Why I should have married a Welshman
Today Wales plays England in the penultimate game of this year's Six Nations rugby tournament. Every year it's a stressful game in our household what with Husband being English but this year, well, there is just too much riding on it.
England have won their first four games meaning a win today would not only give them the championship but a Grand Slam as well. Unless Wales wins.
After taking the Grand Slam in 2012 Wales had a really bad run, losing form and games, but after losing to Ireland in the first game this year we've regrouped and won three away games. Meaning if we win by 7 points or more then we not only prevent England taking the Grand Slam, we win the championship.
Okay, let's face facts. England has a strong young team; Wales has experience. I think we can win; I'm not sure about the margin. But taking the championship is less important than winning the game and beating England - or any other team. But especially England.
So today I will be practising deep breathing and being magnanimous in victory - or defeat.
P.S. I never went out with a Welshman.
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