Posts Tagged ‘Andorra’

CF Esperonca d’Andorra v Penya Encanarda d’Andorra, Sunday 3rd December 2023, 4.10pm

January 26, 2024

After my failed attempt earlier in the day to see a game at the Centre d’Entrenament de la FAF, I briskly returned after the match at the National Stadium had finished. I got lucky with a ten-minute delay to the advertised kick-off time which meant that the whistle blew to get things going just as I was settling into my seat in the four-row covered stand along one side of the pitch.

Ther’s a couple of pitches at the complex and this one has an artificial surface, which is just as well as four games were scheduled to take place on it that day, all in the Andorran Premier League. This fixture was between Esperonca, in blue, and Penya, in green. I’d estimate that there were probably around sixty people watching, many of whom may well have been players or staff from the previous or following games.

Penya took the lead bang on half-time when the final touch in some head tennis was nodded in at the back post. The ref booked at least three of the Esperonca players for protesting and it looked as if he had lost track of which players he had carded. Nevertheless, it made it clear that he was taking no shit from anyone.

I took advantage of the interval to nip across the road to a petrol station for a slash and a coffee.

Penya pushed on after the restart and doubled their lead when the home keeper parried a shot up in the air for a simple tap-in. They added a third late on with the under-pressure keeper flat out from a challenge moments earlier. Nobody argued this time, perhaps because they were all on a yellow.

The win will have helped Penya’s push for European qualification, although if they get there, I doubt that they’ll stick around at that level for very long.

Andorra v Huesca, Sunday 3rd December 2023, 2pm

January 26, 2024

The game that the Andorra trip was built around was a second-tier Spanish fixture at the Andorran National Stadium. We’d arrived that morning from Girona and driven straight through the border point, something that caused the guard some bemusement the next day as she searched in vain for our entry stamps.

Andorra is a busy place, with lots of visitors rocking up for the tax-free fags and booze. I’ve always thought them to be pretty cheap in Spain, but I suppose it doesn’t do any harm to save a little more. I’d bought my ticket in advance for twenty euros and despite the website later stating that the game was sold out, there were many empty seats inside. Perhaps the capacity had been restricted due to the building of a new stand along one side of the pitch.

Andorra were in blue, yellow and red, as if they were the last in the queue for picking strips, although I suspect it may well have been flag influenced. Huesca were in a white kit with a red cross on the shorts. It looked like the sort of budget gear that Sports Direct might knock out to accompany car window flags when England were playing in a tournament.

There was a decent turnout from visitors Huesca with a full away section and, as with the game in Girona the previous day, many more dotted around the home stands.

As we were up in the hills it’s no surprise that it was a bit chilly. With the temperature hovering around freezing I’d borrowed Jen’s buff and if the small club shop had been selling gloves, I’d have definitely bought a pair, tax-free or not.

Nothing of note happened in the first half and the second half wasn’t a great deal more exciting. It took until the final minute for the game to take off. A free kick was floated into the Huesca box and the flick-on header beat the keeper. That was the cue for the Final Countdown goal music and it was enough to clinch the points for Andorra.

Atletic Club d’Escaldes v UE Santa Coloma, Sunday 3rd December 2023, 11am

January 26, 2024

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.