Gwlad!

I may be an Englishman, but I will admit to a small part of me that was glad to see Wales win the opening match of the Six Nations on Saturday.

I've always had a slight ambivalence to English rugby thanks to the braying Barboured buffoons at Twickers, and a healthy respect for a Wales team with its roots in the mines, the steelmills, the towns and the valleys - and its heart on its sleeve. I don't like seeing England lose, but I don't feel so bad if we've lost to the Welsh.