Last year we had one of those spontaneous moments at camp of deciding to go and watch the local team (Portmadog FC) play the best (on paper) team in their league (Total Network Solutions or TNS to those who can't be bothered with the brand name). It was a real hit with the punters and the fact that around 40 of us turned up and created chants about the Port boys got us in favour with the club. In fact the chair kindly presented our trophy at the camp 5 A side tournament. Well actually he was dragged out of his living room by Rory who had hit the pubs of Criccieth looking for any Port players that could be out there. The locals pointed him in the direction of the club chairs house whose evening in watching Who Wants to be a Millionaire decended into a trip to a cow field.
One year on we were back to see them play Aberystwyth. This time we had 70 of us, more or less doubling the crowd of Port fans. The woman in the coffee shop commented...'I've never had a queue before'. By the way, if you want to see a spot of class at this level of football, then Portmadog is the place to be. Your Bovril or sugary hot chocolate is served in china mugs. Clearly there is no fear of them being used as missiles, or of theft. i was tempted by the latter as it crossed my mind that their mugs were much nicer than the flakey one I had been using at camp.
The game itself was a victory for the Seasiders (Aberystwyth not Dunbar United who share the same name). 4-0 and 2 of Ports players sent off for engaging in Thai boxing during the game. The highlight had to be hal time. The chair had invited the camp to have a slot at half time. In true camp style we had our biblical characters penalty shoot out. See Woody's article in the press for a detailed report. http://www.yorkpress.co.uk/news/columnists/matthewwoodcock/display.var.913285.0.a_buskers_life_for_me.php
Anyway, i hope you like the picture of me and Woody sporting our Porthmadog hats at the 'Traeth'. I am supping a brew from their mug as I speak.
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