I love football-related travel and the trip to Gibraltar was superb. Yes, it involved very early starts and delays along the way, to the extent that we couldn’t land in the British Overseas Territory itself due to the weather but ended up in Malaga in Spain instead.
However, like life in general, once you look past what in effect are just minor blips and focus on the big picture, you learn to appreciate rather than complain.
Now in my fifth full season with The New Saints, European adventures alone have been responsible for some great travel opportunities. Tourism is great but you can’t beat being on the road – or in the air in this case – when football is involved.
Always wanting to make the most of every opportunity I always try and explore some of the local terrain. After all, although overseas trips are always busy, nevertheless no-one works twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, do they?
For me in Gibraltar, that meant an hour or so walking round with a pair of binoculars on the afternoon of the game. I won’t bore you with the details but I saw my first ever black wheatear, at which I was really thrilled. That’s a bird by the way, if you don’t know.
Then there was the real reason that we were there – the game itself. Falling behind and on the way out of the competition, I can’t begin to describe how I felt when Dean Ebbe tucked the ball away from close range.
It’s an honour and privilege to work in the world of football but even more so when the team that you are involved with actually means something to you.
The lead image was when we recorded the link clips for the latest club podcast. No disrespect to the Park Hall surroundings but I think you agree with me, there’s no comparison is there.
Rev’s Ramblings is my weekly TNS blog, written from a personal perspective, following my adventures with the champions of Wales. Read more HERE