RWC 2015: Failing Upwards

Saturday was hyped as the biggest day in Welsh history, with the football team attempting to confirm their place in Euro 2016 and the rugby team facing Australia to decide who they’d face in the Quarter Finals.

A win would line Scotland up next, after they’d recovered from a shaky start to beat Samoa. The final whistle bought two polar opposites in response, with Scottish joy unfolding next to Samoan despair. Scotland were a little lucky, and I suspect this will be their last victory in the tournament.


I watched the Wales match under unusual circumstances, at mine and MWF’s engagement party. Keeping it casual we had a big screen showing the match, and the guests wound up yelling at the screen.

Wales went in against Australia with a terrible record, having lost the last ten meetings with the Wallabies. Wales started okay, but the Australians deserved to extend their run. At one point they were reduced to thirteen men, and Wales should have made the advantage tell, but they defended like heroes and kept the Welsh out.

Wales weren’t terrible and a shuffled line up did well, especially Taulupe Faletau, George North and Sam Warburton. Australia bossed the scrum, but Wales kept them pinned down to a 15-6 defeat.

The defeat meant that Wales would face South Africa, a much tougher challenge and will do so without Liam Williams, who joined the long Welsh injury list.


Wales will probably go out to South Africa, who recovered from their surprise defeat to Japan to thump everyone else in their group, including a 64-0 demolition of the USA. With Bryan Habana finding his form they look dangerous and may well prove too much for the boys in red.


Habana dives for one of his three against the US

I’m aware that our World Cup will probably only last a week more, despite how much I hope for a surprise win.

English fans have been rather smug announcing “you’ll be out in the next round”, which is like someone who’s flunked out trying to sass you by saying you’ll only get a C.

England finished on a high, with a bonus point win over Uruguay, but it was a case of too little to late. It also means Chris Robshaw catches more flak for choosing to kick for touch rather than the posts, as a draw against Wales would have meant they qualified. A Facebook friend made this point in the masochistic “if only” way sports fans are susceptible to. But as Beverly Knight said “shoulda, woulda, coulda are the last words of a fool”

Wales then lost 2-0 to Bosnia Herzegovina in the football, but results went our way and we’re through to the European Championships. It was an odd day, with two losses but still a feeling of victory and progression to the next level.

The Quarter Finals promise some good matches, although in several there are already clear favourites.

Quarter Final predictions, winner in bold:
South Africa v Wales
New Zealand v France
Ireland v Argentina
Australia v Scotland

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Chris of the Rovers

Bill Shankly famously said that he disagreed with people who felt that football was a matter of life and death, saying “it’s much more serious than that”. Shankly was a commuted manger and one of the things fans wonder is whether managers ever switch off, or is it football all the time?

Recently I’ve realised its probably always at the back of their mind. I know this because even playing FIFA has made me an obsessive.

A few months ago I picked up a copy of FIFA 13 for 50p and shortly after got utterly hooked on it.


I started playing as manager of Bristol Rovers, playing in League 2 originally. Over the past few months I’ve led Rovers to two back to back league titles and am currently a handful of matches from the Premier League.


I chose Rovers because they were low down and are my Dad's team

This would be fine if I left it there but the other day I found myself seriously debating which players I should sell and what I need to improve my squad. This wasn’t as I played, this was hours later as I went for a pee.

The problem is that I’m clearly too emotional to be a football manager because despite just being little computer generated figures I have a weird obsession with my squad. A player who demands more money or wants to leave is viewed with irritation or loathing, while one player is a favourite merely because he’s been there since I started the game. In real life he lasted a season, but in my Rovers, Shaquille Hunter is a mainstay.


Shaquille Hunter

Similarly I felt it a personal slight that my captain has demanded a transfer request.

Part of me knows I’m being silly, that it’s only a game and the only person who cares is me, but I’m hopelessly devoted to getting Rovers to win a Premier title, to the extent that lte at night I’ll be working out lineup changes or contemplating who I need to buy.

That’s unbelievably sad isn’t it? And I’ve lost the right to judge any game addict ever again.

Anyway, must dash, I only have three games left this season.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Book Review: That’s What She Said by Mara Altman

This is the third book of Altman’s I’ve read and like the other two I found it very funny and quite an interesting read. Unlike the others this one is less about Altman using a personal issue as a jumping off point to examine a wider subject, and instead is just a personal story.


