"Bugger", as I said to the wrong number I dialled trying to find out
whether the match was on or not (after Ebbw you can't take any chances),
"Bugger" indeed. From the very first minute Bangor had this one won, which
is so gratifying after travelling 117 miles through North Wales to see
the game. John Morris' hacking down of a Bangor attacker left the ref,
one from Newcastle Emlyn, with little option and the Farrar Road crowd
relished the moment as Stuart Pickthall converted the spot kick. Aber
responded well, Malcolm Allen had a shot well saved and the Green and
Blacks seemed to be responding to the crisis, but it all went down hill
from there. On six minutes The Citizens added to their lead through
Bryan Clowes who drove the ball past K into the corner of the net. Goals
three and four followed through the same source before the half hour
mark, the only amusement for the Aber contingent being the shouting
match that Richley was waging against the Aber Townettes. The Bangor
crowd occasionally got worked up but usually only to laugh and/or
take pity on us as we walked past. Just before the interval, Gavin "Oh
so much better than his overpaid and overweight brother" Allen
pulled one back. No celebrations from the Aber, an attempt at delight
from the supporters. It failed. After the break came the dire second half.
Rhodri Thomas and Steven Williams came on but nothing changed. Passes
failed to reach their targets and talking to Steve Moore about Aber's
impending financial doom seemed to be more appropriate. The Blues added
to their tally through substitute Colin Smith with fifteen happy minutes
remaining. Aber haven't really been thrashed since the Newtown League Cup
match so this is perhaps another occasional blip but the way the defence
capitulated when Aizer is meant to be holding it together was embarassing.
On the way back spirits were raised briefly by the England 41-13 Scotland
score and the fun one can have getting lost between Tremadog and Porthmadog.
Oh, it was hoots, it really was.
