The Morning After

So it’s not even 8am and I’m already sitting in Cardiff Airport waiting for my flight back to Ireland.

On the way to the bus stop in the City Centre I had to pick my way through the mess created by yesterday’s rugby crowd: empty beer bottles, plastic glasses and fast food containers lay all around, the pavements were sticky with spilt booze and massed formations of seagulls wheeled and shrieked looking for leftovers to scavenge.

No doubt there will be an organised cleanup but it hadn’t started when I walked through town around 7am.

I didn’t see any of yesterday’s match, but when Wales pulled the score back from 10-3 to 10-9 I got restless listening to the radio and went outside for a walk.

The thing about having a huge stadium right in the city centre is that the sounds coming from it permeate all of Cardiff. Sometimes they are recognisably human: cheers, jeers, applause, singing and stadium public address announcements. Often though, they are indistinct primordial murmurings, as if Gandalf were giving battle to a Balrog in the bowels of the Earth somewhere under Westgate Street.

But there was no mistaking the din a couple of minutes before the end when Wales scored the try that killed off the game and sent the home supporters into ecstasy. No doubt there’ll be more than a few hangovers in Cardiff this morning!

Wales play Ireland at the Principality Stadium on 16th March, with a possible Grand Slam in the offing. If that comes about the celebrations will no doubt make last night seem like a vicarage tea party!

Anyway, hopefully I will be back in Maynooth in a few hours to get next week’s lectures ready.

One Response to “The Morning After”

  1. Back-linking for a moment, I’d misunderstood what Gareth Williams had told me about his piece on Sosban Fach; it’s already been published, on p.386 of Cydymaith i Gerddoriaeth Cymru. I don’t feel up to translating it just now. Probably not the last word on the subject anyway.

    And by coincidence, I was singing Sosban Fach amongst other things on the pitch before Saturday’s match, in the back row of the choir roped in to entertain the crowd and sing the anthems. Haydn James, who for many years has directed the singing at these do’s, has a PhD in physics so maybe there’s hope yet.

    Amazing atmosphere in the ground, almost like going back to the 1960’s. You’re right, Ireland will be a cracking game, so to speak, but there’s nothing quite like beating England!

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