So I watched the football last night. A big game, Wales v Portugal in the Euro16 semi-finals. It's the best the Welsh football has ever done (I believe) and the excitement has been steadily mounting as the team has progressed.
I should have watched the quarter-finals. Then Wales played Belgium, the second-ranked team in the world - is that right? It sounds unlikely - and came back from one down to win 3-1. I began to watch it but got bored after about 5 minutes. Which is a shame as it was reputedly an excellent and exciting game. Which is more than can be said for last night's.
Wales never really looked like scoring - in my lack-of-football-knowledge opinion - and according to Husband, Portugal wasn't very good either.
Still, the country has been united behind the team and now the world knows, for a short while at least until it forgets, that Wales is a country in its own right, not part of England. The team and its fans have been acclaimed for their good behaviour and spirit. It's not really surprising: Wales, with the exception of a few Swansea and Cardiff thugs, is basically a country of rugby fans and they know how to behave.
Delilah and I watched the game, although I was a little worried, rightly so as it turned out, that we might jinx it and we even posted a photo with some words of encouragement from Delilah on Facebook. Something about other teams being bigger and shinier but without the heart.