CD Marino (Spain)

Club Deporto Marino is a football club based in Los Cristianos on the Island of Tenerife in the Canary Islands. Marino were formed in 1936 and up to 2010 have spent most of their time in the fourth tier of Spanish football called Tercera Division, which is divided into eighteen regional groups.

They have spent ten seasons in the third tier (Segunda Division B The club play at the multi purpose Estadio Antonio Dominguez between the holiday resorts of Los Cristianos and Playa de Las Americas.

The team won the league in the 2011-12 season to earn promotion.

CD Marino will play in Segunda Division B for the 2012-13 season.


My visit

CD Marino 3 CD San Lorenzo Costancia 1 (Saturday 26th November 1994) Primera Regional Tenerife Grupo 2 (att: c200)

I was in Tenerife on a holiday sorted out through my mate Steve Walker and his pals Julie and Heath and some employees at the Pizza Hut in Scarborough. Basically one of them, Paul, had use of a couple of timeshare apartments in Los Americas. I was to go and make up the numbers, which was quite an adventure for me as I’d never flown before. We arrived on the Friday night so on the Saturday morning I had to predictably go for a walk to try and ease off my hangover and try to get my bearings.

While I was out I saw a poster advertising a match for the local club, CD Marino taking place that afternoon. This was too good an opportunity to miss. I left my compatriots to go and book a jeep for a few days and told them I’d meet them at tea time after the match. I took a taxi to the stadium, which got me there ridiculously early.

Never mind. It was a gloriously sunny day and I had a paper to read. I was encouraged to get in and find that I could go back out if I wished and that a reserve/youth team match was under way as a kind of aperitif. I did go back out to buy a film for my camera. 

I was soon back inside and happy to find that the concessions on the flat standing at the rear of the banked terracing had a bar and food for sale. I was approached to buy some raffle tickets, which I did being the diplomat I am. I handed a big peseta note and found myself with far too many tickets and no change. They didn’t miss a trick!

The Estadio Antonio Dominguez was very smart. It had a running track around it and had natural grass banking down one side and behind the far goal owing to its proximity to the mountainous hill that divides the two resorts. It had a seated stand down one side with a cover to the rear. The terracing continued around the corner to half way around behind the goal. The facilities and entrance were to the rear of there.

I cannot recall the visiting team or the final score, but I had a very pleasant afternoon. I was a bit put out that nobody recognised or enquired after the Scarborough away shirt I was wearing, but you can’t have everything! I walked back to our resort after the match to build up an appetite for food and drink. Judging by how I felt the next day it seemed to have worked!

Nearly another visit

In October 2009 I returned to the island, which is a story all in itself. Karl and Macca had booked to go and stay in Las Americas for a week and I decided to join them. This would have been a relatively sound idea, but I decided not to book any accommodation in advance. 

I reasoned that on my previous visit there were advertisements for rooms everywhere. I got caught out and eventually ended up sneaking in and out of my mates digs up an adjoining grass bank, much to the astonishment of a guard minding his own business one night!

We went out on Saturday lunchtime to find Linekers Bar in the resort. It was the day of the Scotland v England play off at Hampden Park to see who would compete at the 2000 European Championships. I had once again seen a notice advertising that Marino were at home with a late kick off. I suggested this to my mates who thought it a grand idea. 

Then in a miraculous twist, two of our Boro mates Bunner and Filey John appeared in the bar, despite me not believing Karl. Talk about a small world! Anyway we didn’t make the match. We were too flamboyant, shall I say? Instead we met up again at night with their partners in tow to find a bar showing Scarborough’s local boxing hero, Paul Ingle, go on to become World Champion.

Unfortunately the pictures of the stadium are from the web as I loaded my camera incorrectly and the pictures didn’t come out. I have emailed the club to see if they have any information on which match I saw. If anyone can help, please get in touch