Chipperfield Corinthians

Chipperfield Corinthians FC is a non-league football club from the small rural village of Chipperfield, which is located about seven miles northwest of Watford in the pretty countryside of Hertfordshire.

The club were formed as Chipperfield FC in 1902 to play friendly matches before joining the West Herts League a couple of years later. Chipperfield continued in that league and had their most successful spell in the 1960s and 70s, winning many local cups and the league title on seven occasions.

They joined the Herts County League in 1975 before merging with the Croxley based Tudor Corinthians in 1987. Tudor could not progress as they could not upgrade their council owned pitch and Chipperfield were stagnating on the pitch.

The club won some more local cups and reached the leagues' Premier Division. They had a spell in the second tier before reclaiming their place back in the top division in 2008-09 after ending as Division One runners-up.

A fifth placed finish followed on their return. A series of midtable finishes ensued before Corinthians ended fifth again in 2018-19. Managers then including the pairing of Tommy Garratt and Paul Masters as well as Roy Danks took charge of the team.

Colin Wilson led the team to third place in 2022-23.

Chipperfield Corinthians FC will compete in the Herts Senior County League Premier Division in the 2024-25 season.

My visit

Chipperfield Corinthians 0 Met Police Bushey 3 (Thursday 25th August 2011) Herts Senior County League (att:33)

I had finished my late shift and with my solitary day off for the week being a Thursday, I didn't hold up much hope of fitting in a game. However, the Non League Paper offered an interesting possible solution.

After going online and discovering that the club apparently had a programme sponsor I contacted fellow Boro fan Ian Anderson who is based in Northampton. He was swayed immediately and asked me to confirm with the Corinthians secretary that there would definitely issue a programme. After an affirmative answer we set our plans in motion.

After a fine meal and a couple of pints, thanks to the Wetherspoon Curry Club, I took the train from Kenton and after a change I was in Hemel Hempstead within thirty minutes. Ian was awaiting and we set off. Ian's driving skills were tested to the limit. 

His satnav took us up a lane that was extremely narrow with high hedges either side. It was a bit like a maze for a car! We reached the stunning village of Chipperfield unscathed and looked for the ground. It was still early evening as the game kicked off at 6.30pm owing to a lack of floodlights at the Queen Street ground.

We were immediately impressed. A small car park on the common was well sign posted that all football traffic should park there. We walked up the pebbly lane up to the grounds entrance and headed for the clubhouse.

Inside we obtained our programmes and had a cup of tea. Confectionary and hot drinks were available but there was no bar. It had a nice seating area. Ian obtained some old programmes for which they just asked for a small donation. We went outside a few minutes before kick off to survey the scene.

It was beautiful. The pitch had a slope across it from the entrance side. It had a rail and post fence around it with dug outs on the far side with large trees forming a  natural boundary to the ground. Two sides had a hard standing path. The view down the slope was of pretty cottages and a cattle field. Keeping the cattle away was an electric wire fence!

The teams came out and soon got down to business. This was my first game at this level for many years, which was Step 7 of non-league, or the eleventh level of English football, and I was impressed. There was plenty of skill on offer but also errors. 

In short, the main difference between what I was watching and the few divisions higher was fitness. There were plenty of players carrying excess baggage, but all of them could play. Action was end to end throughout, without either keeper being stretched too far.

We got chatting to a friendly local. We complimented the club and the surrounding village, which went down well. He confirmed that the electric fence was turned off but it was necessary during the week to prevent the clearing of the pitch before a game!

The first half ended scoreless but not through a lack of effort. Only the three officials retreated to the changing rooms at the interval with the players staying on the pitch to take in instructions.

The second half continued in a similar fashion to the first period. Corinthians had a tricky forward but he was being kept in check by a burly centre back playing for the 'law'. Met Police had a couple of speedy players of their own and they broke the deadlock. The home team pressed forward but could not create a clear chance. The visiting keeper was most commanding with any balls coming within range.

A young lad resplendent in a full Watford kit came round with a little wooden box containing cash and a few programmes. We put some money in. We hadn't been asked for admission and we enjoyed our evening thoroughly. 

The youngster continued around until he got rid of all the remaining programmes. When he'd finished he continued with his game behind the goal. It took me back many years! A thunderbolt finish put the Police two up before another well constructed move rounded off the scoring. 

It hadn't really been a 3-0 game, but in the closing stages The Met showed some fine passing football. The attendance incidentally was taken from the Met's web site. We had counted up to forty five people at one stage.

We retreated to The Windmill pub for a London Pride. It was pretty but not really to our liking as seemed more intent on food trade. We drove past another place afterwards which was busy with footballers. We'll know next time.

Ian managed to get us back via the lane again and we had time for a quick pint in The Fishery overlooking the canal by Hemel station. It was soon time to catch the train back home to Kingsbury. It had been a wonderful evening out in superb surroundings in the company of good people. Viva grass roots football!