T’Examiner died last night

When I was a boy, reading The Examiner, a broadsheet at the time, was a sumptuous pleasure, before I knew what sumptuous meant.

The type print, the sober and serious stories, the import of local news which weaved like an invisible thread through a community with it’s liberal tone and innate decency which endowed an unassailable authority on an institution we took for granted for so long.

Selling in it’s tens of thousands, from a plethora of local newsagents throughout the town and the myriad villages up hill and down dale, stretching across housing estates, work places and rural areas, the local paper’s power, carried with a natural responsibility, was palpable and, seemingly, eternal.

Reporters and columnists became known and respected through carrying on traditions rooted in civic pride, a sense of duty and the certainty of righteousness.

Central to the ethos of The Examiner was coverage of sport. 

Town and Fartown were covered extensively and respectfully, of course, but if you played in goals for your school and played well despite conceding 9 goals, someone told the local paper about it and your name was put up in lights.

The District, Works and Sunday football leagues were assiduously recorded and elevated.

Local cricket was reported upon comprehensively, accurately and with no little reverence. 

Bowls, squash, tennis, rugby union and all other forms of sporting endeavour were recorded and, more importantly, celebrated.

Day in, day out and week in, week out, The Examiner accumulated history, recording the triumphs, failures, tribulations of a Yorkshire town with diligence and compassion and was a huge part of each member of the extensive community’s lives, whether we embraced it or not.

The final ever Huddersfield Town report by a dedicated reporter will be filed in response to the club’s well earned victory at the Stadium of Light, Sunderland, and the tragedy of that fact will only be fully realised in the years to come.

Steve Chicken’s far too short tenure in the footsteps of Alan “Longfellow” Driscoll, Martin Hardy, Paul Clark, Mel Booth, Doug Thompson and others did, at least, end with a victory, but the melancholy will linger hard for those of us whose lives encompassed Examiner coverage of Huddersfield Town over decades.

The loss was, perhaps, inevitable in a world where information is cheap, but that loss will reverberate in ways not immediately apparent. 

The resource; wide, deep and, above all, trustworthy, is disappearing fast as the conglomerate which owns local newspaper legacies displays little interest in maintaining investment in the assets which create a continuous, compelling witness to the events which shape our lives, including the fortunes of our local football club.

It is too easy to lapse in to nostalgia, and there is much to be nostalgic about, but every citizen of Huddersfield should feel sorrow at the emaciation of a hugely important institution and find ways of supporting those people trying to keep the spirit of local news alive.

Huddersfield Hub (https://huddersfieldhub.co.uk) are very worthy of support, and from a Town perspective, Steven Chicken, with colleague David Hartrick, is now taking the Huddersfield Town torch independent with a Substack venture. Go to https://weareterriers.substack.com and subscribe.

The service, including their excellent and well established podcast plus Town articles is a snip at £5 per month. Recording the history of Huddersfield Town is massively important and a fiver per month a very small price to pay for its continuance.

A significant community asset was extinguished this week and should be rightly mourned.

For me, a love of words, Huddersfield and Huddersfield Town grew out of reading Driscoll, Hardy, Booth and the rest in the pages of t’Examiner, every day of the week bar Sunday.

RIP The Huddersfield Daily Examiner.

(I was that keeper).