A few matches more

23 12 2014

Bangor City 1 Carmarthen Town 2
Welsh Premier League

We lost again but at least we scored. There was an Icelandic referee.

Oct 5 016

Port Talbot Town 2 Bangor City 0
Welsh Premier League

We lost again.

Oct 29 1835

Bangor City 0 Cefn Druids 1
Welsh Premier League

We lost again, to the bloody Druids, via three pieces of bad luck in 2 seconds. The ref was from Northern Ireland this time.

Oct 29 1856

Bangor City 0 Connah’s Quay Nomads 2
Welsh Premier League

Bangor City are thoroughly decent chaps. There are no floodlight failures when they host crucial matches involving the clubs around them.

Oct 29 1876

Llandudno Town 1 Caernarfon Town
Cymru Alliance

A plastic pitch in Llandudno and the Cofis lost.

Oct 29 1958

Wales U16s 1 England U16s 0
Victory Shield

You don’t see Wales beat England every day. People said the match would be on Murdoch’s TV, it wasn’t.


Carmarthen Town 0 Bangor City 2
Welsh Premier League

We only won a match, a proper match, in the league and everything.

nOV 1 004

Bangor City 0 XXX XXX XXXXXX X
Welsh Premier League

A match happened on this evening.

Connah’s Quay Nomads 1 Bangor City 0
Welsh Premier League

The floodlights remained illuminated this time. Connah’s Quay weren’t losing, funny that.


FC United 2 Buxton Town 0
FA Trophy

A team that I want to win wins, who’d have thunk it.

Nov 15 061

Newtown 2 Bangor City 1
Welsh Premier League

The first Bangor match I’ve watched on telly for five years, beyond frustrating.

Bangor City 2 Aberystwyth Town 2
Welsh Premier League

I don’t know how Bangor didn’t win but that’s frigging football.

Dec 20 004

Bangor City 1 Garden Village 0
Welsh Cup 3rd Rd.

The Welsh Cup dream is alive and well, world football is happy.

Dec 20 023

Airbus UK Broughton 5 Bangor City 0
Welsh Premier League

We lost again, this joke is no longer funny.

Dec 20 038

Bangor City 0 Rhyl 0
Welsh Premier League

A match between the two lowest scoring teams in the WPL somehow ended in a goalless draw. We should have won like.

Dec 20 050

More matches!!!

14 02 2013
Llanelli 2 Bangor City 2
Welsh Premier League

Just after Tuesday’s final whistle I decided that I wasn’t going to Llanelli. No way, there was no point, we weren’t going to win. There was no way that I was going to get up at the crack of dawn for that!!

It’s easy to make rash decisions when you’re despondent.

Mind you I wasn’t totally sure about going before Tuesday for several reasons; I wanted to be at home by 10:30ish, I would have to make a mad rush from Stebonheath to Llanelli’s station, there weren’t any cheap train tickets, there were rail replacement coaches between Llandudno Junction and Chester.

Last week I was a bit more hopeful as Les was going by car. By half time on Tuesday this avenue of hope had been closed off; Les said that he was getting a lift with the two Brians. In the despondency of defeat I forgot to ask either of the Brians if there was room.

When you’re faced by a situation that’s already less than promising, despondency can often settle the matter. I reasoned that I wasn’t going to Llanelli and accustomed myself to the decision. On the up side I had scope for a bit of travel.

I had a look at a few websites and saw that a ticket for Wigan v Bournemouth was £10. The train wouldn’t be a problem and I’d be back by 7:30!! I was going to Wigan!!! I looked forward to commemorating the 35th anniversary of Bangor’s last match with Wigan and the 21st anniversary of Bangor’s last FA Cup match, and I could get a Wigan fridge magnet!! Fantastic!!!

I was all set for Wigan, I was looking forward to it, I was looking forward getting a copy of the Mudhutter. Then Gareth phoned with news, Jim was going to oblige us with a lift from Abergavenny to Llanelli. I wasn’t sure at first. Did I want further despondency? Could I be bothered to witness another defeat? I was looking forward to Wigan. After 5 minutes consideration I’d talked myself in to going.

