited us both inside. Well, who could refuse his kind offer of a cup of tea and some cake?

He proudly showed us his collection of medals, caps and badges, and the volumes of press cuttings his doting father collected in scrapbooks. A wonderful record of his achievements, but he was more proud of the pictures of his girls that sit on the mantlepiece. One of his two daughters once won the Fifteen to One television show. He will get out the video if we’d like to see it. This kind offer we did decline. And as for his granddaughters, when they were born he took to inviting passers-by in “to look at the most beautiful babies in the UK.”

His continual sprightliness and exuberance belie the fact that he is now in his mid-seventies. And he has vivid recollection of his life’s events, some of which (like us all) are tinged with a deal of pain. He has been a widower for the last three decades. His dear wife Jean died tragically of a cerebral haemorrhage thirty years ago while the family were living in Cyprus. He was stationed there with the Ministry of Defence at the time, and returned to Britain six months after the Turks invaded the island. Left to bring up two young children alone, Les has remained unmarried and lived in the same three bedroom house in Tonbridge ever since. In that time he has also had the same car – a Volkswagon Variant, still in tip-top condition sitting in his garage.

We stayed for over an hour poring over a sportsman’s treasures, before it was time to leave. Les loaned me two of the scrapbooks (the earliest ones) with the charge, “Don’t let them out of your sight. Sleep with them. Take them to the toilet with you.” I understood what he meant, there is nothing worse than seeing your property mistreated or neglected by others. In fact, around the time that the late Pat Connett had his leg amputated, Les loaned the scrapbooks to his old friend. But somehow they went missing for a while, and although they were eventually found, it made Les rather reluctant to lend them out again. And fair enough, it is the lasting bond between father and son.

The scrapbooks take in the years 1946 – 1957. His father collected the programmes of the games Les played in, and all the cuttings from the South London Press and the South London Observer and some national papers. The period covered was a good time to be at the club, and the friendship the players enjoyed continues to this day. During recent years they met up in the warmer weather and watch Surrey at the Oval. Not for the cricket so much, but for the great companionship the lads enjoyed. These days Les tries to get up to Champion Hill for at least one game a season. He loves the camaraderie with his old team-mates, now a reducing number of elderly gentlemen with that plucky English character we all once knew but which is also in rapid decline. Invariably a few of the old programmes and fading photographs get an airing and the old timers recount the same old timeless stories yet again.

The next time I met Les was at one of those very get-togethers. He introduced me to John Gornall and Claude Whitworth, two more Hamlet stalwarts from the 1940s/50s, and Club President Tommy Jover. They were laughing over a story from their playing days when, at an after-match meal the salt and pepper pots and cups were being used to show a well-worked goal. “And Pat Connett said,” remembered Les, “Why don’t you tilt the table to get the slope of the pitch!” The anecdotes came thick and fast. In another game, Tommy Jover apparently ran the length of the pitch with the ball before shooting way over the bar. Pat further said, “Why didn’t you keep going and climb into the stand and put a scarf on and mingle with the supporters?”

When I told Les I was doing a piece on him for the Hamlet Historian, he had mixed feelings. On the one hand, chuffed, but on the other, slightly concerned about the ribbing he was going to receive from his geriatric friends when they next meet up in the Hamlet boardroom. The very amiable Les is more than satisfied with his association with Dulwich Hamlet Football Club. He still thinks he can do the business out on the pitch. What, for Martin Eede’s current Hamlet team? No. “I’m still waiting for Sven to call.” He jokes. “My boots are up in the loft. It’ll only take me a minute to get them.”

Green, adj. vigorous, young, new.

The only child of William and Elizabeth, Leslie Green was born in St Thomas’ Hospital on 12 June 1929. As a boy he watched with his mother as the Battle of Britain took place in the skies overhead. After staring in amazement at the formation of the planes in the sky, and witnessing a piece of great British history they went back indoors. “Let’s have a cup of tea.” said his mum. The war progressed and Les was evacuated to Stirling in Scotland for a couple of years, where he enjoyed what he considers the best education one can have. On his return to the south he was again evacuated to East Grinstead in Sussex and Taunton in Somerset. Back in London he joined Clapham Catholic College and studied Latin. And on the football pitch the gifted teenager developed another of his talents.

