If it's not working, it ain't paying. Suddenly they became precious cargo that had to be cared for lovingly. Meanwhile the paying public who keep them in a job grew bored. Good The Millennium Stadium. Or at least, they hoped it was water.
Old habits die hard in Wales.
And the pitch is shite. But this is still one grand stage for sport. Whether you're down at pitch level or up in the gods, the action seems to be within touching distance. The atmosphere is hair-raising and yet you have room to squirm in your seat. The bars within the stadium were a good place for a quiet pint before the game, for fans still jarred up in city pubs all of a minute away and went to the stadium at the last minute.