When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this
When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this“.
The words of that great songsmith Van Morrison beautifully sum up Saturday at a sunny Principality Stadium, But only if you happen to be Welsh.
As is the way in Welsh rugby, hopes for the 2021 Guinness Six Nations were extremely low, based on a dismal Autumn Nations Cup.
We Welsh are wonderful exponents of doom and gloom, even in the most positive of circumstances, but on this occasion it was justified, as performances before Christmas allowed us to be nothing else.
Maybe this gloom is a Celtic thing, we feel very uncomfortable when things are going well, far better to err on the side of pessimism.
A writer once said “When a group of Welshman sit in a bar talking about their lives, the one who has had the worst thing happen to him most recently is elevated to the top of the social ladder”. There could well be some truth in that.
My weekly phone call to my late Mother used to be a roll call of the sick and deceased Welsh people, from her home town, none of whom I had ever even heard of.
So from the vain hopes of a couple of victories in this years championship, we find ourselves with a problem, we have a Triple Crown in the bag, and hopes of a Grand Slam, the challenge for us Welsh is to try and find some doom and gloom in all that, I guess we’ll just have to keep on trying.
So I leave you with the words of Van the man, and memories of a sunny Saturday when doom and gloom were off the agenda, at least for a short while.
Maybe just this once we can celebrate, and dare I say it, be optimistic.
“When no one steps on my dreams there’ll be days like this
When people understand what I mean there’ll be days like this
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this”.