Either side of the Second World War Dulwich Hamlet boasted a wonderful youth academy. Many of the youngsters made the higher grade into the Hamlet’s first team and some went on to win international honours. One or two local schoolmasters made up the Dulwich Hamlet Committee and were thus able to gobble up the best of the local talent. The fresh faced Leslie Green however, played his football slightly further afield, for a team in Vauxhall, where he was making quite a name for himself. “Eight goals for Vauxhall forward.” began one newspaper clipping from his scrapbook. “St Anne’s 9 Streatham 3. In a match with Streatham Hill Y.C. at Clapham Common on Sunday, Les Green, St Anne’s Vauxhall centre forward, scored eight of his side’s nine goals, making his total for the last three matches 27.” Some feat even for a junior player.

Les Green for St Anne's, Vauxhall, 1945.

He was then spotted whilst playing for a side in Bermondsey in August 1946. At the end of an impressive performance in Southwark Park the referee asked him if he would like a trial for Dulwich Hamlet. Dulwich Hamlet! It was such an unusual name for a football team, and although his home in Camberwell was only a mile from Champion Hill he admits he didn’t know a thing about one of the country’s leading amateur clubs. Before long the free scoring forward received a card in the post inviting him to turn out for the Dulwich Hamlet Junior side. It was here that he began to earn even more praises.

Junior - Senior
In his first game: “Green led his forwards in masterful style. In a 5-1 victory over Wilson’s Grammar School he bagged a brace” and in another clip, “…the irresistible Green”, and elsewhere, “The outstanding feature of the game was unquestionably the deadly shooting of Green” By midseason (January 1947), Green had played for Surrey Minors in a County game, and had over 30 goals in the bag for Dulwich Hamlet Juniors. He acknowledged that his success was due in large measure to the consistent support of his colleagues, but such was his outstanding talent that he was soon chosen for the Hamlet’s Reserve team against Leytonstone, and proved his worth by scoring a hat-trick on his debut. And then, for his home debut at Champion Hill in February, he netted six times in the Reserves 15-1 thrashing of Tufnell Park.

Towards the end of the 1946-47 season things got even better as Leslie Green made three appearances for Dulwich Hamlet’s first team. Following an injury to Hamlet striker Brian Beglan who suffered a nasty gash above his eye, the verdant youth was given the opportunity to lead the attack against Tufnell Park. And size didn’t matter, at only five feet six, he was tiny compared to the average centre forward, but what he lacked in brawn he certainly made up for in brain. In the space of a few short months he had risen from the Junior side to the First Eleven via the Reserves, and each of the respective debuts he marked with goals. This time he netted twice in the 4-2 win, missing a hat-trick by a hair’s breadth on two occasions in the second half.

A few days before the match, as the programme notes were being prepared, the boy’s mother was asked for Leslie’s particulars. But Mrs Bet Green was slightly hard of hearing, and gave dad’s name by mistake. Thus, in the records of his first Hamlet fixture Leslie is down as “W. Green”.

The name was corrected for the following two games (v Oxford City 26 April and Kingstonian 30 April) when he was picked again, bagging another brace in a 3-2 victory over Oxford City. The win put Dulwich at the top of the Isthmian League table. Further notes read, “It is not our general policy to hurry youngsters along but this lad of seventeen has recently shown very good form with the Reserves and fully warranted his inclusion. His first goal was a fine piece of opportunism that caught the goalkeeper napping and his second was taken in a very cool manner.” Dulwich eventually finished the season as runners-up to Leytonstone, and four of the strikers amassed a staggering 110 goals between them! No wonder the little fellow could not keep his place.

With Brian Beglan back in the side, Les Green returned to the Reserves, making just one more outing for the first team that year. However, he gained valuable experience in the second string and was played in most forward positions, and no matter whether he was located at inside or outside forward he was always found among the goals.

At eighteen, Les began his two years national service and joined the Royal Air Force. Originally stationed in Compton Bassett in Swindon, he was moved about a bit, finding himself based in Scotland for six months, West Kirby in the Wirrel and in the groundbreaking Code and Cipher Department at Bletchley Park. Whilst serving his country in the RAF Les had as his colleagues two professional footballers, Ronnie Allen, then of Port Vale and Roy Swinbourne, soon to gain fame at Wolverhampton Wanderers. That RAF XI must have been some team. It was during this time that Les picked up his first medal, in the Inter Command Cup, one he still cherishes today. He also added lightweight boxing to his sporting repertoire, toning up his 9 stone 9 lb frame.