Having spent a long time on a novel which is then rejected Altman finds herself at a loss and unable to write anymore. After a friend suggests trying stand up comedy, which she does. What follows is Altman describing her fears about performing and her concerns about her need for approval.

The narrative is peppered with little excerpts of Altman’s set, and to be fair, her jokes are pretty funny. It’s not a surprise, her writing is filled with humour and charm, and she’s an interesting, if slightly neurotic person.

As someone who once wanted to try stand up it’s an interesting read, and I admire Altman for going for it. The ending is quite neat too, with her finding her mojo again, and starting to write again.

I will be reading more Altman in the not so distant future as I really dig her style.

Verdict: A funny, quick and interesting read. Altman is an accomplished writer with a warm and funny style. This is a little simpler than the others but still an entertaining. 7/10.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

RWC 2015: Early Exits

I’ve never understood sports fans who leave early, I mean, you’ve paid your money and gone to the ground and sometimes there’s still a chance. The most famous example is Manchester United’s late 2-1 victory in the 1999 Champions League Final.


So watching English fans troop out of Twickenham with minutes to go was annoying. I’m more of a “sit forlornly until the final whistle” type.

But I actually witnessed an even worse example of fan behaviour in the pub I watched the end of the match in. One of a few English fans there had spent the time waving a little St George’s flag until she decided to remove it and replace it with a Union Flag. That’s dedication.

I’d missed the first half having gone out with MWF and friends for one of our friend’s birthday (at Bar 44 a really nice tapas restaurant in Cowbridge), so when I got to watch the game it was to see Owen Farrell kick a conversion and narrow the gap to 20-10.

With a little over twenty minutes to go a Welsh viewer reminded his frustrated English friend that Wales had trailed by the same margin. It was a nice way to offer hope but I prayed to all the gods that lightning would strike twice. Like all of Wales I was rooting for the Aussies to win, guaranteeing us a Quarter Final place in the process.

Some five minutes later and it was a one score game as Farrell, impressive as ever, kicked a deserved penalty. England were rallying and Australia were making some small errors, but holding up. England were poised to make a comeback.

This stalled just after the 70th minute mark, when the referee stopped to consult the TMO. I originally thought this was to investigate what looked like a high tackle from Sam Burgess (it was high) but transpired to be looking into Farrell’s own tackle. Farrell was clearly leading with his shoulder and flattened an Australian, followed a second later by Burgess going in high.

Farrell was sent to the bin, with Burgess lucky not to join him.


Farrell is sent from the field

Australia got the penalty over to restore a ten point advantage. A man down they quickly conceded another penalty and Bernard Foley kicked this as well. Four minutes remained and it looked like it was all over, but the Australians twisted the knife with a superb last minute try. They broke wide and Matt Giteau dived over.


Giteau dives as England crash

And that was it, England were out of the World Cup. The English fans were left to mutter and grumble as the locals celebrated, singing and cheering as Wales went through.

England had been outplayed and victim to the unreasonable expectations of their players. I’ll discipline cost them, and while Stuart Lancaster and Chris Robshaw will lose their roles, but the criticism could go broader and Farrell, despite his strengths as a kicker, needs better control.

Wales face a serious challenge  against a strong Aussie team next week, while England face Uruguay in a game with nothing on the line other than pride. And at least England know they’ve made history, being the first host nation to leave at the group stages, although it’s not the kind of thing you want to be remembered for.


Victims of hype

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Book Review: The Humans by Matt Haig

We humans are a weird bunch, I mean, we don’t see it because we’re too close to it, but we really are. What would an outsider make of us? That’s the jumping off point for this rather remarkable book.

I got this as a gift and it’s sat in my “to read” pile for far too long, but I finally got round to reading it and it was worth the wait.

The plot is deceptively simple, an Earth mathematician, Andrew Martin has just made a massive discovery, one which will change mankind’s future. However, a more advanced, “purer” race has witnessed this and given humanity’s darker aspects have decided that we’re not ready. And so they bump off Martin and replace him with one of their own, who’s mission is to delete all the information and remove anyone who knows about it.