It’s easy to go to matches when things are going well, there’s a spring in your step and you look forward to watching the action, but you don’t show backbone when you’re winning. You need backbone when things look bleak, when you know things aren’t going your way. This was precisely the time I should be going to away games. The players needed me, the fans needed me, Llanelli needed my money. My mental state when I knew I wasn’t going highlights the insidiousness of banter-led fandom; Bangor were only on a minor blip. The banter virus effects you before you know it.

My journey down to Llanelli had everything; coaches, trains, cars, walking. It’s was all great, and a lot easier than I’d expected. There was even time for a pint in Abergavenny before Jim met us. Thanks to Jim’s lift we were in Llanelli an hour before kick off.

The match wasn’t particularly enjoyable. “The Opening Exchanges” didn’t lead anywhere. Peter Hoy went off injured, Llanelli scored, then nearly scored again, then nearly scored again, then Lloyd Grist missed an open goal for Llanelli.

While we’re talking about Grist, he deserved a yellow card for ungentlemanly conduct; he deceptively wore number 3 but was more often than not in Bangor’s half, it was disconcerting. He needed a yellow card and I don’t care if karma punished him by causing him to miss an open goal.

Incidentally Ianto told me that Bangor were signing a couple of Llanelli players but I thought that discretion was the best part of valour so I decided to keep it to myself until it was announced officially.

It’s funny how eating plain crisps on an open terrace at half time makes you feel the cold. I couldn’t shake the cold in the second half, it dug into to my flesh. It remained even when Simmo had scored two, when Idzi produced the best save I’ve seen in seasons and when Bangor exerted tons of pressure. The cold remained because deep down I knew something was going to happen.

The thing happened when Simmo was clearly felled in the area but the referee failed to award a penalty. Two minutes later a Llanelli player fell in the area thanks to a less physical challenge, not only did Llanelli gain a penalty but Sion Edwards was sent off. Needless to say Llanelli scored. In the light of the match a point was good, in the light of Bangor’s penalty denial it was irritating.

The ride home included a pint in Abergavenny and a stopover in Shrewsbury. I’d been to see Bangor at their lowest ebb of 2012-13 and that had to mean something didn’t it? I hope that it meant more than the fug of downbeat thoughts.

jan12 006

Bala Town 2 Bangor City 1
Welsh Premier League

This was a match that was determined to make me queasy. Firstly, it took place in a place that’s connected to the rest of civilisation by windy roads. Secondly, for the second match in a row Bala were rather physical, although to be fair to Bala, no Bangor players were maimed this time. Thirdly, the fucking referee looked like he was trying his best to infuriate Bangor fans. Here is some evidence; a Bangor player leant on a Bala player and Bala were awarded a free kick, a Bala player leant on a Bangor player in the same way and Bala were awarded a throw in. A Bangor player tackled a Bala player to retrieve the ball and earned a yellow card, a Bala player launches himself through the air while pointing his studs towards the general direction of a Bangor Player and it’s play on. Then the fucker didn’t award Bangor a blatant  penalty after the ball had clearly hit a Bala player’s hand, it was a veritable “stonewall” penalty. Fourthly, Bala won. Lastly, after witnessing the lengthening of Bangor’s winless run there was another windy ride home.


Glan Conwy 3 Denbigh Town 2
FAW Trophy

Thanks to the local media I turned up late for this match. One paper said it kicked off at 1:30pm, another said it kicked off at 2:00pm. Eric told me he getting there for 2:00 pm. I went with Eric’s decision.

Part of me thinks that cold weather and football go together. Cold weather seems to add something interesting to matches and it gives them a certain look. On the other hand cold weather makes you want to leave early. For the second week running the gnawing cold obscured got in the way. The match that was quite exciting but this meant nothing. The good goals and the fact I saw Craig Garside, the scorer of the decisive goal in Bangor’s last championship season, score a “pearler” couldn’t warm me up. A nice piece of homemade cake didn’t help either. When all is said and done, this was a shame.

jan12 023

19/1/13 Plan A
Bangor City P Port Talbot Town P
Welsh Premier League

This match was postponed due to south Walean travel difficulties. I was unhappy over this as I was looking forward to catching up with Nigel and the Ultras.

19/1/13 Plan B
South Africa 0 Cape Verde Islands 0
African Cup of Nations

At least I could watch the African Cup of Nations. I was so excited I made a bingo card of the phrases I was bound to hear.

