I remember nineteen ninety six like it was yesterday - the penalty the way that Gareth kicked the ball and missed I bet he never thought that day that he would ever be back in the game again his name engraved in Lions' hearts, their lips aflame with songs of praise, and men in waistcoat shops, and women swooning where he might have been. You've got to love a man who wears his pride so modestly, who's cute who wears a new suit stylishly, who can (if dream we dare) bring home the Cup to boot If on that fateful day he'd walked away we wouldn't be here, would we. Let us play. © Gail Foster 11th July 2018