A grand slam weekend

The rugby six nations is about to kick off, with Wales to face Ireland on Sunday. Therefore, I thought I’d publish this which was written via the text function of a mobile phone on the weekend that Wales last played Ireland in Cardiff in March 2005. On that occassion the two teams were competing for the Six Nations Championship crown, but only Wales could win the coveted Grand Slam. The verses were tapped out in the following sequence: on the night before; during the ill-fated car journey from London to Cardiff for the match; and in the bars in Cardiff afterwards. I was drunk by this point. It was sent by text to lots of English rugby fans at the time who all thought it was rubbish. Funny that.

A grand slam weekend

More than twenty years have passed,
Since we’ve had such a chance,
But tomorrow in Cardiff,
The Welsh players will dance,
Past the men in green,
An aging team,
And we’ll drink Brain’s SA for hours,
And the prize will be ours,
And we’ll sing Calon Lân,
As we take the hallowed Grand Slam.

All was going well,
We knew where we were heading,
But things started going wrong,
As we approached the town of Reading.
My knuckles began to whiten,
And my mouth began to foam,
As it slowly dawned on me,
That my ticket was still at home.
But now 100 miles later,
We’re once again heading west,
And if the traffic is good,
And my car does what it should
We will still see the great welsh conquest.

The sun shone bright,
The Irish put up a valiant fight,
But it was written in the stars,
That this day would be ours,
And with Henson’s golden boot,
The shamrock was made mute,
And with some magic from Shanklin,
We were crowned the champions.

Cymru am byth.