When I heard Tyldesley was commentating I knew I’d have blast doing cliché bingo. By the end of the match I’d crossed out two of the words.

jan 26 001

Mali 1 Niger 0
African Cup of Nations

When I found out Drury would be commentating I hastily wrote a new “CLICHÉ BINGO” card. By the end of the match I had crossed out nothing

Nigeria 1 Burkina Faso 0
African Cup of Nations

The “CLICHÉ BINGO” card remained unmarked.

Tunisia 1 Algeria 0
African Cup of Nations

Another unmarked “CLICHÉ BINGO” card

Don’t you hate when people don’t live up to your stereotypes. I blame ITV4’s advert for my misguided presumption. It had plenty of clichés and irritating Druryisms. Mind you the matches had hardly been scintillating experiences so the commentators hadn’t had much scope to paint colourfully irritating vistas with the power of their chat.

Gap Gonnah’s Quay Nomads 0 Bangor City 2
Welsh Cup

The snow was still causing problems this week. Not only was last week’s snow still here but there was new snow. Consequently most of the Welsh Cup matches were under threat.  All week they had been saying it would be off but they are always pessimistic. They’re always there with the negative waves..”We’ll lose”, “We’ll concede here” “He doesn’t know what he’s doing!!”. Bloody pessimists.

Although that’s not to say they weren’t nearly proved correct, there were doubts until about 11 am this morning. Yesterday morning we heard there was going to be snow, yesterday afternoon we heard there was snow and yesterday evening we heard there was going to be a pitch inspection at 8:30 am. We also heard that Connah’s Quay would like volunteers to help clear the pitch this morning.

This morning I woke up at 8 am in anticipation and anxiety. I hoped for positive news on twitter. By 8:30 twitter had no news, only the comments of annoyed Bangor City players. Then there was talk of a 9:30am announcement, then we heard the match was on, then we heard there was an announcement at 11am, or was it 11;30am? At 10:50am I spoke loudly; “Fuck it I’m getting the bus!!!!”. The volume of my exclamation annoyed my wife.

When I was halfway to Connah’s Quay I saw why the match may have been off; the bus was surrounded by snow-covered fields. Thankfully there was little snow by the time we reached the coast again. When we saw the pitch (Martin had joined the bus at Holywell) from the bus we could see that the volunteers had done a really good job. I had a quick pint of proper cider before the game and I felt alive, a match and healthy cider! This was living.

As for the match……..It was cold, the pitch was a thinly disguised bog, the young singers from Connah’s Quay were irritating /  better than the usual crowds at away matches (delete as appropriate) and Gary O’Toole scored with his second touch in a Bangor shirt. By the end everybody was just grateful that Bangor had gone through.

jan 26 013

Bangor City 2 Port Talbot Town 2
Welsh Premier League

Before the match someone told me that we hadn’t won a league match for over months. “Jesus” was the appropriate response. I hoped that we’d get back to the early season form today but who didn’t? To cut a long story short Bangor City didn’t get back to winning ways. We were ahead by half time but PTT were level by halfway through the second half. Incidentally the PTT Ultras put on a good show but unfortunately I wasn’t able to share a drink with Nigel as he couldn’t come.

Feb10 008

Bangor City 3 Prestatyn Town 3
Welsh Premier League

Before the match I watched John Hartson on Football Focus. There’s nothing particularly interesting about this revelation. The interesting part of the anecdote is the fact that I watched John Hartson on Football Focus whilst I was sitting next to John Hartson. I looked at the TV and John was there, I looked at a nearby chair and John was there. It was a weird experience, and probably very postmodern. I tell you about this because I’d rather tell you about this than the match.

From a positive view the match had everything a neutral fan would want; goals, a sending off, shots, the side with 11 applying slow developing pressure, the side with 10 attacking on the break with a skillful and  dangerous attacker.

From a neagtive view the match had everything that would piss a fan off; a winless run stretching on a little bit further, another lead lost, another lead lost in injury time, an opposisiton with 5 or 6 players motivated by snide, an equalising goalscorer that celebrates an equalising goal as if he’s just won the league, a yet to be equalising goalscorer looking to the crowd and pointing at his shirt as if this gesture means something. I’m not sure I like football much any more.

Feb10 030

Wales U17 1 Finland U17
Under 17s International Friendly (Held at Nantporth)

It was very heartening to see a Welsh international side play with such composure, especially considering their age. How typical that they lost.

