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Sunday, 20 March 2016 09:26

A Day of Contrasts

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SATURDAY 19th MARCH - Mathern Athletic Ground, dry & cold.
MATHERN FC 2 RTB EBBW VALE 0 (Autocentres Gwent County League Division 2)
A week without rain means I can choose from a full football programme this week, but it has to be somewhere that doesn't involve travelling through the horrors of Cardiff on a Six Nations matchday. The solution is to go east via Newport and the Gwent County League game at Mathern appeals - visitors RTB are way out in front in Division Two and Mathern is a ground I haven't visited before.

Mathern lies a mile or two west of Chepstow, just off the old A48 Newport to Chepstow road, so a straightforward bus journey from Newport to Pwllmeyric, then a leisurely stroll south from the main road. Bus times mean I'm in the village an hour before kick off, so I while away some time with a pint in the pleasant Millers Arms - all is going well, a lively, warm pub with Butcombe bitter and Bath Ales on tap - but as 2.30 approaches a big screen goes up, chairs, tables and customers are required to move, and the pub readies itself to watch the rugby that I've spent two hours travelling to get away from. Time to move on.

The Athletic Ground sits just round the corner, at the edge of the village. It's a delightful rural setting, even though the proximity of the M48 motorway is given away by the big blue sign poking up above the hedge on the far side. The railed, level playing surface is overlooked from the east end by a clubhouse / pavilion, elevated on a bank with a small flight of steps down to pitch level. On the hill behind it, the whole scene is in turn overlooked by the listed, neo-classical mansion Wyelands House. It occurs to me what a varied county Gwent is - today's visitors, whose name carries the initials of the old Ebbw Vale steelworks, have travelled down from scarred, post-industrial Blaenau Gwent to this peaceful rural Monmouthshire setting. [Follow "Read More" below for full article]

Thursday, 10 March 2016 16:15

Wales Under 19s Complete 3-day Double

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THURSDAY 10th MARCH - Cyncoed Campus, sunny.
WALES UNDER 19 1 CZECH REPUBLIC UNDER 19 0 (Friendly international)
After only five days, I'm back at Cyncoed. This week the university are hosting two friendly fixtures at under 19 level between Wales and the Czech Republic, the first having been on Tuesday afternoon. I had thought of seeing that one, and when Wales won 3-2 I sort of wished I had. But the weather had been dreadful, and Saturday's uncomfortable two hours up here in the bitter wind was still too vivid in the memory. But this Thursday morning is a different proposition: dry, sunny, slightly less cold and with a lighter wind. The 11.00 kick off lends an unusual air to the game, but the crowd is exactly what you get at these midweek representative games: mostly officials, parents and scouts, with a few curious others.

Thursday, 10 March 2016 15:50

Two Games, No Shocks - and No Coach

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SATURDAY 5th MARCH: Celtic Park - sunny, cold wind.
CWMBRAN CELTIC 1 PORT TALBOT TOWN 2 (JD Welsh Cup, Quarter final)
The Welsh Cup quarter-finals have produced a couple of attractive fixtures a mere 20 miles apart, with staggered kick-off times thanks to the evening live TV slot. Clearly a fair few people will want to see both, and the FAW cotton onto this by advertising a coach from Newport, so I'm not left dithering over which to do.

Wrapped up well against a bitter wind, I head east to Newport and ahead of the advertised pick-up time I'm among a few groundhoppers sheltering inside Newport railway station, looking out for a coach. Half an hour later we're still looking for it, faith in the FAW's promises draining away rapidly. I lead the contingent of hoppers to the bus station and onto the X24 bus to Cwmbran, wondering if we'll see a coach at Celtic Park some time during the afternoon.

Sunday, 28 February 2016 21:06

The Wonders of Wales

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SATURDAY 27th FEBRUARY. Clappers Lane, dry and cold.
After the driest week of the whole winter, at last a weekend when postponements shouldn't be a major concern. Having (mistakenly, as it turned out) abandoned a trip to north Wales last week, I'm keen to make amends this Saturday, with a Huws Gray Alliance fixture my first choice.

Taking advantage of the last chance to use the Arriva Trains Wales fare promotion this winter, I head up from Cardiff to Wrexham on a busy morning service, arriving on time in Wrexham at midday. From there, it's a simple bus journey northwards to Gresford, which lies on the old main road to Chester. I've been to here once before, but that must have been about 25 years ago, when the Clappers Lane ground was pretty much undeveloped. I also can't remember much of Gresford itself, so I use the spare hour to explore. The village has a more remote, rural feel than those to the south of Wrexham, although it shares their mining heritage. There's a small pond, the church - whose bells made it into the old "Seven Wonders of Wales" rhyme - and a handful of shops; also three pubs, none appealing enough to divert me from my stroll. In any case, it's a pleasant afternoon, nowhere near as chilly as the weathermen's warnings of a severe wind-chill suggested.

