You can’t talk about support in Cardiff without mentioning the hospitality workers of St. Mary’s Street. Every bartender, bouncer, and barista in the city centre is gearing up for the chaos. I chatted with a barman at a dive near the Motorpoint Arena—let’s call him Dave—who told me, “We’re the real support act. We gotta deal with 5,000 people screaming ‘Champagne Supernova’ at 2 AM. We deserve a medal.”
Then there’s the taxi drivers. Honestly, they’re the unsung heroes of any major gig. One driver, a lovely bloke named Gareth, told me he’s already booked for a midnight run from the Principality Stadium to a kebab shop in Canton. “I’ll have the Oasis playlist on shuffle,” he said. “But only the b-sides. None of that ‘Shakermaker’ nonsense.”
Let’s not forget the cathedral doormen (yes, that’s a real job). They’re the ones who’ll have to deal with fans trying to climb the spire for a better view. I’m half-joking. But if you see a guy in a high-vis vest looking tired, buy him a pint.
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The Legal Eagles and the Local Council
Here’s the part that’s both hilarious and terrifying: Cardiff Council. They’re the silent supporters, the ones who approve the late-night licenses and the extra portaloos. I have a mental image of council workers sitting in a meeting, debating whether to allow a 2:00 AM noise exemption while a Liam Gallagher impersonator practices in the next room.
And then there’s the police. Not the riot gear squad—they’ve learned from the past. I mean the community support officers who will patiently explain to a drunk fan that no, you cannot bring your inflatable guitar into the stadium. “We’re supporting the gig by not arresting everyone,” one officer joked to me—off the record, of course.
What about the street cleaners? They’re the real saints. They’ll be the ones sweeping up the glitter, the ticket stubs, and the shattered dreams of anyone who tried to crowd-surf in a bucket hat. They deserve a standing ovation.
