This was a game that got away. Jen and I had driven fron Girona to Andorra for a game in the afternoon at the National stadium and after parking the car thought we’d have a wander around. I’d intended to see at game at the Centre d’Entrenament de la FAF afterwards and so, with the intent of checking out its location, we had a wander along the river .
As we got close, I could see that there was a game on. Once we reached the ground the scoreboard revealed that there were nine minutes remaining and the home side a goal to the good. Every groundhopper has their own rules and mine are that in order to count a game I need to be inside the ground. Otherwise, you could tick off ground that you flew over or rattled past in a train.
I don’t need to see much of the match, a single kick is sufficient, but I’ve got to be inside the fence. With that in mind I set off at a speed walking pace to try and reach a bridge that would get me over the river. I managed it and made it to the ground just as they were approaching added time. By this time Atletic were two-up.
Unfortunately, I’d opted for a side of the ground where there wasn’t an entrance and was still outside of the fence. It was like one of those bad dreams where you have to be somewhere, but events conspire to keep directing you further away. Is it just me that has them?
At that point I gave in and when Jen caught up with me, we headed off for a coffee. I’ve posted my visit because the photos show a different side to the ground than the ones I took when successfully attending a game there later that afternoon. It meant that failing to get in wasn’t too big a deal and merely delayed the tick by a few hours.
Trail of the Lion King 
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