A Tale of Two Clubs

It’s been almost three months since I last posted on The Armchair Supporter blog, so I thought now was as good a time as any to get the iPad out once again and start typing. 

Since my last post “Leaving the Armchair/Becoming a Martyr”, my love for non-league footy has really evolved. With the regular season done and dusted, it’s been a quiet few months for blogging and whilst Merthyr Town have seen a couple of arrivals but a few more departures, there’s nothing much to write home about.

Over the past few weeks though, another team has caught my attention.. SHOCK! It’s slightly different this time though as a few of my mates have recently started a brand new local team, Aberbargoed Town FC and somehow they’ve even managed to entice me to look after their social media for the upcoming season.

Whilst Aberbargoed Town FC may be a brand new club, the players all know each other very well after spending the majority of last season together in the Neuadd Wen FC (more commonly known as the Farm) 2nds’ team. Neuadd Wen established all the way back in 2009 and several promotions have seen them reach Welsh League standard in a remarkable rise! The 2nds squad had seen a variety of coaches over the last few years too but Ricky “Tosh” Vaughan took over the team last year and in a stunning season took the club to the league title along with the Bob Annett cup!

Not content with winning a cup and reserve division title, the team decided to go rogue and set up there own club, Aberbargoed Town FC and show their ambition to progress through the leagues rather than potentially shine consistently in the reserve leagues.

Whilst a number of players have decided to stick with Neuadd Wen FC, Tosh seems to have managed to secure the core of last season’s squad including key player and captain Ryan James as well as top scorer Sean Chidgey with 26 goals in all competitions.

The Coalmen are also on course to have one of the toughest defences in the league with Ryan Woods likely to be a commanding presence at the back or even in centre-midfield.

With a new club, a brand new kit was needed but rather than opt for a complete rebrand, Aberbargoed decided to stick with the orange and black combination behind Neuadd Wen 2nds’ domestic success of 2016/17. The lads also will be sponsored by Caerphilly firm Hobbs Valve in their inaugural season.

Besides the kit, a new badge was designed and as Aberbargoed is historically a coal mining town, the badge pays homage to its roots with a Coalminer being the centre of attention, giving the club the obvious choice of nickname, the Coalmen!

The new club play their debut season in the North Gwent Premier League and will also play home games at Cefn Fforest’s Welfare/Stute pitch.

It’ll be interesting to see how the Orange Army progress next season however, this blog isn’t just about one new club, it’s actually about two! 

On Wednesday 12th July at 7pm at the new St Ilan/Cwm Rhymni pitch, The Coalmen play Caerphilly Town FC who are a fairly new club themselves.

June and July 2016 was a memorable one for every Wales fan due to the country’s success in reaching the semi-final in France. It felt that the majority of Wales was out in France at one stage but for a group of lads from Caerphilly, the Euros proved to be the catalyst to creating Caerphilly Town FC which was established after the boys came back home to Wales.

The club played their debut season in the Taff Ely & Rhymney Division 1 and finished in a very respectable 4th place. Their red and black kit is based on AC Milan’s home strip and with a new manager at the helm and new players joining for the upcoming season, the ambition is to build on a superb first season!

As the club progresses, one thing for sure is that the badge (like Aberbargoed Town’s) will become one of the most recognisable in the lower leagues of South Wales with it being based on an old Cardiff City crest from the 90’s and the castle representing what Caerphilly is most famous for (Caerphilly Castle not Caerphilly Cheese).

Whilst the club are based in Caerphilly, home games in 2016/17 had been played at both Morgan Jones’ Park and Llanbradach’s pitch. Town have shown a lot of ambition by entering the lucrative FAW trophy for the forthcoming season and will be skippered by Zak Thomas (left centre) for the second consecutive season.

Last season’s young and most improved player of the year, Conor Stokes (below) will also look to step up another gear next season as Town aim to exceed the heights they hit in 16/17.

Traditionally, players sign at the start of the regular season but Town’s goalkeeper Aaron Brown actually signed for the club in Caerphilly Wetherspoons on Christmas Eve and proved to be a welcome Christmas present!

