Onwards and upwards with the oul blog - something the Welsh rugby team must be telling themselves after yesterday's win at Murrayfield. If I had been in the Scottish dressing room at half time, by God those lads would have had some inspirational tongue-lashings. What on earth were they doing during the first half? It is one of life's sweet mysteries. I thought for a while they must have been practicing the steps of the Highland fling, rather than playing strong, strategic rugby.
Maybe a wee tot of the Tallisker or Glenfyddich wouldn't have come amiss, or a buttered oat cake. Now, they gathered themselves brilliantly in the second half, scoring one try, having plenty of possession of the ball, almost a second try, but for a bouncy knock-on. If the Scottish team had played as well throughout as they did for the last 20 minutes, a victory would have been theirs.
As a Celt, it is really hard for me to decide who to cheer for. Another thing is the powerfully moving anthems of both Wales and Scotland, so musically pleasing and so rousing. I know the words of "Flower of Scotland" and I can belt out the tune of "Land of My Fathers" while pretending to sing it in Welsh. Sure Welsh is a difficult tongue, harder than its cousin Gaelic, but it always sounds great.
Anyway, it's Monday so I have to make Irish stew. That needs plenty of preparation and careful attention, something some rugby teams would do well to emulate. I am looking forward to the Wales/England match next week. Bet you can't guess who I want to win?