I wasn’t engaged in the football this weekend. I took 2 days off. Well, not completely ‘off’ in any normal definition of ‘not being on’, but just relatively. Firstly because I had work to do regarding the rugby, and secondly because Spurs weren’t playing so the whole program becomes devalued, reduced, turns to black’n’white.

As a Welshman I was really proud of my fine nation’s amazing feat of winning the Grand Slam in the Six Nation’s. Well, I’m as Welsh as Warren Gatland, if not more so. But I’m not as Welsh as Alan Wyn Jones. No-one is. Firstly its against the law to be more Welsh than the captain of their rugby team, secondly he has a name that would make no sense anywhere else in the world, and thirdly, the man is a God. With a capital G. Not only is he consistently the best player in every match he plays, against Ireland on Saturday he was officially canonised. He twisted a knee in one of 300 (so it appeared) crunching tackles and rucks he was involved in. Stayed on the floor. And this is not a footballer who will play dead if his hair gel gets messed up. This is the hard man’s hard man. And down he stayed. The Principality Stadium was actually silent as the despair of the entire Welsh nation was on hold. Eventually he hobbled up, limped along and then with 2.5 kilometres of bandage on his leg, played on. And not just, like, stayed to make up the numbers, he fucking PLAYED. As he always and only can.

Then England played. And it was… quite frankly ridiculous. Great to watch, though I missed the all-important, match-defining second half. In which the Scots came back from being 31-7 down at half time, to being 38-31 up with 2 minutes left. Incredibly, England managed to score again, with the clock very ‘red’ to tie it up. But really? Really???

And there were only 2 results in football this weekend. Even though 29 matches were played. The results were: Manchester City have won the FA Cup (well are Watford, Wolves or Brighton going to stop them???) and Liverpool went to of the league again.

Though I did note, with just a little glee (ok, ever such a lot of glee) that Chelsea managed to lose at Everton. Which does Spurs’ top 4 aspirations no harm at all and gives everyone something to snigger about.

Ok, back to work.

Happy Monday

A xxxx