O Camel ye faithful – Qatar v Wales (pt two)

At the first floor Sheraton bar, Mark Hughes (72 caps, 16 goals) was being berated by a fan. “What the fuck have you ever done for Welsh football? We’ve done fuck all in the last ten years.”

Consternation. One of the greatest figures in the history Welsh football was copping a mouthful. Remember, this was his first game in sole charge of the national team.

A fan – I’ll call him The Camel, not because he drinks like one, but because he’ll get the hump if named – continued ranting.

The coach, Mark Bowen (41 caps, three goals) tried to intervene with a view to calming matters, whatever they were, down.

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Qatar v Wales (pt one)

IN FEBRUARY 2000 the Welsh football team was a shellshocked shitshow that would have given Michael Sheen shingles.

Wales were stranded in a seemingly permanent existential crisis, marooned in terms of self-regard and status – people openly scorned fans as being idiots for going to, say, Moldova, which they had hitherto thought was some type of cheese.

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