Well like most of the Welsh population, I woke up this morning with a rather sore head!
Rugby and Wales go together like cheese and wine, so the Rugby World Cup is a big deal for us. The past few have been rather difficult to swallow, even with a few pints of Brains to wash it down with. Eight years ago in France we were knocked out in the pool stages by Fiji (I will never forgetting standing there in the stadium in Nantes when the final whistle blew) then four years later there was ‘that red card which saw Captain Warburton sent off.
We won’t discuss those events now, they’re still too painful, but because of them I was feeling rather despondent about this year’s World Cup. Being drawn in the Group of Death was not an exciting prospect, having to play hosts England and those previous dragon slayers from Fiji, but no one likes an underdog more than the Welsh and last night our boys rose to the occasion beating England in their own back yard.
Now I’m not one to gloat, but it’s safe to say I woke up this morning with a beaming smile, despite the terrible hangover!