It is this alien replacement that narrates the story. And through him we get to see how weird human customs are as well as a fresh look of our strengths. What starts as a genre piece turns into a much deeper meditation on love and humanity, with a narrator who fast becomes sympathetic.

Haig’s writing is simply sublime, capturing the narrator’s distance from mankind and his slow “corruption” as he develops feelings for the humans he interacts with and starts to appreciate the humans’ good qualities.

It’s by turns funny, heartbreaking and tense, and Haig handles the tonal shifts with ease, I was thoroughly engrossed and loved the insightful writing. Haig is one to watch and I will seek out his other work.

Verdict: A wonderful book which looks at what it means to be human. Haig creates an alien, but sympathetic, narrator and has a story which involves and entertains. Solid book. 9/10.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

RWC 2015: Winning Ugly

After the joy of last weekend Wales came down with a bump thanks to a bruising encounter with the Fijians. I’m writing this on Thursday evening, so injury news hasn’t arrived but it was worrying to see our reliable kicker Dan Biggar limping off, especially as his replacement is the distinctly less reliable Rhys Priestland.



Wales started the game strongly, attacking the Fiji try line and putting on the pressure, and it told when Gareth Davies cleverly went it alone from a ruck at the foot of the posts, getting over for his fourth of the tournament.


Davies gets his fourth World Cup try

But Wales sloppily gave away a few penalties, mainly due to a crumbling scrum and some basic errors. It was distressing to watch, even though we never surrendered the lead. Just after the half hour hooker Scott Baldwin completed a good move for the second Welsh try and at the break Wales led 17-6.

It would be the last home try of the match, in fact, Wales would only add 6 more points, all from the boot of Biggar. Tries could have come if not for silly, simple errors. Some blame must be laid at the feet of Gareth Davies, who succumbed to “white line fever” trying to go alone for glory when a pass might have cut through the Fijian defence.

Fiji actually won the second period 7-6, after a try which showed their strengths and Welsh weaknesses. A Welsh attack stalled after Cuthbert knocked on, the visitors gathered and went the length of the field, carving through the Welsh defence who stood off far too much. Goneva’s try was the best of the match and set up a tense finish.

For the second match in a row I finished it at the edge of my seat, but the feeling at the final whistle wasn’t an explosion of joy but rather mere relief which gave way to frustration. I know we’re blighted by injuries, but we still have to do better. Bigger, tougher teams are coming and if we play this sloppily we will pay for it.

There were a couple of bright spots- George North had a couple of runs, Taulupe Faletau was solid and Gareth Davies was, greediness aside, decent. Coming off the bench Luke Charteris played well.

And I suppose a win is a win and it sets up England vs Australia to be a cracker. England must win or face an early exit which will sting on home turf.

On Saturday I will cheer for Australia, as a victory for them guarantees Wales a place in the quarter finals. The fact that I’ll enjoy England losing is just a bonus.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to ask every god I can think of to let Biggar be okay.

Any thoughts? You know what to do.  BETEO.

Fail Better

I’m glad I failed at…

It’s cliché to spin failures as lessons we can learn from and improve after, but like a lot of clichés it has basis in truth.

Of course, sometimes it’s a while before we can look at our failures in this way. Failure stings and you need that to pass.

So what failure am I glad about?

Tough one, I fail a lot.

Probably the one I got most out of was my first (and, so far, only) foray into politics.

Yes, I once stood in an election.

In 2007 I ran for Student Union Entertainment Officer at Lampeter.


Lampeter Student Union, my old stamping ground

I’d like to say that I ran because I thought I was the best man for the job, or out of some sense of duty to give something back to the student community. But if I said that I’d be lying.

I stood because I thought being Ents (as we called it) would be (a) fun, I mean it was just organising parties and (b) easy, see (a).

And my major motivation was fear. Fear of what was going to happen after uni. I’d already realised that a Film Studies degree wasn’t going to smash down doors for me and being Ents would look good on my CV.

Also it would be an extra year in the safe cocoon of Lampeter. I had several friends who were staying on for MAs or who’d deferred, why not join them?

For those who didn’t go to Lampeter it might be hard to fathom that this tiny town in West Wales was hard to leave. You knew pretty much everyone, it was quiet and cheap, so people stayed. I knew students who had been there well over the standard three year course. People seemed to get stuck there, it was a safe place to hide until real life came calling.


