Four sevens and two Fs

Once there were express trains and local trains. These days train companies sweat the assets when they are not sweating the passengers, so a long distance train will often run part of the journey as a local service. Thus there is a train from Chester direct to Maesteg, north of Bridgend. The name stood out in rugby results on Grandstand in the seventies: Maesteg were one of the top clubs in Wales, winning the Merit Table in 1978 and 1979. I knew a chap from the town at University, and I always thought if I find myself in South Wales, I should pop along and watch a game. The club badge includes the characters "7777", whose origins are explained on the website.

That is business for another day, as I was on my way to Flint Town United, where Prescot Cables were playing their last away pre season game (with two to play at home). A number of places where the name is the same in English and Welsh now use the Welsh spelling, especially in the north west. The situation in the north east is more mixed, but some give Flint a "Welsh" spelling.

The trouble is that the name of Flint in Welsh is "Y Fflint" (signs at the station exclusively carry this name), so putting an extra F in English does not make a lot of sense.

For a ground less than 5 minutes from the station, Flint is a bit tricky to find if you approach from the wrong direction. Come from the river side of the station, the ground is right in front of you. Come, as I did, from the town side, it is hidden behind houses, so you follow the map to their postal address, and end up in someone's garden. There is a sign at the junction, but whoever put it up thought there would be no problem putting a tree in the same bit of ground.

Our hosts intended to kick off at 2.30, the normal time for games in the Cymru Alliance. We anticipated 3pm, and Dave Powell had to hastily assemble the players for the earlier time. Not that he need have done so, the message did not reach Tony Zeverona, our Chairman, who brought the kit. The match therefore kicked off at about 2.50, meaning that, as I arrived at 3pm, I only missed 10 minutes or so.

The pitch is aligned north-east - south-west, so, in the first half, if I wanted to watch our team, there was no way of avoiding shooting straight in to the sun, which never produces the best lighting results, apart from for our goalkeeper in the shadow of the fence.

We could have fielded a good team with players who were not there, with only Antony Shinks, Phil Bannister and Ged Murphy present from those I would describe as regular first team players. I think Dave Powell was using this game to make a final assessment of players who have joined over the summer, deciding who to keep for the squad. No trip to Wales seems complete without bumping into one of our former players, this time Alejandro Barba, who had the thankless task of marking Connor McCarthy, making a strong claim for a first team place with two goals.

Connor McCarthy keeps Alejandro Barba at bay

When we score a goal, my first reaction, as a supporter, is to lower the camera and applaud. Then the photographer kicks back in and I try to get a couple of shots of the celebration. I almost always include one in the collection that I edit, not because it will be a good picture, it is more often not, so finds its way to the cutting room floor, but it is a useful marker for the pictures of the goal.

Ged Murphy and Antony Shinks congratulate Connor McCarthy on his goal

The light in the second half was of course directly behind me, which gives less problems.

Jordan Smith shoots for Cables' 4th goal

I had not expected to spend more time than the length of the match in Flint, but after the game I was able to look at the ruined castle, and enjoy the riverside walk, where I met this fine looking chap.

At 1/100s at 300mm in a decent breeze, I am surprised he did not disappear into a blur of camera shake.

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.