The New Saints 2 Bangor City 1
Welsh Premier League
Today was our second trip to the plastic paradise. After we alighted in Gobowen a short bus ride brought us to the road outside the country club. I blagged my way in as a student. (I’m a right geezer, right out me manoorrr and all that) The ground looks even better in the daylight; you can really make out the detail of the links in the fence.
Welsh Premier League
Today was our second trip to the plastic paradise. After we alighted in Gobowen a short bus ride brought us to the road outside the country club. I blagged my way in as a student. (I’m a right geezer, right out me manoorrr and all that) The ground looks even better in the daylight; you can really make out the detail of the links in the fence.
The match started and we were attacking the left-handed uncovered end. Neither end warrants a name as yet so I’d like to suggest the Muddy End and the Car Park End. We glided past the magnificent free-standing Corner Flags to stand behind the fabulous shoe lace-secured goal nets. There was something missing; no Doherty in goal. Consequently, no cries of “Gerrrrrrarrrd!!” from Livzy would be heard.
His replacement was wearing some rather natty tights. Unfortunately they made him look rather scruffy. Another scruffy custodian in front of us, tsk tsk. I'm sick of seeing untidy goalkeepers. We see them for longer periods than any other player, why can't they make an effort to look presentable? Surely it's not too much to ask for!!! Basically it has to stop NOW!!! What’s wrong with good old tracksuit bottoms or a nice padded trouser? The latter option is not only stylish but probably a good deal more abrasion resistant that a pair of these new fangled techno tights. While I’m at it, why does there seem to be a mania for this type of underclothing presently? Every Premiership player seems to be wearing some kind of skin-tight creation under their kit. Although viewing the array on offer after a match has become one of the many highlights of televised footy.
Like all great art, football affects reality. In this case you can’t walk around your local sports super store without bumping into their display for such under garments. They even have a distinct title; “Base Layer”. So we also have a new phrase to add to every right-thinking fans lexicon. With it's usage may come a further dilution of football's heritage. How long will it be before we’ll hear of kids refusing to play because their base layer wasn‘t washed on time? They do keep you warm on a cold day though.
The first fifteen minutes of the match was a little underwhelming, we didn't look as fluent as last time; we only made a couple of half-chances. They made a couple of breaks too. Smoke gently wafted across the pitch from behind the Anglesey Show stand when the smoke was joined by pungent burning smell today’s viewing experience was greatly enhanced. Meanwhile Les shot three times from long range. Two shots didn’t trouble the keeper but the third forced a save.
After about twenty minutes TNS began to look more dangerous. They created a couple of good chances before they actually taking the lead through Alfie Carter. Les had a couple more chances from twenty-ish yards out but they were parried by the keeper. Near the end of the half we thought Stotty had scored; his head met the ball and the ball bounced goalwards in slow motion, it was going in. Then, for some reason, the ball decided to travel wide. Everybody held their heads in the exaggerated style that TV directors love. The sight of the twat Naylor flinging himself to the ground after a “challenge” was the last movement of the half. We were losing 1-0 but nobody could work out why.
A TNS goal was almost the first action of note in the second half but Lamb missed a relatively easy chance. Bangor could have scored as several chances were created; Stotty missed a couple of times from nice passing moves; Sarge tried his luck from twenty yards a couple of times, one after a nice little dribble.
His replacement was wearing some rather natty tights. Unfortunately they made him look rather scruffy. Another scruffy custodian in front of us, tsk tsk. I'm sick of seeing untidy goalkeepers. We see them for longer periods than any other player, why can't they make an effort to look presentable? Surely it's not too much to ask for!!! Basically it has to stop NOW!!! What’s wrong with good old tracksuit bottoms or a nice padded trouser? The latter option is not only stylish but probably a good deal more abrasion resistant that a pair of these new fangled techno tights. While I’m at it, why does there seem to be a mania for this type of underclothing presently? Every Premiership player seems to be wearing some kind of skin-tight creation under their kit. Although viewing the array on offer after a match has become one of the many highlights of televised footy.