Both clubs have long-term ambitions to progress through the leagues and as they aren’t the only teams in their respected towns, the overall goal must surely be to emulate and even surpass the achievements of their rivals.

One thing for certain is Wednesdays’ friendly between the two clubs isn’t one to be missed! 

Massive thanks to Caerphilly Town secretary and clubman of the year, Adam Beaumont (above left) for widening my knowledge of the club.

Good luck for the season but not so much for Wednesday night!

#UpTheCoalmen #OrangeArmy 


Can 2017 be better than 2016?

So it’s been a good 5 months since I last posted anything on here, funnily enough it was just before Wales destroyed Moldova 4-0 at home in our first game since the amazing success we had at the Euros. Things have gone marginally downhill since then with three consecutive draws leaving Chris Coleman’s men third behind Republic of Ireland and Serbia respectively.

Following on from the last game and the start of the New Year, I recently thought to myself can 2017 be better than 2016?

The answer.. well, to quote Leonardo Di Caprio in The Wolf of Wall Street, “absolutely f*cking not!”.

Quite a bold statement but it would take something special to top the heights Wales achieved last summer – especially as there’s no International football competition this year either. Just after my last blog post previewing Wales first World Cup qualifier against Moldova, the Welsh carried on their great year with a comprehensive win in front of their home fans. A flawless performance which saw Sam Vokes open the scoring, the in-form Joe Allen score his first international goal and the mercurial Gareth Bale putting in yet another MOTM performance with two goals.

Our next game saw us travel to Austria where twice we led through an absolute screamer from Allen and an own goal from Kevin Wimmer although Marko Arnautovic equalised twice, mainly down to unusually poor defending from Wales.

The following Sunday saw us draw 1-1 with Georgia in a bitterly disappointing result at the Cardiff City Stadium with Bale again finding the back of the net. Perhaps the most entertaining part of the night though was after the final whistle as I made my way up from the Canton end to the corporate lounge to meet one of the boys and his old man. On the way out, we bumped into Sam Vokes (who in fairness had an uneventful game) and to sum up his poor night my mate’s dad ended up calling him “Ched” by mistake. Ched Evans at the time was facing a retrial in court.

November saw us play our last game of the year against Serbia at the CCS and if I’m being honest, I remember very little of this game.. mainly because I was drunk as one of the boys had planned an all-dayer in Cardiff for his 30th. In fact I vaguely remember the following events – Bale scoring.. AGAIN! Dusan Tadic’s bloody nose, Bale hitting the post late-on before Mitrovic scoring the equaliser. Hopefully I’ve got those events in order, too!

Despite the late disappointment, 2016 wasn’t likely to be signified by a draw with Serbia. Our performance at Euro 2016 will be remembered by Welsh fans for decades.

2017 is likely to be a tough one for Wales with us 4 points behind Rep. Ireland at the top of the group and a trip to the Aviva Stadium in March is looking like a must-win already. With Gareth Bale seemingly ruled out due to injury, it looks like an even bigger test!

From a Welsh fan’s point of view, it’s difficult to see 2017 bettering 2016 however from a Cardiff fan’s perspective, 2017 surely can’t be any worse – I say this just a few hours after watching the worst Cardiff performance I’ve seen in years against Fulham in the FA Cup!

2016 saw City have three different managers at the helm and I’ll sum up the tenures of all three below in the form of Emoji:

Russell Slade: ūüėī

Paul Trollope: ūüí©

Neil Warnock: ūü§Ē

No glowing praise for any of them although you would have to argue that if Warnock was in charge at the start of the season, would they be in the position they find themselves in now?

On the plus side if Warnock can steer Cardiff from relegation, the chances are we’ll be playing Swansea again next season who seem unlikely to stay in the Premier League after a calamitous campaign so far. If the prospect of a South Wales derby isn’t enough to bring the fans flooding back then nothing will!

On a personal note, 2017 is likely to top 2016 as I’m meeting Chris Coleman at Bryn Meadows Golf club this Friday.
Oh and I’m getting married on Easter Sunday! ūüėÜ
Until next time. Stay classy!

