An hour and a half before kick off I was standing on the concourse in the Ahmed bin Ali Stadium laughing to myself. The madness of it all sinking in. Four and a half thousand miles from home, in the desert in the Middle East listening to Dafydd Iwan singing a Welsh language rebel song on a tannoy. Surrounded by flags from Bow Street and Llandysul and Glan Conwy and Church Village. Look how far we’ve come.
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I am a terribly nervous football fan. During games of any significance (all games then) I usually sit hunched for 90 minutes. My leg does this weird tapping thing and I get this completely unique stress headache. Normal people don’t choose a hobby that causes existential dread.
