Introduction

This is the introduction I included in Oval Ways and Treble Days which I hope explains a bit about where I come from and the reasons I decided to write the book.

INTRODUCTION

As a young boy growing up in the village of Rhosgadfan in the seventies, I had very little to do in my spare time other than play  football with my friends on the school field. I can vividly recall spending hours at a time trying to play like my idol, Kenny Dalglish, with my peers, and trying to copy his trademark goal celebrations. 
            My father was not a big follower of the game and so I owe my love of football to my grandfathers, Taid Llwyn and Taid Jones. The former was chairman of the village football team, Mountain Rangers, and for a number of years I would spend most Saturday afternoons with him watching the side play in the Caernarfon and District League. In those days, local football was much more popular than it is now, and matches often attracted large crowds, which obviously made a big impression on me. Those Rangers players were heroes to me and I looked forward to seeing them every week. My favourites were Dilwyn Roberts, a left-footed winger who created and scored goals on a regular basis, and striker Des Roberts, who seemed to score in every match and became my postman years later!
            Throughout my childhood I dreamed of wearing the team’s black and white striped shirts and black shorts, and eventually did so for one season in the early nineties. Although I was never anything more than average, at least I achieved a dream and can say I played for Rangers!
            Liverpool was my ‘Big Team’ and in the days before Sky began its over-saturation of the game, watching the Reds in action was confined to highlights on Match of the Day, the Big Match and Sportsnight. Luckily, Taid Jones was more than willing to take me to Anfield on coaches run by Caelloi Motors and so I enjoyed many trips with him to watch Bob Paisley’s all-conquering side of the seventies and early eighties. Kenny was my favourite, and still is, and Emlyn Hughes, Graeme Souness and Ian Rush were close behind him.
            As you see, Caernarfon Town Football Club has not been a lifetime obsession for me and it was not until my teenage years that I started supporting them.  
            I first started watching the Canaries, also known as the ‘Cofis’, in 1984 when I walked into the Oval with my friend Gwyn Roberts. Having taken our customary Saturday afternoon walk into Caernarfon, we wondered into the ground on the way home and my only vague recollection of the match is of Meilir Owen scoring for Town in the closing minutes.
            In the thirty years that have passed since that day I have enjoyed many highlights on the Oval terraces and, it has to be said, more than a fair share of disappointments. The team’s epic FA Cup run under John King in 1986/87 was of course the best of times and incredibly exciting for the club and its supporters and, in all honesty, nothing has ever really come close to matching it. Actually, that’s not quite true, as I hope to prove in this book.
            The club went perilously close to folding in February 2010 when it was suspended from all competitions for non-payment of fines to the Football Association of Wales. Had it not been for a small group of supporters who came together to run the club following the resignation of the previous chairman, then Caernarfon Town Football Club would have ceased to exist.
            I was not part of that original group but joined the newly formed committee a month into their new regime, for which I owe a debt of gratitude to Marc Roberts. I was still recovering from a kidney transplant when he asked if I was interested in joining the new Board and was wary of taking on the responsibility but of course I put my name forward and here I am, four years later, and still serving the club. It is one of the best decisions I have made.  
            There have been many ups and down in that time, and we have faced more obstacles and challenges than most people would imagine but, thanks to the impressive leadership and driving force of the chairman, Arfon Jones, Caernarfon Town is once again amongst the country’s leading clubs.
            Wales, Welsh Cymru, western peninsula and political division (principality) of Great Britain (1991 pop. 2,798,200), 8,016 sq mi (20,761 sq km), west of England; politically united with England since 1536. The capital is Cardiff. In my opinion, the 2012/13 season was the one that saw the club regain its lost pride and, despite the setbacks and challenges that came our way, the hard work of the committee, management team, players and all the staff and volunteers ensured that the Canaries were finally back amongst the headlines for all the right reasons.
            I hope you enjoy my recollections of what went on behind the scenes and on the pitch during a very special season.

Paul Evans.


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