The Armchair Supporter Abroad

So it’s taken me slightly longer than I’d have hoped to get my third blog post on paper (well, online) but it’s been an incredibly busy week for me since I returned from France.

Considering I’m usually reluctant to leave Wales let alone the UK, myself and the lads planned this trip well in advance of the Euro 2016 fixtures being released. Whereas most Wales fans pitched up at the likes of Bordeaux, Lens, Lille and Toulouse, we thought we’d take a risk and book a Monday-Friday stay in Nice, mainly expecting there to be numerous games hosted in the south of France.

Incredibly, there were two fixtures in Nice – one the night before we arrived, Poland v Northern Ireland and the Friday we’d be leaving, Spain v Turkey. Not the best of starts but our blushes were spared when it was announced that Wales would be playing England on the 16th June in Lens! You couldn’t make it up, we were going to be in France the same time as arguably the biggest fixture in European International football history.. although I’ve since been told that Lens is about a four and a half hour train journey from Nice!

Regardless of the distance though, we’d been buzzing for months ahead of travelling and it was also that week where I made my debut on an aeroplane. Yes, in 25 years it was only this month I’d actually travelled abroad by air. To celebrate my first appearance as well as the occasion, myself and the lads also rocked up at Bristol Airport all wearing customised Wales t-shirts with a current/former Wales players’ face on the front. This was probably the first time EasyJet customers would have seen Ashley Williams, Gareth Bale, Gary Speed, Ian Rush, Joe Allen, Joe Ledley, Jonny Williams and Robert Earnshaw¬†¬†on the same carriage!

Upon arriving in Nice, my first comments were pretty standard “it’s a bit hot here, lads!” -a sentence which would be used constantly throughout the following days. However, the view from the beach just a corner away from our hotel was outstanding, much more appealing than the¬†‚ā¨8 per pint it cost at the first and only beach bar we visited!

Our first night out was also a perfect example of what was to come throughout the course of the week, too! Fresh from their defeat to Poland on the previous day, we bumped into a huge group of Northern Ireland fans still in massively high spirits at the bar we’d eventually adopt as our new home. Myself and the 7 lads I travelled to France with were enticed to join in with the chants of¬†“He’s 7 foot and he plays the flute, Kyle Lafferty”¬†and of course now world-famous¬†“Will Grigg’s on fire, your defence is terrified!” –¬†a chant which has now quickly become the Vuvuzela of Euro 2016! Being big fans of football chants ourselves, we decided to get the bar involved in some Welsh chants with our renditions of¬†“Ain’t Nobody like Joe Ledley”, “Gimme Hope, Joe Allen”, “Hal Robson! Hal Robson Kanu!”, “Viva Gareth Bale” and “Aaron Ramsey baby”, ¬†I’m sure the anthem and¬†“Men of Harlech” also made appearances, too!

The beauty about France is although you do pay over the odds for a pint throughout the day, you’ve usually got at least 2 hours of¬†happy hour¬†in most bars which results in purchasing treble the amount of pints you’d usually buy in that period. Now I’m not the best drinker in the CF81 post code and I’m not called “Spewie Louie” by the boys for no reason so it was inevitable that I would end up getting lost and crying down the phone to my other half, telling her I wanted to come home – cracking start! Luckily though the lads found me, arms hanging over the side of a fence and took me back to the hotel.

Our second day and first morning in France also gave us some clarification on one thing in particular – THE FRENCH CANNOT COOK A DECENT BREAKFAST!

After breakfast.. or lack of it we headed to the beach, myself factor 30’d right up to avoid a t-shirt tan and looking like a Welsh Kevin De Bruyne! Sunburn though was the least of our worries, even at 26 degrees as not one, not two but all eight of us nearly drowned in the sea.. in the shallow end too!

With life-threatening pebble beaches ticked off our to-do list, we went back to our hotel ready for our second night out in the centre of Nice and back to our bar – I seem to remember this night being a much quieter affair in comparison to our first night, which was actually very welcome – drank like a fish again and vaguely remember watching Portugal v Iceland. Nothing to report.

