Welcome To Wrexham

Today was quite a surreal day. It started with a train journey from London to Wrexham. The train was great. You know that I love the tube, but I think it's fair to say that I love the National Rail trains even more. Mind you, there were only half a dozen people in my carriage. Perhaps if the train was full I would not have loved it quite as much. It would still have been great, though.

I arrived in Wrexham shortly after lunchtime, dropped my stuff at my hotel and went straight to the Turf for a pint. I'm sure it was five o'clock somewhere. Having seen them on TV many times, it felt pretty surreal to walk up Mold Road to the Racecourse ground and the Turf Hotel. The butty van was even open for business.

The locals in the Turf were very friendly and even introduced me to one of the stars of "Welcome To Wrexham"; Wayne Jones, the Turf proprieter. I was more excited to meet Wayne than I would have been to meet any of the players or coaches. Wayne represents the many long-suffering Wrexham fans who are now finally being rewarded for their loyalty to the club. And he is an incredibly nice guy.

Later on, I went to the club shop and picked up some merch, then went for a stroll around the town. Wrexham is actually quite a lot bigger than I had imagined. 

Tomorrow I shall be trying to secure a ticket to the match which has been sold out for weeks. Wayne at the Turf offered to help with that. The locals also taught me how to find resale tickets on the ticketing website, so wish me luck.

Wish you were here.