I had a chat with a retired colleague who lives at Mumbles in South Wales. He is a very keen rugby fan, he played at the Swansea club in his day, he is a singer and just one of those Welshman you wouldn't mind sharing a few beers with.
Wales is the theme today, as reported, the heaviest snow was falling in Sennybridge, a place I bet Kingsley has heard of, but not me...and me, a geographer!
When there is some unusual weather around, places like Sennybridge get notoriety.
So I looked the village up and sadly, although there is still weather, there is no longer a football club playing in the Mid-Wales league (South). It folded a season or so ago. Out migration?? Rugby?? Bad weather??
Here we are in Defynnog, Powys (none the wiser?...it's north of Swansea) and at the Sennybridge pavilion, on the bank of the River Senni, (did try to find out what senni means-only translation was "top of head") a pleasant enough looking building, sadly no longer supporting a football team. North of the village is SENTA, the centre of training for the British army. Why couldn't they boost the club?
Nice looking pitch, sadly not ready for play (not since 2011).
Today, I happened to read about the Luton Town manager, Nathan Jones, who comes from the BlaenRhondda, a small mining village in South Wales.
Starting his playing career at Merthyr Tydfil in 1991, he has done the rounds (including Brighton) and is now managing Luton who are scoring at will in the Sky Bet League Two. Nathan is a man of God and very proud of it; "it was God's will to bring me here...". He carries his faith strongly (much of it in tattoos) and wants to build a fast, attacking team, strong enough for promotion. He seems to be having an effect and wants to end up at Barcelona! God moves in mysterious ways.
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