At half past one it's time to head back to Clappers Lane, and I assume the entrance is from the road of that name. There's a way in (two in fact) here, but it turns out there are two more, hidden in the back streets, and it's one of these that I eventually find manned, with programmes on sale. The football ground is part of a larger recreation area, with bowling greens close behind the goal at the town end, and a cricket square on one side. All this makes access and development a bit of a challenge for the football club, who will need to move the pitch if they are to meet the new level 2 ground criteria in the next couple of years. Unfortunately that will also increase the distance from the modern changing room /clubhouse block which overlooks the field.

Gresford are enjoying a successful first season back in the Huws Gray Alliance, lying seventh ahead of this game, three places and two points behind today's visitors Holywell. Both sides are technically on the fringes of the title race, although the leading pair of Caernarfon and Cefn Druids will take a lot of catching. As befits a game between two successful sides on a fine winter's afternoon, a healthy three-figure crowd has gathered, with plenty of visiting fans in evidence. I suspect they arrive in optimistic mood, their team having suffered only one league defeat since October.

However, the early exchanges are inconclusive: both sides look confident, but the lack of recent games shows with 'rustiness' to blame for some misplaced passes and challenges. Gresford's style of play is attack-minded, with a confident midfield section hitting balls forward for front-runner Alistair Gibson to chase. Nothing quite comes off, though one early Gibson volley is cleared off the line. At the other end, veteran keeper Jon Hill-Dunt has to be sharp to keep out a couple of dangerous Holywell attacks in the first half, though one of these wouldn't have counted anyway, the lineman's flag already up for offside. Half time arrives with no scoring, and the game still anybody's, though I feel Gresford have had slightly the better of the half.

The second period is just as open as the first. It's end-to-end stuff, both teams trying to prise an opening in well-marshalled defences. Holywell seem to be posing more of a threat, but Hill-Dunt is rarely under real pressure as the home side soak up the pressure and launch counter-attacks.

It's all beginning to look like a goal-less draw, though, with the defences on top and the teams cancelling each other out. And, while they're both still searching for a winner, the sides would probably settle for a hard-earned point apiece. Then, three minutes from the end of normal time, Holywell concede a dangerous free-kick just outside the box (by no means the first of the afternoon) and Mike Latham finds a way through the wall and into the bottom corner of Mike Platt's goal. 1-0 to Gresford and Holywell must now step up the pace in search of an equaliser. Despite a generous amount of stoppage time, they can't find it, so Gresford leap-frog them into fifth place in the league table.

What a relief to get back to a 'normal' Saturday! The wonder of Wales today is that it hasn't rained, most games have been played, and my travels not confined to matches on 3G pitches, or worse completely disrupted like last weekend. Is spring maybe just round the corner?

Sunday, 14 February 2016 09:14

Celtic spring a cup shock

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SATURDAY 13th FEBRUARY. Celtic Park, cold and drizzly.
Although I've missed the last two Saturdays while on holiday, nothing has changed on my return: football people are still avidly following every weather forecast, desperately hoping the end of the week will be dry enough to allow some games to be played. By all accounts, last Saturday was as wet as any this miserable winter, and it was stormy when I returned, but a dry interlude brings a little hope...

Actually, last weekend's bad weather worked to my advantage, as the postponement of the Cwmbran Celtic v Goytre tie in the Welsh Cup means it's been re-scheduled for today - an obvious choice of game - assuming it's on - with teams from levels 2 and 3 of the pyramid doing battle for the chance to host a Welsh Premier side in the quarter-finals. Overnight rain on Friday night/Saturday morning means a couple of pitch inspections, but positive reports mid-morning are enough for me to head east (there's an added bonus here - I can travel this way without touching Cardiff city centre, which is going to be its usual mess on a rugby Six Nations matchday).

By the time I get to Cwmbran, the rain has stopped, though it's still very cold and dull as I walk down from the bus station to Celtic Park, via the busy Cwmbran Shopping Centre and the less busy Old Cwmbran high street - an incongruous street in the midst of the new-town estates, its run-down, old-fashioned shops presumably appealing to those who find the centre just a bit too exciting.
The pitch at Celtic Park is clearly playable: the goalmouths sanded, but the surface not holding water anywhere. A few early arrivals are here, and the small band of home officials is already busy with matchday duties. As kick off approaches, a reasonable crowd gathers, and would be counted at well over a hundred were it not for the thirty-odd who assemble on the bank outside the ground to watch for free - too mean to pay the very modest £3 entrance fee.

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