Bangor give me the blues again.

Bangor City 1 Carmarthen Town 3
Welsh Premier League

How would we do this week? A pertinant question for any Bangor fan during this season. To help me consider the matter two more members of the Jet Set, Chris and Dan, joined Joel and I. As we were walking to Ffordd Farrar a large demo was taking place. Upon closer inspection it looked like a Cymyned demo. They must have been protesting about the time taken over Bangor's new ground. It's always amazing to see how many people seem to have an affliction towards football in Bangor. A passing philosopher may conclude that there wasn't a team in the city.

Certainly Chris was amazed that there was a football ground on Farrar Road as the untrained eye usually misses such details; a situation which incidentally wouldn't lead that passing philosopher to challenge his or her premises.

We only had a short time to Kick Off and I could see that the others were impressed, or maybe it was indigestion. I hoped the match would live up to their expectations. For some reason Carmarthen decided to attack the Farrar Road end in the first half, this frightening breach of protocol obviously affedted both sets of players as few shots were attempted. Bangor latest new boy, Marco Addagio, looked pretty useful.

Bangor scored through Marco just before half time, he slid in at the back post to great effect. I attempted to stimulate the fans by breaking into song but was met with jovial indifference by my fellow citizens. During the first half Chris displayed a laudable sense of fanaticism for a Farrar Virgin; he castigated the ref like a regular. Dan was slightly more reserved but he did have something in his eye. Thanks to our goal the half drinks were quite refreshing.

The second half was plodding along until Carmarthen scored. This was very inconvinient as it curtailed a rather interesting and light-hearted conversation. Carmarthen then scored again; thanks to the rather dubious awarding of a penalty. From looking fairly comfortable Bangor were now behind. The fact the Carmarthen scored a third added to the bemusement; I could not see how they were that much better. Chris seemed to think that it was the substitutions, which may have been a moot point.

The fact that the Welsh Premier's most morose manager, Mark Jones, was bouncing up and down like a child after drinking blue pop made the situation frustrating beyond reasonable standards. Add in the reaction of the charming goalkeeper(To judge from that anyone would think that Carmarthen were still in with a chance in the League. How stupid will he feel next season when Bangor sweep all before them) and it meant that I left in a state of cold annoyance whereas our latest fans were just cold.