Wednesday brought a yet another below-par breakfast with the cafe/bar owner somehow guilt-tripping us for ordering bacon. This was also the day we made the decision to visit Monte Carlo on probably the rainiest day of the week. Whilst I imagine Monaco probably looks glorious in the weather we had on the previous day, I can honestly tell you it looks a lot more depressing after losing¬†‚ā¨50 in a casino!

After a mad rush back to Nice via train, we managed to get back to our hotel with time to spare to catch the last 15 minutes of the France v Albania game. Walking past the Fan Zone was a huge eye-opener for me especially with so many Armed Police surrounding the area. It’s not something you expect to see at football, you barely see any Police Officers at Cardiff or Wales games anymore so to see such high levels of security really was something I hadn’t experienced before and honestly, it was quite frightening!

We got back to the bar though as Antoine Griezmann scored for France and the town centre erupted, naturally I joined in as he was in my Dream Team! Minutes later, the bar was celebrating again as Dimitri Payet curled in his second goal of the tournament and France’s second of the game – another one who made the Dream Team.

After spending our first three nights at the same bar, we discovered an Irish bar around the corner which would prove to be the venue for us to watch Wales v England the next day so it was only fitting we’d meet a few Geordie lads there.

On our way back to the hotel, we found about 20 people (the majority Swedish) chanting in the middle of the street. Now I don’t know whether it’s the hair colour but the Swedes adopted me as one of their own as we sang the name of Zlatan Ibrahimovic for about an hour on top of a bin (which you can actually view on my Instagram page). Once the Zlatan chants had ended, all sets of fans (Welsh, English, Icelandic, Spanish and Swedish) came together to sing¬†“Don’t take me home”¬†– another song that seems to have taken over France since the start of the Euros. After around two and a half hours of chanting, we agreed it was time to call it a night, ready for the big one!

So it was the day, Thursday 16th of June 2016..¬†a day we’d been waiting for since the fixture was announced and for us Welsh fans, an opportunity to avenge the past results where we’d failed to make much of an impact. We made our way to the Irish bar to watch the game, about an hour or so before kick-off – bucket hat and home shirt with “Joe Allen 7” shirt with me and our “Ain’t Nobody like Joe Ledley” flag hung up under the TV. The bar was divided 60-40 in favour of England fans so it was all the more sweeter when Gareth Bale’s free-kick hit the back of the net. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be in the stadium in Lens that day but the atmosphere in that pub when that goal went in was unbelievable from a Wales fan’s point of view – we were 1-0 up against the old enemy and we were top of the group and sailing through to the last 16!

If truth be told all I remember of the second half was watching through my hands, getting absolutely drenched in beer after Vardy equalised and almost being reduced to tears when Sturridge scored the winner in injury time. I do also remember seeing England fans celebrating in the street as if they’d won the Euros! A slight touch of sour grapes from me whilst typing this. I do remember spending much of the night advising people on how good a player Joe Allen was though.

As Friday hosted Spain v Turkey, the one half of our group had opted to stay in France the extra day to experience what it would’ve been like in Nice on a match day. Little did I know that the Allianz Riviera stadium was about 90 minutes away from the city centre. As the other lads got their stuff ready to depart and go home, we also had to pack up as we were moving to a villa about 15 minutes away. As we got out things sorted, my best man for my wedding gave me an envelope¬†which revealed four tickets to the evening game. What a gesture! I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a “Best man’s present” but I’m not one to complain.

After spending an hour trying to find a bus, taxi or any form of transport to the stadium it became quite clear that we’d have to walk. It took us another hour but as our legs started to give way luckily we came across the best Algerian since Riyad Mahrez as he gave us a lift to the stadium on his way home – WHAT A RESULT!

As we got into the stadium, the atmosphere between the two sets of fans was amazing and if one thing is certain, it’s that Turkish fans are absolute mental! Although sadly their players massively let them down on the night, especially Arda Turan whose every touch in the second-half was booed and jeered.

The game ended 3-0 with two goals from Morata and one from Nolito and as the final whistle blew, the Turkish fans decided to let off their flares and fireworks which understandably played havoc with my nerves.

Unfortunately, our Algerian friend wasn’t present to give us a lift back after the game so we spent almost two hours walking back to the villa – my feet have never looked so bad!

