I should apologise for the absence of the usual Friday Night Music Club post tonight, but I’m not going to.
Wales, my former homeland, where I lived for twenty years, have just beaten Belgium, the 2nd best team on the world, 3-1 and are now in the semi-finals of Euro 2016.
Words I never thought I’d say, let alone type, but words that truly are making my heart sing like a male voice choir right now.
I, like many of you, have just watched one of the greatest results in Welsh footballing history. And I was actually at the Millennium Stadium back in 2002 when Wales beat Italy 2-1.
That proved to be a false dawn, but my god tonight’s result has made the 14 years in between worthwhile.
(And no, this isn’t me band-wagon jumping, check out some of my previous posts if you like.)
I had a song lined up to play if Wales won, but I didn’t want to write the post in advance for fear of casting the usual Jez-Jinx on them. The BBC got in first by playing it over the end credits of the coverage (they should be privatised for having the audacity to steal my thunder, of course), but what the hell, here it is again, and of course it’s by the Manics:
Yes, we bloody do.
Normal Friday Night Music Club service will be restored next week. And if Wales manage to beat Portugal on Wednesday night (I make no predictions, for obvious, Jez-Jinxing reasons) then that will be a selection of songs from my former countrymen and women.
Fingers crossed, eh?
I’m off to my local off-licence in the probably vain hope that they have some Brains Bitter I can celebrate with.