Suffering Sycophants

I didn't watch the game. I was listening to LBC. I read on social media in Welsh that Prince William sang the Welsh National anthem better than the players. They were of course wearing the emblem of his father and his father's grandfather's brother (Edward VIII) going back in perpetuity. The emblem that signifies that a foreign prince has power and influence over a principality. Now if this isn't a case of Stockholm Syndrome then I don't know what is. The game invented in an English Public School and handed over to Industrial South Wales on a purple cushion. "Hey ease up Shark Fisherman, it's only a game, we have very little joy in our lives that when we put one over on the 'auld enemy', please have the good grace to allow us to enjoy our hangovers without laying in to us. Anyway you mad hypocrite you support the soccer, what's the difference?"

This, my friend is the difference. Now if the Welsh Rugby team would wear this emblem, then even I might consider jumping up and down and shouting  'Cachu Hwch i Gyfalafwyr'

The problem is, is that we have become so like our Lords and Masters that we can no longer tell that they are our Lords and Masters. Sticking a red tracksuit top on with Daddy's feathers on doesn't make you Welsh. It was a Royal double act at Twickenham last night, Good Prince, Bad Prince and you lot fell for it.

Just call me cynical!