True that, packed in at half time, couldn't bear to watch, we never learn, do we. There will be a greetin' here tonight, we have just opted to stay in, down in the town they are bound to blame us English.Viva Wales and the Welsh.
Wales do this relatively often. Mercurial is the word. Makes for entertainment - but only for some: old Robbo looked sick!
I dont know about you but I find it very hard to watch teams that I support. Most of the time I have to leave the room, go for a walk or just turn the TV off.I am much happier watching as neutral. The shocked relief of the Welsh, getting out of the car wreck alive, the despair and doom of the Scots looking like a Turkey that has just received its first xmas card. unscripted theatre at its best....as long as my side wins.
I'm ashamed to say I burst into tears at the end. Pathetic and not fair on my sons who were utterly bemused. It came up on me by surprise. It was such a miraculous escape and a demonstration of Churchill's imperative: 'never, never, never, never give up', something I find particularly resonant right now. So yes, not exactly pleasant.
Bursting into tears - very Welsh of you, Gaw. Must be in the genes.
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