AMWAT: There was a game

And we lost.

And it is 'we', because despite everything including my own better judgement Bangor vs Caernarfon transcends even the filth of the moment.

The pitch looked like shit. I mean, embarrassing. That's what happens when you don't pay one of the greatest groundsmen you could ever get. That is beyond embarrassing. That borders on evil.

I tried not to watch it on telly, but I had to dip in and out.

Because it is 'we' isn't it.

There was a good crowd. Over 2k. It would have been more, probably. Many comrades were up in the pubs about half a mile away watching it on telly and no doubt trying to filter out the cheers floating up on the wind from the ground. Maybe the delayed sonics synched up with the pictures. I don't know. I didn't go, although I was torn. There were scuffles in the city. There were police escorts. There was real needle in the air. It was like real football again.

Imagine that one.

And for all the talk of administration, of the regime taking the gate money and running, of all the spurious accusations going on from regime apologists: we lost.

And that still fucking burns.

Here's Stewart Lee.

And here are The Stooges.