Fascinating to think how far Wales’ junior sides have come as they scrapped and scrabbled and huffed and puffed to somehow hang on for this undeserved win.
It’s not like it used to be.
Guts, more mud than the Somme, comedy goals, kamikaze tackles, a no-nonsense ref who looked like he fancied a fight, dreadful misses galore, it could have finished 7-7.
On the menu are listed the usual starters, main courses, desserts, wines and half a page devoted to . . . chewing gums.
And today, unwanted football drama as visiting director of football Andy Preece threatened to take his team off the pitch after he was called a black bastard.