Wales got beaten by 2 goals scored in quick succession in the second half by Portugal last night. A cynic might assume that I would now cast off my Welshness and resume an air of English smugness.
Not a bit of it! The sound of the Welsh fans singing our national anthem in the Lyon stadium in the dying minutes of the game (when all hope was gone) did my heart good.
Earlier in the evening free drinks and burgers followed light-hearted presentations by various colleagues telling ourselves how wonderful we all are at what we do – but we knew that already. I was persuaded to do a poem for the boss of our section which was well received despite, or because of, the inclusion of the f word …no, I’m not going to inflict it on you.
odespinner 