True for many

And I wanted that cocoon.

So I registered to run.

To be honest, I realised pretty early on I was unlikely to win. The four other candidates were members of big societies or teams, which meant voters. One was the current deputy, and another was heavily involved in the union.

I was just a slacker who was fairly well liked (I hope), but at a campaign meeting we knew I needed to be a lot of people’s second or third choice under the alternative vote system. Even then, it was likely I was heading for a pasting.

My friends and I tried to estimate how many votes I’d get, and set about pestering classmates, teammates and flatmates.

At the count I came in third. I survived a few rounds but eventually the leading two were beyond me. Still, part of me was chuffed.


So why am I glad I failed?

Well, I think being forced from the warm bosom of Lampeter was for the best. If I’d stayed my path would have been very different, and my life vastly different. And while it’s been bumpy and could be better, but I’m pretty happy with where I am with my life.

Besides, I’m not sure I’d have been a good Ents officer. There was probably more to it than socialising and organising parties. I knew the previous officer and she’d obviously worked hard at it, and it hadn’t been without stress as she was ludicrously accused of racism because the MOBO society felt they didn’t get enough nights.

So perhaps both I and Lampeter’s students dodged a bullet.

But if that’s the case I’d view my campaign as wasted time, which I don’t, because I actually got a lot out of it. I enjoyed campaigning but the major highlight and best part was having to give a speech at Hustings. With around 200 people in attendance it was the biggest crowd I’d spoken in front of.

Beforehand I was extremely nervous. I reread my speech and tried to remember all those public speaking tips- go slower than you want to, breathe, look up from your notes, picture the audience in their underwear (not helpful, more distracting if anything).

But once I got up there it went brilliantly and found my groove. People laughed in the right places and I got sincere applause at the end. Afterwards people congratulated me and praised the speech, which was a big confidence boost.

A friend who was running for SU President said that she’s seen a new side of me, that my speech made my campaign seem more real. Before she’d thought I was treating it as a joke or trying to blag my way through (if only she’d known the truth!)

She said she hoped I’d win and it would be good working with me. In the end it didn’t matter, both of us lost. Shortly after Lampeter had to merge with other universities. We’ll never know whether our regime could have stopped the rot.

(We do know, it had sod all to do with the union)

That speech remains one of my proudest moments. Unfortunately, I lost the speech, having leant it to a mate. Which is a shame as it would be nice to have kept it, to see what I said and what my campaign was based on.

All I remember is my opening:

Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at your next Entertainment Officer…… It’s definitely one of the five people on stage.

It got a laugh, even if my friend Rich was worried I’d gone in too cocky and blown it. The punchline was a relief for him.

I’m glad I failed, but I’m glad I tried. The campaign was fun, and the response I got was a confidence boost and helped me feel good about myself.

Failing was part of getting me where I am, and I don’t regret it. Although I did like that on return trips to Lampy I heard many complaints about the person who’s beaten me (petty, moi?) and there is part of me that wonders if on an alternate Earth I absolutely stormed being Ents officer and there’s a building named after me.


The Chris Page Building?

Well, you never know.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

My Favourite Films #40: Tangled

One of the (many) perks of being in a relationship with MWF is her Disney collection. As a total Disney addict she owns all of the “Classics” series, which is cool as my Disney viewing has holes in. Of course, I’ve seen most of the big ones, and most of the ’90s ones but before we started dating there was a massive gap between Mulan (1998) and Wreck-It Ralph (2012), however, this has been sorted and I’ve now actually seen almost every single film, especially from the gap. Among these is one that has quickly become one of my favourite all time Disney movies, Tangled.

tangled pos

The movie is a retelling of the Rapunzel myth but with added bits. It begins with the story of a drop of sunlight falling to Earth which creates a magic flower which an aged witch Gothel (Donna Murphy) uses for eternal youth, however, when the pregnant queen falls ill the plant is discovered and used to save her. Gothel, incensed goes to slay the newborn princess, but discovers the magic has been passed onto the girl’s hair. She then steals the princess away and imprisons her in a high tower, keeping her secret and posing as her mother. To keep her there she teaches the young girl, Rapunzel (Mandy Moore) that the world is scary and people are after her hair.