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Some more match reports

8 04 2011
Bangor City 1 Neath 2
Welsh Premier League

Well that’s the home record gone.

During the first half the match proceeded in the usual manner – Bangor scored and looked comfortable.

The match took a decidedly unpleasant second half turn when Neath equalized and Lee Trundle scored another. We all thought that the usual Bangor fightback would happen but it didn’t.

Neath celebrated as if they had just won a place in the Eurovision song contest, as though they’d somehow deserved the win. This wasn’t a feeling shared by the blue army intellectuals.

Llanelli 2 Bangor City 2
Welsh Premier League

This day started like a day upon which the love of football is built; A journey to unchartered parts that’s poised with tantalisingly wonderful possibilities. I love the differing sights and smells of unchartered parts, especially when it’s coupled with the prospect of continuing our fantastic season.

Even though the road south was long and winding the intellectual moidering smoothed our passage until our refreshment stop on the other side of Aberystwyth.  As we left the casual café manager casually asked; “On the way to the rugby are we?”. So little idea, so little idea.

Thanks to satellite navigation our journey had an ETA but the Tom Tom can’t deal with country traffic so we arrived at the outskirts of Llanelli a full 10 minutes after we should have. The Tom Tom made up for itself by navigating us around the vaguely familiar roads of Llanelli. It’s lucky we had some help as Stebonheath Park creeps up on you suddenly.

Just before we found the clubhouse Smithy walked past and told us he was injured. We didn’t worry unduly as Oldfield looks an able replacement.

The clubhouse was welcoming and the female steward was not only friendly but trusting, she actually believed me when I told I’d paid. I’ll bet she doesn’t work for Virgin trains in real life. The clubhouse was half-filled by the blue army from all corners of Britain. The good thing about away trips such as this is that everybody is greeted like an adventurer. I left the clubhouse earlier than the rest to create our flag display.

The match was dull but the stewards were jumpy. We couldn’t stand behind the goal as their insurance wouldn’t cover it, we couldn’t swear because nobody does in south Wales, we couldn’t even commit our usual ritual sacrifice to the sun god. You can tell when the match is less than action-packed; the home crowd’s comments become strangely interesting . Today we couldn’t work out what they were chanting. Was it “Reds”? Or “United”? Or “City”?

The blue army intellectuals were subdued –  Bangor only created what could be loosely-termed “One Eighth chances” whereas Llanelli created proper half chances. Peter Hoy football genius launched himself at Llanelli player, but this is almost de rigeur so we didn’t worry. People texted the blue army to tell us that he was lucky to escape a red card. Texting is vital to the fan at a televised match, without texts you are not able to know if you have been seen on TV taking a photo. The game was goaless at half time.

The game continued without goals for a lot of the second half but there was a big difference between the halves; Bangor looked better than Llanelli in the second half. We created a bit of pressure and a few chances but the cutting edge was still slightly blunt. As the match progressed a goal seemed less and less likely to happen.

I made peace with the idea of losing points, I was serene, we could afford one slip, couldn’t we? Then some tosser of a Llanelli substitute decided to call a blue army intellectual “Wanker”. What is it with blonde players from south Wales? That’s the second game in a row that this has happened. What a twat!

In the 70th minutes Les rose to head the ball in, joy was ours!! The joy was increased when Garside knocked a second goal in, we were there, on top of the world, on top of the world and elated!!

Needless to say Llanelli had to spoil our happiness by scoring but thankfully, time was running out!! Llanelli’s captain eased our worries by talking himself into a last-minute red card. Happy Days!!! We were there, that post-match pint was going to taste sweet!! The fourth official indicated there will be a minimum of 4 minutes injury time. Wait a minute, 4 minutes!!

Never mind the first one minute passed, then we were on the attack. Then two minutes had passed. We just had to keep the ball!!

As we seemed to have reached the last minute of injury time retrieving the flag display seemed to be a good idea. As I was collected the flags, Llanelli attacked and Oldfield miskicked the ball. Never mind, I thought, we just need to clear the corner. Limbo’s shout of “”Jesus, we’re in the sixth minute of injury time!!” at the ref bothered me, 6 minutes!!! Never mind we just need to clear the ball……

We didn’t clear the ball and Rhys Griffiths headed the ball home.

I felt I had brought this on us all by untying flags, curse me!!

