
The second game of the Cyprus trip was in Paphos, just half an hour’s drive from where we were staying in Thrinia. I’d been speaking to a local that morning and he told me that there were two topflight teams in town. His team, Paphos, were the most successful, but for this season they had been joined by a smaller club, Akritas. He reckoned that they were so small that there wasn’t a rivalry and, anyway, they were headed straight back to division two.

Jen and I were in Paphos for most of the day and walked along the coast for a nine-mile round trip. We passed the archaeological site that we’d previously visited and noted that it extended a lot further that we’d realized. There were no snakes out and about but we did see some frogs at an inlet as well as a field full of goats.

There was no shortage of cats. Cyprus seems to be full of them. We’ve been asked not to feed them where we are staying and a restauranteur told Jen off for slipping some suckling pig to a ginger tom under our table. It seems such a miserable attitude to me, although when I think back to our time in South Africa, the odd scrap left on the patio escalated to us hanging chicken necks from a tree and then a dozen feral cats taking up residence under our decking. Maybe they have a point.

I returned in the evening to the Stelios Kyriakides stadium. It’s apparently also the home of Paphos FC. I’d bought a fifteen euro ticket for the main stand and also applied for and received my digital fan card, which is a requirement for all games at the top level in Cyprus.
It seemed like a bit of overkill as there were only around two hundred and fifty spectators in the ground. Fifty or so of those were away fans in the uncovered seating opposite, with a couple of hundred home fans and tourists in the central section with a partial roof. Whilst the ground capacity of 9,200 was more than enough for this game, I’m not sure that it would be suitable when Paphos play their Champion’s League fixtures.

Both ends of the stadium were just grass and the running track around the pitch meant that we were further from the action than I’d have preferred.
Kravasa were the better side and were two up at half-time. I nipped down to the bar and got myself something to eat that looked like a giant croquetta, filled with minced beef. I’d have enjoyed eating it back in my seat more if it hadn’t been for all the smokers around me.

Falling two goals behind seemed to discourage Akritas and they didn’t show much ambition to get back into the game in the second half. They looked worried that Krasava might rattle up a cricket score if they threw too many men forward. The visitors didn’t take any more of their chances and it finished up as a two-nil away win.










































