Black day for Felin

It's been a horrible weekend so far. Last night we watched Cardiff lose in the Fic, probably the only pub in North Wales to show the football as well as the rugby. Meanwhile in the Gardd Fon, they watched the Americas Cup, or some such sailing event. Probably the only pub in Wales to show the sailing.

I woke up to a bitter wind and watched the Under 7's lose by the only goal at Bethel. It was the sort of weather where a child would take a ball on the thigh, burst into tears and cry on the touchline for the rest of the game.

Then it was on to Bontnewydd where a similar scoreline did for our Under 9's. I missed the Under 17's 4-1 defeat at Llangefni, and made my way to Llanrug, where the seniors were looking to keep up the pressure on Llanystumdwy at the top of the Caernarfon & District League.

It might have been the charity pie competition in the Fic last night, but I had a feeling from the start that we were going to have a difficult afternoon. In the background, Snowdon was white with the first fall of the year, and a smattering of sheep looked idly at the silly, frozen humans kicking a ball around in the field next door.

We were 3-0 down within 15 minutes. An own goal and two slips on the muddy surface practically gave the game to Llanrug. But even with that daunting scoreline I never felt that we were out of the game.

And we created plenty of chances throughout. Llanrug went down to 10 men, and Felin pulled one back. But a great goalkeeping display kept us out, and it's a clean sweep of defeats for The Millers.