Oh, to have a ground like Station Road! Down the end of a narrow lane,
on the tip of Cymru lies a corregated mess within which the Demolition Men
(Steve Humphries and his cohorts) play. The pitch slopes diagonally so, as
Ryan Nicolls put it "when you're not running into the wind, you're running
uphill". And what a wind. Having a sense of feeling in any of the extremities
was simply not an option after the opening fifteen (really not very interesting
) minutes. Most of the match was played longball, both sides seemingly lacking
the inclination to think about moves, Cemaes took the lead when Steve
"the man himself" Humphries headed in unmarked from a corner. Cue much moaning
from the reasonably sized Aber contingent about typical Seasider defending.
But in the second half, the Green and Blacks roared back, Gavin Allen equalising
with his head. This after, Richley had pointed at his brother, Malcolm Allen,
and gone "There!". The final twenty minutes were fast, with both teams having
chances aplenty, and Aber had a goal disallowed. For Aber, all the Usual
Suspects played well, especially Keyser Kinnonmouth (how do you spell his
name?). We travelled up and back on the team coach, which was an experience,
especially when Glyndwr Hughes went into the ladies by mistake, and
Mark Aizlewood complained that Trigg took up too much space. And Martyn
Griffiths has scary, stary eyes. We also got free booze, so I'm not
complaining. An enjoyable day out.