The morning after was our last in France and as we departed for the airport I felt a little sadness as our Euro trip came to an end.

Looking back I have to say though, I loved every minute of my trip to Nice..

except for the 93rd of course!


Thanks for reading,


“The Armchair Supporter” – why?

“People who claim to have a huge interest in a football team they very rarely watch and when they do, it will only be when that team is on TV”

So who in their right mind would want to name their blog after this pretty insulting footballing term, you’re probably wondering?

Well, it was back in around 1997 where I knew I was destined to be an “Armchair Supporter” for most of my life. My mother’s partner at the time had two brothers – one supported Manchester United, the other brother and his son both supported Arsenal. At the time, United and Liverpool were by far the most popular teams in the Country and Arsenal were a team I knew very little about but I was intrigued just by the name and the crest/badge. It took very little persuasion to join them¬†– after all, how could I not support a team who’s attackers’ names were Bergkamp and Overmars?

Everyone I knew from Primary/Junior School supported either Liverpool or Manchester United so it was a chance to try something different. Now I don’t know how far Highbury was from Ystrad Mynach at the time, but our family wasn’t the most “well off” financially so I knew trips to London would never be regular, if at all – in fact, my only visit was later in ’97 when I had the Stadium tour.

If truth be told, my memory of supporting Arsenal from the age of 6-13 isn’t great and I’m not sure when or why my passion for it waned – although maybe seeing Giggsy scoring¬†that¬†goal against us in the 1999 FA Cup Semi-Final had something to do with it? I was actually watching it in Argos, Caerphilly at the time, too!

My love for football was re-ignited back in 2003-04. All the boys in school were collecting the Panini Premier League sticker album and I went from not even knowing who was in Arsenal’s team but to also knowing who was in every other Premier League club’s squad.

Coincidentally, Arsenal didn’t just win the league that year, they didn’t lose a game! My love for football was back and just around the corner was Euro 2004, the first tournament I can remember fully (I have vague memories of the ’98 World Cup, can’t remember Euro ’00 happening at all and all I can think of when trying to remember the ’02 World Cup was Ronaldo’s barnet).

Up until this point, I’d still never actually been to a football game in an actual Stadium. The only¬†football that I’d watched was either on BBC or ITV – how times change, eh?

2004 was also the year another team caught my eye,a team much more local. I always remember seeing one of my cousins wearing a Cardiff City shirt but never thought anything of it and probably didn’t even realise who they were but on the 19th November 2004, I made my debut at Ninian Park in the Family Stand to watch Cardiff play Preston. I couldn’t believe it!

We¬†lost 1-0 due to a first-half header from Youl Mawene. Looking back, it was probably one of the worst games I’ve seen but I didn’t care, I was just over the moon to be there. As it was my 14th birthday the day after, my mother even bought me my first ever football shirt, the Cardiff home shirt (the one with the white collar) – life was good!

Since 2004, I’ve followed both teams religiously and although I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m not someone who goes to games regularly (there’s been seasons where I haven’t been to any), that doesn’t necessarily mean I have less of an interest in football (although I’m sure ardent supporters would disagree).

The reason I wanted to name this blog “The Armchair Supporter” was because there are probably hundreds of thousands of people across the UK who are in the exact same boat as me who share the exact same views but love football just as much as I do, maybe more.

I’ve actually turned a corner in recent years and these days, I’m not a full-time Armchair Supporter. Despite supporting both Arsenal and Cardiff, my biggest passion for football lies with my National Team. I watched every Euro 2016 home qualifier at the Cardiff City Stadium and myself and eight of the lads have planned a trip to Nice in June to watch the boys away in France (we didn’t get tickets to the games in Bordeaux, Lens or Toulouse, so we’re going to Nice for the sun, sea and beers).

I can’t believe it’s actually taken me this long to start writing about football, my Twitter is full of football related tweets and I’ve started to interact with the Twitter community far more in recent times so I’m very excited to start my own personal blog page but also a new chapter in my life.

Who knows, maybe my Euro 2016 edition of the blog can be called “The Sun-lounger Supporter?” or even¬†“The Armchair Supporter Abroad”?

Until next time..