However, as she grows up Rapunzel chafes against the confines of the tower and longs to explore the world. She also wants to see the “floating lights”, lanterns which are lit annually for her by the royal couple.

Hope arrives in the form of roguish thief Flynn Rider (Zachary Quinto), who stumbles on her tower while on the run. Rapunzel takes the crown he has stolen and uses it to blackmail him into taking her to see the lights. Flynn is initially unwilling and attempts to put her off by deliberately scaring her by taking her to a rough bar, which backfires thanks to the rough patrons revealing that they also have dreams. This is by far the best music number in the movie a hilarious sequence where the thugs reveal their hobbies and passions before forcing Flynn, at sword point, to join in.

As they travel, Flynn discovers her hair’s secret and takes her to the city, however, Gothel is in pursuit and allied with Flynn’s former associates the Stabbington Brothers (both voiced by Ron Perlman). Her plan is to trick Rapunzel into thinking that Flynn has no feelings for her, thus making the heartbroken girl easier to control and contain.

The movie has two parts played by Ron Perlman, what's not to love?

The movie has two parts played by Ron Perlman, what’s not to love?

Flynn honours his promise to show her the lights and this scene, accompanied by a decent ballad is utterly beautiful, the CG creating a beautiful sequence where the lanterns take flight making it for me one of the all time highlights of any animated film.

The lantern sequence is glorious

The lantern sequence is glorious

Double crossed Flynn ends up in the custody of the guards, but escapes, racing to rescue Rapunzel.

Here’s the thing, I love this movie and a large part of that is down to Zachary Levi’s funny performance as the swaggering Flynn. Flynn is a world away from the usual Disney hero, being cocky, self-absorbed and sarcastic, in fact he’s more akin to a Han Solo or Malcolm Reynolds type. Of course, underneath this he is still a goodie and has some form of code. Flynn’s frustration at Wanted posters not capturing his face is a running gag and his vanity is one of his flaws.

Flynn Rider: Smooth criminal

Flynn Rider: Smooth criminal

The relationship between the cynical Flynn and naive, cheery Rapunzel works in an opposites attract way, and the movie should get props for the fact that Rapunzel is in charge of her own destiny and quite heroic herself. Her naivety feels realistic given her sheltered upbringing and she’s not a complete idiot. She’s wary of what happens and knows when to step up, not relying on Flynn or others.

Their relationship develops wonderfully and is paced correctly, not feeling rushed or forced. The finale where Flynn reveals that being with Rapunzel has replaced wealth as his dream is sweet, and his decision to sacrifice himself to free her is a truly emotional moment. That this is reversed with some old school fairytale endings doesn’t diminish it and the ending is strong and satisfying.

Also the supporting cast are great, the animal sidekicks are cute and funny, and in Gothel there’s a truly despicable villain. I can’t think of another kid’s film where the villain is so manipulative or a film where guilt tripping is shown so clearly. Gothel is the kind of villain you just hate and it’s because a lot of her evil isn’t magic or fantastical, it’s worryingly normal and her key weapon against Rapunzel is emotional blackmail and manipulation.

Tangled manages to combine the fairytale magic of the old Princess movies (Sleeping Beauty, Snow White) with a knowing sense of humour and more independent heroine, making it the perfect choice to be the 50th Classic. It both nods to the past and represents a change in tone for Disney, and benefits from a funny, sparkling script which plays well to all ages.

An utter gem of a movie and one I can rewatch over and over.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Book Review: The Box Lady and Other Pesticles by Richard Herring

The comedian Richard Herring has long been a favourite of mine, and I have a lot of respect for his blogging ability. He posts daily on his Warming Up and has done for over a decade (see here), having done a little over year of daily posts I know it can be a struggle finding things to write about.


This book is the second collection of posts, and includes Herring adding additional commentary giving insight into what was going on at the time, and how he feels reading them back. This is an interesting touch and allows Herring to rue and ridicule his past self.

The entries are a mixed bag, at their best they’re laugh out loud funny, but others are a little flat. There are pointless rants but also some funny musings, bizarre fantasies and genuine moments as well. He opens up about his dealings with randoms (like the eponymous box lady) and his family, including his obsession with beating his nephew after losing a tennis match.

But given Herring’s humour there are more hits than misses and at time he’s quite thoughtful, both in the entries and the commentary. It’s an entertaining read and I got through it fairly quickly, and enjoyed the experience.