I was distraught, all I could do was shout at fucking Llanelli’s fucking players. My two line critique was rejoined by some idiot in a cap. “Well it’s your own fault for cheating”” as if helping XXX XXX XXXXXX was a good thing to do.

We may have travelled in hope but the first hour of the return journey featured four emotionally shattered men. We stopped off in a village called Llanybydder to watch the rugby. The village may have appeared from the mist but it brought back my spirits. We were going to have XXX XXX XXXXXX!!!

XXX XXX XXXXXX X Bangor City 2
Welsh Premier League

A match happened this afternoon.

Bangor City 2 Port Talbot 2
Welsh Premier League

This match was one of those frustrating ones. At first it didn’t look like it was going to be but they never do, do they?

Bangor scored first, all was well, even though we’d heard that XXX XXX XXXXXX were winning 1-0. In this equation of a season’s end we needed them to slip up. Then Port Talbot equalised but no-one worried much, we had the second half was in front of us, all was rosy, even though XXX XXX XXXXXX were still winning.

The second half duly started and Bangor’s second goal duly arrived. Now we heard that XXX XXX XXXXXX were drawing, what great news!! It was enough to give us giddiness. Then we heard XXX XXX XXXXXX were losing 2-1. The giddiness became infectious.

The good news was just as well –  Bangor didn’t seem to be trying as hard as they could to score a third goal. Although this was a little unsettling we were cushioned by the fact that XXX XXX XXXXXX were losing. Even when we heard about XXX XXX XXXXXX equaliser this news didn’t dampen spirits. I tried to enjoy the rest of the match that Bangor were winning. All we had to do was keep the scoreline the same and we’d be five points clear, all we had to do was hold out…..

Port Talbot scored an injury time equaliser.

I felt as bad as I did on the way back from Llanelli.

Football, you heartless fiend!!!!!

Update – 3 points ahead of XXX XXX XXXXXX but played one more match. We can still win we just need to win all our games.

Wales 0 England 2
Euro 2012 Qualifier

I knew our chance had gone on Thursday when it was announced that Gareth Bale was injured. He was the one player that could scare England.

With my expectations altered the only hopes I had on the way to Cardiff were that the EDL’s Chester chapter wouldn’t get on the train. Thankfully there was no sign of the EDL didn’t but unfortunately a pensioner of the little-Englander persuasion sat next to me. Despite her interest in football – “I’m not a Capello fan!!” – I couldn’t stop the right-wing claptrap indefinitely, the Union-bashing had commenced by the time we reached Wrexham. Luckily she and her husband got off at Chirk.

The next annoying visitors to our carriage were some caricatures. They obviously thought themselves avid casuals as they wore their labels proudly. Unfortunately their labels were so last century, tsk tsk lads. They may have been a moody retro firm but they seemed more “Football Casual at Next” than anything else, very uncool lads, very uncool.

Anyway they didn’t let this put them off their game, the top boy of this tasty little firm strutted up and down our carriage like a moody geezer. This meant one of two things; he was either displaying what Psychologists would call “display behaviour” or he really wanted some cheddars from the buffet trolley. In truth, even in his fake Aquascutum scarf and his jarg Stone Island jacket (with goggles in the hood) he looked about as threatening as a soggy sandwich from the Shrewsbury’s buffet. Actually the sandwich could give someone food poisoning so it could be regarded as more dangerous. They got off in Cwmbran, probably for a meet with Cwmbran’s under 56s.

From about Shrewsbury onwards the guard kept repeating the information that Cardiff station was dry today and it was a relief to hear the weather was nice.  He continually advised those with drink that they should drink it by Newport, as if downing 4 cans of Lager between Hereford and Newport (about an hour) is an eminently more sensible solution that allowing people to drink them leisurly in Cardiff. (Or even save them.)

The sifting system used in Cardiff’s staion worked beautifully, we were into Cardiff’s street in the bargain time of 5 minutes. I asked a policemen where the England fans would be; “By the Great Western….” said the boy in blue. The Great Western would be avoided. I walked around Cardiff to kill time before I met Les and the others in the Mochyn Du, England fans were everywhere, as is their want.

