It could have been 50-0 instead of 50-7.
Yes, the Welsh team was well and truly beaten by England. In what seems like an ever-deepening ridge of lows over the last few years, yesterday's performance ranks up there with the worst of them. In the autumn internationals there were at least tiny glimmers of hope; yesterday none.
Husband said they were passionate and didn't give up, kept trying to the end, and blamed their mistakes and penalties on determination/desperation, but he's English. He can look at it from a non-Welsh viewpoint; he doesn't feel the . . . ache.
Rugby has long been the primary sport in Wales, and we have a history of success, of incredible teams and world class individuals. Yes, we 've had our down periods before but not like this. This is more funereal, like death throes. Ah well.
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Youngest GrandDaughter3's 7th birthday today in Italy. Wish we could have been there with her although they went ice skating, which is definitely not my thing.
I did babysit (!) for them yesterday for a couple of hours. Younger Son was working and Nuora had lots to do to finish making birthday presents, so I tried to keep them amused via facetime. It was fun.
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What a bright spot of vibrant colour she is in the winter landscape!
I hear your sorrow about the current state of Welsh rugby. I remember well how England quaked when they played at Twickenham. The Welsh supporters all sang in four part harmony, passionate singing, before their team came out and slaughtered the English. The singing alone struck fear into English hearts.
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