“So we sing. We keep on singing. A second singing wind has arisen amongst the faithful. There will be no quarter given by the hardcore... [more]
So We Sing

“So we sing. We keep on singing. A second singing wind has arisen amongst the faithful. There will be no quarter given by the hardcore. The players drag themselves around the field, flailing and failing, conceding and capitulating but here in a shed in Rhyl, the fans sing of Wembley and Farrar Road and ask the Killer question – are we human… or are we Bangor? The goals go in. We score a penalty, awarded out of sympathy by Pontius John and they make it six but now we are in transcendence, now as our faith is challenged, the choir of broken angels raises a collective voice… and just sings.”

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