By half time Husband had finished planting plants so agreed to come to watch the football. The score by now was 3-0 to Swansea. First pub we went to, we thought, oh, this seems very civilised then we realised that was because they didn't have the game on television.
A trip down to Mumbles later and we were squeezing into the White Rose.
It's a bit of a culture shock being amongst a crowd of football supporters. As Husband said, 'For most of them it's more about tribal rites than the graceful art of football.' And these were all good-natured football fans.
Still, a tense 45 minutes later, and Swansea's the first Welsh team to make it into the premiership.