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When
we decided to resurrect a club fanzine the main
stumbling block we had was what to give it as a
title. Since the former fanzine "The Blue Brazilian"
had gone to the great library in the sky, it was
decided that this name could no longer be used as
a title for the new magazine so the editorial team
tried to create something that would loosely associate
our publication with the club. Here's some we prepared
earlier....
BAN THE DEWOC (anagram) - was the most complex
and intellectual offering, but was ruled out for
being too damned clever.
THE WEE ISSUE - Couldn't really use that, might
get done for origination copyright. Anyway only
East Fife supporters sleep in cardboard boxes and
the club is still struggling to find a home for
their new 80,000 all-seater stadium now that the
"let's share a ground with the Rovers"
plan fell to bits.
THE MINER'S HELMET - Associated with the old
nickname of the club and the local community. It
was decided that this title could be confused as
pornographic literature and we wouldn't be able
to keep up with the demand.
NOT WHITE THRESHES - White Threshes was the
name that the local powers that be were going to
call what we now know as Cowdenbeath way back when
town names were being dished out of a scrabble set.
Who the hell thought of Lumphinnans ?
WHEN THE SUN SHINES - was the title of greatly
loved 'song of the terraces' which went along to
the tune of 'Una Paloma Blanca' by Jonathan King
or for those of you who can't remember the '70s
'I am a Cider Drinker' by The Wurzels. This song
was made popular by the local boot-boys who regularly
sang along with, and substituting their own words,
to the pre-match drivel that was played before kick-off.
It just so happened that they made their home in
the Chapel Street end of the stadium where, at one
time, the only area of covered terracing existed.
This consisted of half a dozen metal poles with
sheets of corrugated iron bolted over an area of
ground. Whilst being fairly primitive, it performed
the basic function of keeping the supporters dry.
Due to it's basic shape it was nicknamed 'The
Cowshed'. In the late seventies, opposing
fans would group on one side and the YMC (Young
Mental Cowden as the younger supporters called themselves
in those days) would be on the other. There would
always seem to be a number of aerodynamic engineers
in both sets of fans as it wouldn't take too long
before pies would start flying from one side to
the other, over the half dozen policemen that were
on duty at that time. 'When the sun shines on the
cowshed' became a Cowdenbeath anthem and can still
be heard every now and again when some Cowden Boys
get together and have a few drinks and think of
those glory days which always seem more recent than
they actually are. The Cowshed was demolished after
strong winds had taken their toll and lifted the
corrugated iron from one end of the ground to the
other. Who knows what will happen to the changing
face of Central Park but one thing is for sure -
we will always remember the Cowshed.
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