After the recent searching and posting I decided to choose a top three photos what I’ve taken.
The top three became a top five, a top ten, then a top seven, so here’s my eight most favourite photos.
My top three
Bangor City had just won the league on the last day of a hopeful season that had veered into a less sunlit place. I took the photo from inside a celebratory pitch invasion that was caused by an understandable emotional explosion.
It was the greatest of great days. The ground shook under my feet when the solitary goal was scored and I floated around on a feeling of happiness. Given the right circumstances I can still bask in the sun of that late April evening and see all the smiles. I missed all post-match public transport so I had to get a taxi home. I didn’t care. True happiness was in my soul, mine eyes had seen the glory.
The person in the middle is my close personal friend Mash. You don’t need to gild this particular lily, the outstretched arms are eloquence personified.
This was the last ever match at Farrar Road, my last ever photo of a match at Farrar Road.
There are only seven months between this photo and the one above but the emotions contained with the images are polar opposites, the yin to the yang. I wanted a dark photo to reflect the general mood so I took the photo at about 7:30pm on a December evening. I was able to use the light conditions for literal and metaphorical reasons. Life does imitate art sometimes.
For years we’d waded knee deep in a sense of social history you could smell and on this particular day we all said a long lingering goodbye to our lovely uneven tarmac, it was the most poignant day I ever spent with Bangor City. There was another joyous pitch invasion. I encased the footwear I wore in formaldehyde to preserve the muddy remains of real football.
The people in the gateway are Dick and Anora, more close personal friends of mine.
Now for my favourite picture.
This photo emotes the kind of emotion that screams football.
Patient people waiting. Years of experience etched on patient faces. People with stories, hopes, dreams waiting patiently.
A group of people huddled together in the British weather, calmly waiting, hoping, believing that something exciting could happen at any moment.
Hope and stoical acceptance, that’s football.
The person closest to the lens is Les, another close friend of mine.