| A Brief History of Cardiff City KC |
Chapter 1. - Before the Beginning
There was nothing. The Uni club fought a constant battle against the lingering evils of the "hanger on". Their number were many, and included players of short, tall and in the middle of stature.
Chapter 2. - The Beginning
"Let there be a Korfball club" - and there wasn't. It seemed a good idea to start up a club at the Welsh mecca of korfball - Llys Talybont. But it wasn't. The reasons were twofold. We had forgotten that the students didn't pay for it, and we would have to. Friday nights are also a non-ideal korfball time. The key target base is down the pub getting hammered. Oops.
Chapter 3. - The Real Beginning
"Let there be a Korfball club" - and (bloody hell), there was! Based now in the ultra posh suroundings of Howell's School in Llandaff, the club were actually getting somewhere. The far more conducive Tuesday evening slot actually had people coming to it, and we were paying something closer to sensible money for it. Slowly the number of believers grew and grew, and now the cult of Cardiff City Korfball can claim some 40 members to have passed through its doors. We also had a favourite drinking hole, (the Halfway House) which gave us food and water when we were tired after a long hard korf.
Chapter 4. - The Mission
"Let's win some games" - and we didn't. Our initial journey into the Excalibur league was a disaster, with goal after goal raining in on us, for little reply. We hung our heads in shame time after time as we left lands after with no points to our name. Still, the club maintained its numbers, and a siege mentality arose: "We'll show 'em!" they said.
Chapter 5. - The Mission in the sun
"Let's win some games" - and (gor blimey!) we did. Obviously the summer sun was far more appealing to the wet weather wizards than the sports hall. Whilst practise didn't make perfect, it certianly made an improvement. Even the korfball virgins were displaying some skills, and the future looked bright. Three successful trips to Oxford, one to London and one to Bristol all proved less embarrassing than before, and the sight of the black army was causing a slight raise of an eyebrow here and there.
Chapter 6. - The Future is Blue and Black (in fitting cotton)
"Let's win some games inside this time". League opponents - beware!
Chapter 7.- The Future is Blue and Black (in fitting cotton)
"Let's win the league!" Said the man in yellow. With a victory over some freshers and some new some storming ladies (but no lads), the cry to arms was taken to heart, and the army went into battle. With a win at home and away the brethren where starting to believe. Then along came the students and nicked the wheels from the chariot. Sods. However, the cult of CCKC is one year old, and will soon be sporting some nice new kit to campaign in (if it ever comes back from Kathmandu). "We can still win the league!" says the mad yellow preacher.
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