Like all great art, football affects reality. In this case you can’t walk around your local sports super store without bumping into their display for such under garments. They even have a distinct title; “Base Layer”. So we also have a new phrase to add to every right-thinking fans lexicon. With it's usage may come a further dilution of football's heritage. How long will it be before we’ll hear of kids refusing to play because their base layer wasn‘t washed on time? They do keep you warm on a cold day though.
The first fifteen minutes of the match was a little underwhelming, we didn't look as fluent as last time; we only made a couple of half-chances. They made a couple of breaks too. Smoke gently wafted across the pitch from behind the Anglesey Show stand when the smoke was joined by pungent burning smell today’s viewing experience was greatly enhanced. Meanwhile Les shot three times from long range. Two shots didn’t trouble the keeper but the third forced a save.
After about twenty minutes TNS began to look more dangerous. They created a couple of good chances before they actually taking the lead through Alfie Carter. Les had a couple more chances from twenty-ish yards out but they were parried by the keeper. Near the end of the half we thought Stotty had scored; his head met the ball and the ball bounced goalwards in slow motion, it was going in. Then, for some reason, the ball decided to travel wide. Everybody held their heads in the exaggerated style that TV directors love. The sight of the twat Naylor flinging himself to the ground after a “challenge” was the last movement of the half. We were losing 1-0 but nobody could work out why.
A TNS goal was almost the first action of note in the second half but Lamb missed a relatively easy chance. Bangor could have scored as several chances were created; Stotty missed a couple of times from nice passing moves; Sarge tried his luck from twenty yards a couple of times, one after a nice little dribble.
TNS doubled their lead on about 70 minutes. The TNS crowd, all five, went mad; “You’re not Singing anymore” they crowed. "We hadn't been anyway" retorted an unknown voice, derisorily. Their world famous drummer began to grate, as they tend to when a game is slippling away from you. TNS could have gone further ahead but Smithy saved well twice.
Oswestry’s style of football doesn’t seem very sophisticated, and that’s if you are being generous. If any old layman were to pass, or a visitor from another planet for that matter, and they were asked to consider the following; 1) Oswestry are the richest club in the Welsh Premier. 2) Oswestry are full time professionals and lastly 3) Oswestry play on this plastic surface every day in training, logic may prompt that passer by to ask McKenna why Oswestry can't play with a bit more invention and subtlety than a hoofed pass into space. This must have been a complement to us.
Oswestry’s style of football doesn’t seem very sophisticated, and that’s if you are being generous. If any old layman were to pass, or a visitor from another planet for that matter, and they were asked to consider the following; 1) Oswestry are the richest club in the Welsh Premier. 2) Oswestry are full time professionals and lastly 3) Oswestry play on this plastic surface every day in training, logic may prompt that passer by to ask McKenna why Oswestry can't play with a bit more invention and subtlety than a hoofed pass into space. This must have been a complement to us.
Another bone one can pick with Oswestry is the cyncial side of professionalism they seem to adopt for their approach; diving, time wasting, not retreating from free kicks etc etc. On today's evidence one has to wonder whether they practice this demeanour in training rather than sophisticated work with a ball. For example, Naylor the professional gobshite dived to get someone booked and then cheerfully ran past his victim grinning a jovially professional grin.
Just as time was running out Stotty scored via our umpteenth corner. Even though there was a minute left we’d still earn a draw, remember Llangefni!!! Oswestry acted professionally whilst we were waiting to take a free kick. It was floated in to the area and for a second time the ball moved in slow motion towards the goal. Peter Hoy’s header was in!!! The ball went wide again. So, so close. Our anguished expressions were met with laughter by their professional no.6 as he ran past the post in our general direction, what a professional cock.
Alas, our first defeat for months.
Just as time was running out Stotty scored via our umpteenth corner. Even though there was a minute left we’d still earn a draw, remember Llangefni!!! Oswestry acted professionally whilst we were waiting to take a free kick. It was floated in to the area and for a second time the ball moved in slow motion towards the goal. Peter Hoy’s header was in!!! The ball went wide again. So, so close. Our anguished expressions were met with laughter by their professional no.6 as he ran past the post in our general direction, what a professional cock.
Alas, our first defeat for months.
