A trip to Wrexham and an easier 3 points than the scoreline might suggest. We would surely have scored more goals if we hadn’t been so negative when our forwards outnumbered the defenders towards the end of the game and chose to head for the corners rather than shoot at their 4-foot tall replacement goalie. Hopefully one day our Gaffer will realise that we don’t have to fear teams like Wrexham and set our stall out so defensively. We are both in the same division. If they were THAT good they’d still be in the league!
I had also quite forgotten just how bitter and twisted the Taffs could be when things don’t go their way. Every Poppies challenge was greeted with boo’s and demands for the ref to take action. This was particularly in evidence when their goalie injured his elbow by landing heavily after climbing over JP and one of his own defenders. The baying pit ponies to our right screamed for the ref to dismiss JP, as if he had purposefully dislocated the guy’s elbow. The fact that none of the Wrexham players reacted negatively, spoke volumes as to the accidental nature of the collision between all three players. This wasn’t good enough for the purple-faced primates of the Principality. They wanted blood.
After the game, upon exiting the stadium, I was party to a particularly lovely moment when a young, pre-teen Wrexham lad walked past, turned and spat right in front of me. Quite charming. It was such a strange thing to see that it took me a few moments to register exactly what had happened.
Ah, the joys of playing against teams whose fans can’t get over the fact that they aren’t such big boys anymore!
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