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FOOTBALL CHAT.

. THE LEAGUE.

FRIENDLY MATCHES.

LEOMINSTER CHARITY CUP.

THE WELSH AMATEUR CUP.

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THE WELSH AMATEUR CUP. PORTMADOC v. BANGOR. rBy D.T.H.l Played at Portmadoe on Saturday, one of the best of crowds lining the ropes, many of them ankle-deep in the sparkling pools of Adam's ale." Talk about enthusiasm Why, such indomitable pluck and ardour which refused to be damped under snch circumstances deserves to be chronicled amonerst the annals of football history "Sans Pareil." Then we SAW the home brigade earning out of the saloon-the Port skipper leading his boys," robed in their pretty green and gold shirts and spotlessly white knick?. The referee's whistle went, and the City men of Bangor appeared on the scene. Pierce played as reserve to Willie Evans as full back, and his bulky and muscular frame did yeoman, service to his old club. I noticed that Arthur Hughes, the right full back, was bandaged up. From the kick-off the Port centre and left wing dribbled beautifully down to the Bangor citadel, and might, with the least pinch of luck, have opened up the account. But it was not to be. For from the goal kick Bangor went away with a bang, and although the leather slithered and swished" in those swimming baths" on the left, they came perilously near Evan Davies, and gave that nippy custodian a very uncomfortable two minutes. The Port- madoc skipper (J. R. Jones), who was playing curre half, was here, there and everywhere, when. ever he "sniffed" danger. Hughes and Pierce punted down many dangerous runs of the Bangor front string, who were not to be trifled with, for they looked as if they meant business. Anything like correct play was out of the question. Why, even myself in my "palmy" days, could only punt and blobber the leather under such con- ditions. The marvel is that the players on both nidus kent their uprights as they did, and in their various attempts to sustain their equilibrium they really performed miracles in the way of acrobatic flights and gyrations. By-and bye there came a good old, nasty old, splash. It was poor Dick Hughes, the home inside-left, who had been at great pains to keep his pants and shirt olean, but I in his anxiety to score he came too near the Bangor full-back, and down flop he fell flat into the middle of a nice pool of refreshing rain water, and when be got up he looked the picture of a hen in a shower." But there go the Bangor forwards with rare dash, and in about four or five minutes from tie start they notched first point. I grew faint and cried, "Play up, boys," and upon my werd, ere long, and after a lot of wild leather hunting "on both sides, Dick Hughes equalised. You should have heard the shouting. But our joy was brief. Almost from the kick-off the bull came "flopping" down towards the Port roal. How some Bangor "gents" shouted for joy, and well they might. I don't blame them. It was indeed a cheap thing. But it woke up the young- sters for they made several onslaughts, and Mossley- Jones, Roberts, Hughes and Vaughan all had hard lines not to score several times. Vaughan missed the goal once by inches, the water stopped one certain flying shot by Moseley-Jones, and the Bangor custodian stopped two beauties from Roberts in rare styli. A little later Dick Hughes had an open goal at hia mercy but he overran him- self and skidded and the golden opportunity went by. Half-time arrived with Portmadoc pressing, the score reading, Bangor 2, Portmadoc 1. Mr Thomas with his well-known foresight had pro- vided steaming hot coffee for the players who were like dish-cloths and had had enough of the mass- age treatment" as meted out to them in Russian baths on the football arena. The game started again and Portmadoc exhibited rare dash and de. termination, and although one or two of the for. wards dallied too much with the ball they put in every ounce of strength and skill they possessed, but get a goal they could not. Try as they would no goals would come, and it was very provoking to see the Bangor leit full-back purposely kicking the ball over the barrier time after time. Portmadoc hemmed Bangor in now and I said to a friend near me, If they keep this pressure up they are bound to score," and hardly were the words out of my mouth than the air was rent with a mighty roar. Arthur Hughes took a free kick and the Bangor custodian was good and kind enough to al'ow the straight shot, which flew as an arrow, to pass through his hands into the rigging. From now on there was no holding the Port men. They held the Citizens well in hand and seldom allowed them to reach beyond the half-way line. Goal No. 3 fol- lowed and hats and umbrellas went flying in the air. I never saw snch a sight. Goal No. 4 soon bollowed amidst another herculean yell. Bangor left the field a well beaten team, although they played a really hard game during the first half.

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