No Thanks Newcastle!
At the start of the 1947-48 season Ernie Toser returned to Dulwich Hamlet as trainer. Toser won his second Amateur Cup medal for Dulwich ten years earlier and was a welcome addition to the coaching staff, having gained valuable Football League experience in Millwall’s Division Three South championship winning side in 1938, and lately with Notts County. [Note: in an earlier edition of the Hamlet Historian we mistakenly put Nottingham Forest] But the training did not affect Green, who turned up in his civvies on match days only.

The following January Les Green was again selected, this time on the right wing, and in one match shared six goals with Tommy Jover (on the opposite wing) in a 7-1 win over Romford. The younger man emulated his elder, and was described in one report as being “so nimble, that even on the Dulwich quagmire he dribbled and dodged so cleverly that it took three opponents to dispossess him.” He was just as nimble off the field, and each week he competed with a myriad of supporters for a seat on the tram from Coldharbour Lane, near his home, to Dog Kennel Hill.

In those early months of 1948 Dulwich enjoyed a good run in the FA Amateur Cup. On a bumpy Clapton pitch in the first round, Green and Beglan scored in the 2-1 win. Tilbury were then beaten 6-1 at home, with Henry Ball scoring three, and Tommy Jover, Les Green and Claude Whitworth adding further goals. Round three meant a trip to Leeds to take on Yorkshire Amateurs. In this match Green pulled a hamstring just after half time, and spent the rest of the afternoon in the middle of the park doing little more than returning wall passes and distracting the opposition. The injury kept him out for the remainder of the season. Still, one reporter later described the game in Yorkshire as the Hamlet’s “most brilliant victory of the decade”. Finding themselves 2-0 down within twenty minutes of the kick off, Dulwich had to pull out all the stops to get back into the match. And they did just that. With goals from Ball (1) and Beglan (2), they won the tie in the second period of extra time. But they came unstuck away to Barnet to exit the competition in the fourth round.

Whilst posted in Scotland, Green still enjoyed his football, and played a good number of times for RAF sides, but these games were nothing compared to turning out in pink and blue in front of thousands of adoring fans. What he would have made of the St James’s Park roar we will never know, but Newcastle United approached Dulwich Hamlet with a view of turning the young amateur into a professional. Eddie Rengger, the Dulwich Secretary, replied in typical fashion, “No thanks, he’s got a job.” Green was understandably a little peeved.

Off Leave
As much as the popular teenager missed the Dulwich crowd, they missed him. Especially when first choice strikers Pat Connett, Sid Gray and Tommy Jover were all sidelined through injury. The Dulwich Hamlet Committee urged Rengger, to find out if the RAF would grant Les Green some leave. A couple of persuasive telephone calls later and arrangements were being made for the lad to board a rail sleeper back to London.

In October 1948 on-leave from his base in Inverness, Aircraftman Green was enlisted into the Hamlet side to take on Walthamstow Avenue at Champion Hill. Although Dulwich were defeated, and despite spending the whole match out of his favoured position, Green did enough to impress the RAF Football Secretary, who was present at the game, and was granted extra leave. This enabled him to play in the next two matches. Two days later Dulwich Hamlet took on Fulham in the second round of the London Challenge Cup, having disposed of Leyton Orient in the earlier round. Dulwich won the match 2-1, with both goals coming from Les Green. His first, on the hour, came after he chased what seemed a lost cause, and then beat four players before slotting home. The winner came just before the ninety-minute mark and caused quite a stir. The Fulham players surrounded the referee expecting another Hamlet player to be called offside, but after consultation with his linesman Mr Burr stuck to his guns. The commotion so unsettled the official that he forgot the time and played an extra ten minutes. But Dulwich held on and entered the semi-final of the competition for the first time in the club’s history. (They were beaten by West Ham United in the next round.)

