Streaker in "Serene" San Marino

Arriving in Rimini from Ancona, we met up with a load of other Welsh fans in a designated bar, typically some British/Irish bar as was the case here. Sad, I don't like it, but at least I could find the people I wanted to see and then decide what to do. Found Rich and Em from Brussels again along with others from the boat and had an evening of interesting and educated debate over a few beers!

Next day, thanks to Dymock's Tours a bus was arranged to San Marino, the world's oldest constitutional republic apparently, which sits atop a mountain. We passed through the municipality of Serravalle, where the match was to be held in the evening and into San Marino the eponymous capital of "The Most Serene Republic of San Marino" by early afternoon.

Wandering around the centre of the city, contained within historic walls and defended by three towers, seems a bit of a maze at first, winding cobbled streets lead off in random direction but seemingly all meet up eventually and it's so small you can't get lost. Most of the businesses are restuarants, or souvenier shops, strangely selling, an array of dangerouns weapons, such as crossbows, samurai swords, machine guns and daggers, very bizarre. Really glad to bump into Mike Ings, his Kazakh wife and meet new son Daniel.

So, the game; first half Wales were ok, not great, but good enough to take a 2-0 lead against a poor San Marino, even Carl Robinson looked to have time on the ball in this game and played a dominant role in midfield! (cue comments from Phil). Second half we were shite, the most excitement was from a streaker, idiot, but provided some entertainment. The bus back was full of heated arguments about the match, players, the manager, the result, I was just relieved we had won the game, it doesn't happen often these days.