It is difficult to know what to add to the general feeling of happiness emanating from our subject following the result at the weekend. His splendid friend Rib Robs made the trip up to help him enjoy the game (Dafydd was supposed to come as well but cried off at 0630 (sic) with work related issues) and enjoy it they did.
That said they enjoyed wandering around town that evening in Welsh jerseys (with Gravy and his squeeze) even more.
We feel we can do little further justice to the weekend and so we have decided to turn over the rest of this page to some of the texts sent to him at the weekend.
During the first half
"It's going to be a massacre.." (Naughty Nigel)
"Wooden spoon mate. You'll be lucky to get past Italy.." (ditto)
"Enjoying the game?" (The Jaberwocky)
During the second half
"We are shocking!" (Chappers)
"Mind you Hooke is class" (Chappers)
After the game
"Congrats. Your game." (Chappers)
"Well done what a comeback m x" (The Mother)
"They may have won it but it has taken then 20 years to get there!" (TLSBSL Dennis)
"Confound my premature smugness" (The Jaberwocky)
"It's another new dawn. whohaaa!" (Hermes)
"Well we did have to substitute half our team and then the other half had to play out of position." (Naughty Nigel)
"By the end Ashton looked like a grandfather with Alzheimer's" (Anon)
"They were throwing the ball around like blinded netball players" (The Times)
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