If you think England fans are all beer-swilling xenophobic geezers think again, there are loads of student-esque types slumming it in their ironic chinos, boat shoes and twatty haircuts. When I was at Uni you knew where you where, football fans looked like football fans. Nowadays everybody seems to be too busy trying to prove how intelligently ironic they are with their ready-made “Student by Top Man” look. Why don’t you all fuck off? You’ve ruined music with your shit, you’ve ruined television with your shit, now you lot have discovered “the footy”, leave something for the rest of us. I don’t care if you’ve brought your own flags with you either.

The Mochyn Du was very pleasant and I was served by the best barman in the world (he only need to hear an order once and he remembered the order in which people came to the bar.) Just after we left we could hear “them” in the distance, they were  serenading their medieval monarchy.

As we got closer more of their bad-natured moronic noise was audible. Call me weird but I’m not sure the world still needs to hear how many German bombs the RAF from England shot down. I certainly don’t need to be reminded of this information, I don’t need to see any more people dressed as St. George telling how they would never surrender to the IRA either. Studenty tossers, drunk geezers and xenophobes what a charming combination the travelling England fans present!!!

Thankfully, for my temper,  I was meeting an intellectual outside the City Arms. Ian needed my spare ticket and I was only too glad to let him have it. To say that there had been a bit of a cock-up with the tickets for this match was an understatement. Some clubs had received fewer tickets than they expected, some had received none, even fans that go to nearly every away game, like Ian, had missed out.

Thanks to the queues and the cold, cold cider we took our seats just before kick off. Our seats were in the third row of the bottom tier and I’d never been in this tier. Our seats seemed to be in a fairly odd position as we were shielded from the booing of the Welsh anthem. Thankfully for the rest of the match their songs were also muffled into an annoying hum.

The match was poised delicately just after kick off and it would remain like this for roughly 5 minutes. This was the moment when England were awarded a penalty. They doubled this lead by the time 15 miunutes had passed. As I remarked to Ian, we still had 5/6 of the match to play.

Our position presented us with a very odd perspective. If we were so inclined, we were close enough to Ashley Cole and John Terry to  throw the contents of our plastic glasses over them but none of the people in our row (all Bangor fans) together) could see what was happening on the other side of the pitch. At least the moronic English were muffled!!!

The match virtually passed me by, England were just better and Aaron Ramsey, Wales’ great hope, couldn’t make headway. The absence of Bale meant that there was no player capable of running with the ball and creating a bit of excitement. Luckily Ian provided  nice chat. The second half of the match happened but I struggle to remember any incidents of note.

I left Ian with kind regards and found the queues outside the station, the sifting system remained very efficient. I was due to meet Dafydd in the station but I couldn’t find him so I just got on the train. It wasn’t full. I finally found Dafydd on the platform at Shrewsbury. With a fellow intellectual beside me the time passed rather more quickly. Incidentally, the Chester fan from Llanerchymedd also go on the train at Chester. I hadn’t seen him since the last time I’d been to a Welsh qualifier on a Saturday. I thought this seemed very odd.

Llandudno Town 2 Rhyl 1
Huws Gray Cymru Alliance

The mighty have fallen with a big bump here, it must be difficult for their fans to take and it’s quite poignant really but that’s football folks. A bloke wearing yellow boots scored the winner, the shame, the shame!!

Bangor City 1 Prestatyn Town 2
Welsh Premier League

Quite simply, this was the most annoying match I have seen this season.

Peter Hoy Football Genius was deservedly sent off early in the match, the Prestatyn players crowded around him to amplify the effect of the brouhaha. Prestayn went two nil up, some might say this was against the run of play but never mind. Bangor pulled a goal back but Dave Hayes, Presatyn’s captain decided to hold the ball, a melee ensued. Prestatyn’s players crowded around the melee to amplify the effect of the brouhaha. Bangor failed to score another goal in the second half even though there was almost constant pressure. Amazingly Prestatyn had a third goal disallowed even though the ball looked like it had crossed the line.

The main incidents were one thing but the approach of the Prestatyn team was another. Even though XXX XXX XXXXXX  reperesent the devil incarnate they try to play football. XXX XXX XXXXXX do not cynically manipulate everything, they don’t crowd around opponents, they don’t make brutal challenges and then complain when the other team does likewise………………

I don’t care any more.

You can stick football up your rear end as far as I’m concerned.

Update – We’re now relying on other team to stop XXX XXX XXXXXX going further ahead, Jesus Christ…………………

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