Next up were the mighty Leytonstone. Still on fire after the Fulham result, Dulwich hammered the East Londoners 6-1 in a league match, with Les Green recording a magnificent hat-trick. “That, if anything,” says Les today, “was the Hamlet’s match of the decade.” Leytonstone were double ‘double winners’: the FA Amateur Cup holders and Isthmian League champions for successive years. But that didn’t bother Green, who, it was reported, was an inspiration to the entire team and produced some of the game’s outstanding movements. And then he was gone, back to Scotland and ‘off-leave’.

Whether the Hamlet’s famous boardroom hospitality helped or not, we don’t know, but remarkably within weeks Leslie Green was transferred from Scotland to the RAF station in Uxbridge as a Wireless Operator. And this ‘transfer’ he discovered by chance through reading the evening newspaper. “Leslie Green is chosen to play for the Royal Air Force and will then be posted to Uxbridge.” it read. Perfect timing. The Hamlet were about to do battle with Division 3 South’s Northampton Town in the FA Cup.

By all accounts, Dulwich played the finest football that day anybody could remember seeing at Northampton. The Town supporters were of the view that Dulwich were unfortunate to lose 2-1, with the home goal having some very narrow escapes. The most historical thing about the game, however, was that it was the last time Dulwich would play in the first round of the FA Cup for fifty years.

Blessing in Disguise
Before Christmas Les Green picked up an injury that kept him out of the side for a few weeks. He made his return in the reserve team where he scored twice in an easy 5-2 win over Woking. They could have done with him in the senior team, for the same day Dulwich were dismissed from the Amateur Cup in the first round. However, the shock defeat, to Walton & Hersham, may have been very disappointing at the time, but it proved to be a blessing in disguise. Too often over the previous two decades the Hamlet’s cup runs left them with a fixture backlog at the end of the season that invariably removed them from the championship race. For a change, they were now out of the premier cup competition, and could concentrate their efforts on winning the Isthmian League title, which had eluded them since 1933.

This was easier said than done, mind. In the second half of the season the leading position changed hands several times. Ilford were strongest at one point, then Dulwich spent a short time in the top spot, only to be overtaken by Walthamstow Avenue and then Ilford again. Dulwich continued to be in the chasing pack throughout, and even when they slipped to fourth recorded a great 5-3 win over leaders Ilford to put them back in it. Leslie Green, during this spell, was switching between first and second elevens, and was called upon to take part in the Isthmian League Reserves XI v Athenian League Reserves XI; a game in which he scored a brace.

For the Club’s Easter tour, once again to the Channel Islands, the party travelled on the ferry with friendly rivals Clapton FC who were also on tour. The Hamlet won the Victory Cup on this occasion, and in one game had 24 corners without scoring, whilst Jersey scored with their first corner! At the dinner held in Guernsey at the end of the tour, Dick Longdon the Hamlet Press Secretary, and the other members of the committee, ‘discovered’ what the players already knew, that Leslie Green and Dave Davies were “two really good comedians.” Maybe they also discovered that Green’s qualities were not just confined to the pitch, but also brought a pleasant atmosphere to the dressing room. For soon after, Green was no more back and forth in the reserves, but spent the next five years as an almost permanent addition in the Hamlet first team.

In the remaining league matches of the season, Dulwich struggled to pick up vital points, managing only draws against Clapton, Romford and Corinthian Casuals. Everything now depended on the final match of the season, Dulwich versus Wimbledon at Champion Hill. Both teams were poised on 34 points, two points behind leaders Walthamstow Avenue, which had already completed its fixtures. Either team could win the championship on goal average, a draw would see the title stay put in East London. Les Green had already been involved in two high-scoring games against the Dons: a 3-3 draw in a Surrey Senior Cup tie three months earlier and 4-4 when the reserves met. It was no different this time, except Dulwich scored four goals to no reply. An early Pat Connett strike was followed by an inspired six-minute spell just after half time. Green, Beglan and Davies netted and the game was over as a contest. The Isthmian League was won.

Not to be outdone, the Reserves also wrapped up their season as champions of the Isthmian League Reserves Section. It was a wonderful day for the Dulwich Hamlet Football Club and brought back memories of the great pre-war years. For the young Leslie Green, who could look back on the 1948-49 season with another stack of goals including a handsome 13 in just 19 first team games, it was just the start.

Original article from HH12. Copyright: Jack McInroy © 2004