Rhyl 3 Bangor City 1
Welsh Premier League
I arranged to meet Dewi and Tam in Wetherspoons but met them just before. Just as we were about to turn towards the pub we walked into some Bangor Ultras that were walking the other way. Now we were off to Caskeys. When we arrived there was a major problem; they only had Cider and Guinness on tap due to the Bank Holiday rush. While that's not a problem for me I went for a bottled drink to show solidarity.
We were in there for a couple of hours as all of the usual faces showed up. My anticipation was building, we would do it today!! At about half 2 Dewi, Tam and I left to get a drink in the Millbank as it was closer to the ground. Unfortunately it was raining. As we were making our way there I said, in the style of Alec Guinness, "Prepare to enter a wretched hive of scum and villainy", this was my less than subtle way of introducing Tam to the delights of watching football in Belle Vue. We thought better of going to the Millbank on account of those singing anti-Bangor songs outside.
After stopping to buy Milkshake (A witty reference to Rhyl's title winning striker, Moran) we went in. After about ten minutes my throwaway line to Tam proved to be correct. One joker announced that he'd "Rather be a Smackhead than a blue" why Heroin addiction is better than supporting Bangor is beyond me, the tosser. While Dewi was indulging in some "banter" with the Rhyl fans one of them turned around and gave him a look of murderous intent. Just after this a Bangor sub, Stuart White, got into an argument with some scallies behind the goal. Stuart had unreasonably asked for the ball back but the scallies weren't obliging. After they did Stuart gave them a piece of his mind and the twat who preferred Heroin addiction offered Stuart a rather unpleasant suggestion.
Welsh Premier League
I arranged to meet Dewi and Tam in Wetherspoons but met them just before. Just as we were about to turn towards the pub we walked into some Bangor Ultras that were walking the other way. Now we were off to Caskeys. When we arrived there was a major problem; they only had Cider and Guinness on tap due to the Bank Holiday rush. While that's not a problem for me I went for a bottled drink to show solidarity.
We were in there for a couple of hours as all of the usual faces showed up. My anticipation was building, we would do it today!! At about half 2 Dewi, Tam and I left to get a drink in the Millbank as it was closer to the ground. Unfortunately it was raining. As we were making our way there I said, in the style of Alec Guinness, "Prepare to enter a wretched hive of scum and villainy", this was my less than subtle way of introducing Tam to the delights of watching football in Belle Vue. We thought better of going to the Millbank on account of those singing anti-Bangor songs outside.
After stopping to buy Milkshake (A witty reference to Rhyl's title winning striker, Moran) we went in. After about ten minutes my throwaway line to Tam proved to be correct. One joker announced that he'd "Rather be a Smackhead than a blue" why Heroin addiction is better than supporting Bangor is beyond me, the tosser. While Dewi was indulging in some "banter" with the Rhyl fans one of them turned around and gave him a look of murderous intent. Just after this a Bangor sub, Stuart White, got into an argument with some scallies behind the goal. Stuart had unreasonably asked for the ball back but the scallies weren't obliging. After they did Stuart gave them a piece of his mind and the twat who preferred Heroin addiction offered Stuart a rather unpleasant suggestion.
These fans have slipped even further beneath my contempt. In the Welsh Premier you can quite happily share a drink and a chat with most fans but I resent sharing North Wales Coast with these fuckers never mind an enclosed football ground. Thank god we wouldn't be sharing an end with them during the game. To be honest I don't think they have more than about 15 fans like that but the level of their odious outpourings make up for their lack of numbers, unfortunately.
As we travelled to the opposite end, out of the rain as well as far from the Rhyl tossers!!, we saw Rob Aucott. The same youngsters behind the goal had throw the ball into his face and because he wears glasses this had cut the bridge of his nose. Yet more proof of their charming fans. The game kicked off just as we got to the other end.
As I was putting my flag up Rhyl scored and Lee Hunt had scored it, bastard. As we became more involved in the game Rhyl looked like they were adopting their usual approach; any attempt to play football was stopped by thuggery. Bangor refused to bow to the intimidation continued to try and play football and we eventually equalised through Wynne. The pitch was virtually unplayable so Bangor's attempts to play football were admirable. Captain Bangor mad a very good suggestion about using Hulse to roll the pitch. Due to our attacking we were all quite hopeful for the second half. HT 1-1.
At the other end one of the Rhyl fans had left us a present; some bodily fluids on a seat. We were all at a loss to describe which fluids they actually were though. The appearance of the sun brought a warmth to the occasion, would the team's performance make us feel as warm?
Well we couldn't fault the players' performance, they gave it a good go and it was much better than our last few games here. Rhyl's third, a penalty in stoppage time, made the match looked more one-sided than it was. After Rhyl scored their second goal we took the game to Rhyl but couldn't find that deft touch in front of goal, mind you any time taken for deft touches may have resulted in injuries.
What really annoyed me, and a good few around me, were several details about Rhyl's performance. This great club, the pride of North Wales, resorted to time-wasting about 20 minutes from the end; Hunt taking the ball into the corner was one example. Secondly Hunt's liberal use of his elbow and sliding "tackles". On top of this they only had 3 balls, the richest club in North Wales only had 3 footballs. Why does this taste like gamesmanship? It also struck me that this is a complement to us, they had to resort to such tactics in order to win. I wait with baited breath for several 7 day approaches from fatty in the summer. Another defeat but at least this was a good performance.
As we travelled to the opposite end, out of the rain as well as far from the Rhyl tossers!!, we saw Rob Aucott. The same youngsters behind the goal had throw the ball into his face and because he wears glasses this had cut the bridge of his nose. Yet more proof of their charming fans. The game kicked off just as we got to the other end.
As I was putting my flag up Rhyl scored and Lee Hunt had scored it, bastard. As we became more involved in the game Rhyl looked like they were adopting their usual approach; any attempt to play football was stopped by thuggery. Bangor refused to bow to the intimidation continued to try and play football and we eventually equalised through Wynne. The pitch was virtually unplayable so Bangor's attempts to play football were admirable. Captain Bangor mad a very good suggestion about using Hulse to roll the pitch. Due to our attacking we were all quite hopeful for the second half. HT 1-1.
At the other end one of the Rhyl fans had left us a present; some bodily fluids on a seat. We were all at a loss to describe which fluids they actually were though. The appearance of the sun brought a warmth to the occasion, would the team's performance make us feel as warm?
Well we couldn't fault the players' performance, they gave it a good go and it was much better than our last few games here. Rhyl's third, a penalty in stoppage time, made the match looked more one-sided than it was. After Rhyl scored their second goal we took the game to Rhyl but couldn't find that deft touch in front of goal, mind you any time taken for deft touches may have resulted in injuries.
What really annoyed me, and a good few around me, were several details about Rhyl's performance. This great club, the pride of North Wales, resorted to time-wasting about 20 minutes from the end; Hunt taking the ball into the corner was one example. Secondly Hunt's liberal use of his elbow and sliding "tackles". On top of this they only had 3 balls, the richest club in North Wales only had 3 footballs. Why does this taste like gamesmanship? It also struck me that this is a complement to us, they had to resort to such tactics in order to win. I wait with baited breath for several 7 day approaches from fatty in the summer. Another defeat but at least this was a good performance.
