Racecourse Ground 24/08/2010
Whether it be the muddle of a midweek fixture or the sanctity of a Saturday, along with scores of intrepid fans nation-wide we set off, in our case to the principality. As always there was that nagging tinge of trepidation mixed with an undercurrent of die-hard hope. Gone are the days when I would seldom miss a game away. I now find that since a change in the coach company, comfort has taken something of a back seat (so to speak). Being somewhat long in the leg and even longer in the tooth I found that, like some wines, I do not travel well, especially on what appeared to be the school bus on occasions. I was therefore more than pleased to note that in this instance the mode of transport was feted as “luxury” with the legend of “continental travel” blazoned along its side. [Read more...]


