Llandudno Junction 4 Holywell Town 1
Welsh Alliance
So we've reached Saturday and the best the fixture planners could come up with is Junction at home. After the coach incident I swore I'd never darken their perimeter again. Unfortunately my resolve is not as iron clad as it should be but at least it would be free.
After a fruitless search for Easter Eggs in Tesco I arrived to see an empty pitch, I recognised Martin as he strode towards me. The purchasing of food was a bigger pull than Junction, would he regret missing the action?
Both teams entered the field of play to a crescendo of silence and indifference; only 11 of us were in attendance. The quality of football wasn't superb. Neil, my mate, looked capable of injecting a little skill into proceedings for Junction, as did Holywell's no.9. Unfortunately neither player had possession of the ball for long enough. A large hoof seemed to be the preferred tactic of both teams.
Junction's no.10 did his best to arouse some ill feeling in me with his overly robust challenges, short-arse syndrome I believe it's called. Apart form Junction's goal the only other thing that took my notice was the Junction goalie's lack of basic manners. He never bothered to say thank you to anyone that retrieved the ball for him. I now realised that when he twisted his ankle in the fifth minute karma had been acting pre-emptively. Junction led 1-0 at half-time.
Junction totally destroyed Holywell in the second half. This must have been even worse for Holywell's keeper; His young nephew was watching by me, "Daddy, why is uncle Johnny angry?", I wish I were as innocent as a 6 year old sometimes. For every goal the ball was heading for me, thank god for nets! Holywell pulled one back but by that point they had conceded three more goals. I left with the thought that there can't be many pitches that have daisies growing amongst the grass.
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