… was something of a damp squib.
In many more ways than one too. It’s difficult to play football in a quagmire in a torrential downpour. In front of a crowd that could easily have been 2500 people, the players battled away without the fire and passion that I was expecting. But as I said, any fire that might have been out there would have been rapidly extinguished in the cloudburst.
Bangor came out of the blocks by far the quickest but they didn’t really look that dangerous up front. They had only really one dramatic moment when they could have scored, although they did put one in the net from a glancing deflection during a corner.
But their players didn’t have any kind of impressive appearance. They looked like the kind of player that you would see on the public park on a Sunday morning. Caernarfon’s players however looked like athletes. Their first goal was a typical Jamie Breese bruising battling run through a couple of powder-puff defensive tackles. Although Bangor equalised as I mentioned just now, Caernarfon scored a second with a good header from one of their defenders.
That was probably the correct result.
Last night I was at a girls football match in the USA. One of the attackers on one side was a lanky Métisse with a big afro haircut. She was substituted at one point in the match and left the field. A little later her team was attacking the opposing goal and in a good position when there was a commotion on the touchlines. The girl who had been substituted was arguing with someone and had broken a drinking glass to use as a weapon. This horrified everyone on the field and the match stopped. The girl with the ball ran off the field towards the other girl, brandishing a knife. When the second girl saw the first girl running towards her brandishing the knife, she took to her heels and ran away out of the ground. And it transpired that the girl was actually holding a beaker with a silicone pastry spatula in it.
That took me up to about 05:40 – a sleep of about 4.5 hours, and although the alarm went off at 06:00, it was rather more like 07:30 when I left my stinking pit. Straight after breakfast I hit the streets to do the shopping early.
LIDL had nothing special, and neither did LeClerc (although I forgot my pains au chocolat) but at NOZ they finally came up with the right spare sheet, and also a book on Normandy in the 12th, 13th and 14 Centuries.
There was plenty of time for me to catch up with some work before lunch, but it’s taking it out of me right now so I made a coffee and had a rest for a while.
After lunch, I started to work and managed to put three days’ worth of blog posts on line.
And then I went out and braved the hurricane for a walk in the twilight.
It was actually quite a beautiful evening as far as photography goes. The coastline right down past the old walled town as far as Donville-les-Bains was quite clear.
It came out really well in this photograph.
That prompted me to go down to the end of the Pointe du Roc and see what I could do down there.
The sky was still fairly light over by Cancale and St Malo and the the street lights stood out really well along the dark coastline.
Cancale, to the left of the photo, is all of 30 kilometres away. And it’s all come out very clearly, especially as it was a hand-held shot.
There was time to finally unpack the shopping, and tea out of a tin before the football.
No alarm tomorrow, because it’s Sunday. Hopefully I can have a lie-in for a change. I missed my Sunday lie-in last week.
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