17 of the funniest club badges in non-league
It’s often said that non-league is the true heart of British football. The heart of a packet-per-day smoker with shares in the burger van, perhaps, but something to be treasured for representing the spirit of the game. No millionaires, no undersoil heating – no heating at all, in fact. This is football.
And the participation of non-league teams is what makes the FA Cup so great. No fewer than 736 (seven hundred and thirty-six!) clubs entered this year’s competition. In Italy, a mere 78 teams compete with each other for the honour of reaching the last 16 – where the eight best teams in Serie A drop in to make up half of the draw, just four wins away from lifting a major trophy. Well, yah boo sucks to you, Italy.
In the September 2015 issue of FourFourTwo, currently on sale in print and digital formats, we presented some of the finest club names from the preliminary rounds of the 2015/16 FA Cup, from the sacrilegious-sounding Penistone Church to the Royal Ascot-winning racehorse, Continental Star.
But we overlooked the hard work these madly-monikered clubs have to put in to every facet of a club – the same as any Premier League club, but without their moolah. Romulus FC don’t have thousands of pounds to throw at a graphic designer. Which is why we end up with utterly fantastic club crests such as these. All of these designs will be present in the FA Cup Preliminary Round; all of them have our full support.
They say that if you look into a mirror and say F.C. Beaconsfield SYCOB backwards three times, the world’s angriest sheep appears to make you immediately regret the decision. Seriously, what did somebody DO to this sheep? Is Beaconsfield a haven for terrifying farm animals?
Well, how else would you pay homage to the creator of Rome? Google Translate tells us the Latin motto beneath their mildly annoyed centurion means ‘I am quite certain’, which happens to be the same phrase uttered by Romulus’s director when the artist asked: “Are you sure this is what you want?”
They told him that he’d never find a business willing to take his drawings of reclining women with giant hammers growing out of their breasts, but damn it, they were wrong.