The first game of this year's Six Nations rugby tournament, Wales versus Ireland, was very depressing if you're Welsh.
After losing their last 5 games Wales went into it not exactly as favourites. My head told me they wouldn't win but my Welsh heart hung on faithfully in hope.
With Wales 20 points down at half-time and playing awfully I was seriously dreading the next half but they came out of the tunnel like men possessed, a different side, who were actually trying to play properly. It wasn't enough to win but at least it wasn't a totally shameful defeat. And they showed courage, patience and determination, which is enough to restore that hope.
Although as they're playing France in Paris next Saturday I won't get too hopeful. (Not until Saturday anyway when my Welshness will overcome my sense again.)
P.S. The boy in the BBC Wales trailer has his hair done at the same hairdresser that I go to!