How do you recognise a Welshman

Subject: How do you recognise a Welshman.

Do you remember the days when their were "15"  CJ Stander's in the South African side.
Of course now a days he plays for Ireland and today has been a devastating force in the side playing against Italy at number 6, the blind side Flanker. Of course in this global village if your granny lives in Kilkenny or Bologna, Dumfries or Cardigan Bay even Basingstoke or Limoges then your in the side and there are South Africans players all over the Northern Hemisphere playing for one or other of the national sides.
One has to wonder why the cream of Afrikaner manhood is not playing under the cloudless sky's of the Highvelt or are they ? The South African team have failed to show their old majesty, they lack the intensity, the brutality, the win at all costs mentality. Back then the shear hostility was evident in all their games, it was the result of a febrile hostility the Afrikaner nation carried in its psychology after being caned by every nation in the world because of Apartheid. The political imperative translated itself onto the field as they threw themselves into the ideological breach trying to make up for the hypocrisy of many nations, especially the Americans with their own breed of separatism as witnessed in the 'Deep South'.
This week we have lost at the age of 45, one of  the the great scrum halves, Joost van der Westhuizen. His kamikaze bone crunching tackles on the huge New Zealand winger Jonah Lomu were frighteningly awesome. Who would have the job of stopping that 18 stone freak of nature Lomu but Westhuizen and he did it with heroic courage. Sadly
both men are no longer with us, both dying in their effective prime, yet another example of life's lottery.
England scraped a win against the Welsh in Cardiff this afternoon in a great match one which swung this way and that. A draw would have been fairer but with that awesome crowd on their side, singing to make the rafters shake it must be worth points before the ball is kicked. I turned the volume up full blast as they sang the anthem and cheered that stocky 'self belief' in themselves, when up against that old foe England.
It wasn't quite enough, but considering the financial resources England have within the game of rugby, the innate ability this tiny nation has to play with the oval ball, for me, ( a sucker for the underdog), always leaves a wry smile in anticipation of my next trip to the "green green land", home for 50% of the Wood family, so it can't be so bad can it ?