My only criticisms are that it’s a little short and I’d have liked it to cover a longer time scale and in the Kindle version the formatting has a few errors, but these minor quibbles aside don’t stop it from being a funny, entertaining read and the reflections add extra depth.

Also I know that Herring regularly googles himself (he admits it in this book) so he might find this, so if he does, “Hi, Richard!”

Verdict: Quick, fun and very enjoyable. Herring won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but it works for me. And it’s interesting seeing someone having to revisit and reflect on their previous actions. 8/10.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

RWC 2015: Dai vs. Goliath

One of the annoying things about England being in a major sporting tournament is that due to shared broadcasters the Welsh have to endure a parade of flag waving adverts featuring their stars. This is enough to make you sick of them, and only gets worse if Wales are in the same tournament and basically ignored.

For this year’s Rugby World Cup there’s a cheesy advert by O2 featuring a cartoon of the English rugby team transforming into titans due to the country’s support. The tagline and suggested hashtag is “make them giants”.

Urgh, so cheesy.


Of course, the side effect of this is setting up giant killer, like the Snapchat I made a few days before to goad my English friends:


This was in response to some cocky English behaviour and the fact I felt England’s home advantage was being a bit over played. Luckily for me, it came off.

It was a nervy game but a gutsy Welsh come back meant the hosts were upset at Twickenham. In the first half England were in control but neither team was dominant.

It was a game where the number 10s dominated. Replacing the ever reliable but injured Leigh Halfpenny as Wales’ designated kicker must have been daunting for Dan Biggar, but aside from a wasteful drop goal attempt it didn’t show and he was a machine, racking up 23 points. It was a calm, controlled performance and he deserved his Man of the Match award.


Biggar kicks for the posts

His opposite number, Owen Farrell was enjoying similar good form and managed 20 points, including a solid drop goal. My only issue with him is his daft celebration and the weird way he looks at the posts before a kick. It’s clearly a visualisation thing, and seems to be working, but it don’t half look weird.

In truth England dominated the first half, bossing in the scrum and getting the opening try. From a line out England went across the park with some good passing. The move seemed to stall when a pass to Mike Brown fell short, but as everyone else ball watched Brown kept calm and recovered well.

This was one of Wales’ weaknesses, a failure to exert pressure on England, and giving a player of Brown’s calibre time is always a mistake. His cool head under pressure kept the move alive and Johnny May crossed over for a try.

Brown had a solid game and arguably one of England’s best performers.


Brown during an earlier match against Ireland

At half time the home side led 16-9.

Thankfully Wales started to click in the second half, although there was more injury worries as Liam Williams, Scott Williams and Hallam Amos all had to leave the field. But Biggar’s kicking kept them in it and finally, finally they began to start pushing England, who obliged by giving a few penalties away.

While Biggar’s kicking kept the game alive and the scoreboard ticking over, I’ll confess to being frustrated, wishing Wales would kick for the corner and chase a desperately needed try.

George North had a bit of a run, Taulupe Faletau showed signs of life and they began pushing the English. Finally a good move saw them carve through the English defence and a perfectly weighted kick from Lloyd Williams allowed Gareth Davies to go under the posts. A Biggar conversion tied things up at twenty five each with very little of the match remaining.

Then England infringed again and at almost halfway down the field Biggar kicked his last contribution to give Wales a three point lead.
England tried to get back into it, but Wales dug in and impressed with a mammoth drive at the lineout, forcing England into touch.

The seconds ticked away and then the whistle sounded.


It was edgy at times but Wales’ strong come back and England’s lack of discipline tipped the scales and Wales earned their dramatic and hugely enjoyable win (unless you’re English, I guess).

Wales won and extended their lead at the top of the group. England meanwhile could be out by this time next week should Wales beat Fiji and England fail to win against Australia.


Wales just about deserved it to a strong display, refusing to lie down and keeping the pressure on, forcing England to make errors and capitalising on them.

I shouted myself almost hoarse and went nuts at the end and sleep did not come easy as I buzzes from the result and cheered my new giant slaying heroes. It was a fantastic conclusion to a tough match and I also enjoyed the celebrations and joy that erupted all over Wales as a result.

I may be knackered today, but it was definitely worth it.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.


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