Not a forward pass
Ever since starting to play Rugby as a schoolboy, I’ve been quite a fan. And I think the games I’ve always looked forward to watching more than any other have been England versus Wales — of course, wanting to see England win. I first came across the Welsh passion for the game on a school trip, where we got completely thrashed. But I’m sure most of their tries would’ve been like this one.
Dai Jones, Welsh International, playing on the wing for Wales, scored a winning try against England but the ball was a forward pass. In the Dressing Room, he confessed this to his fellow Welshmen, who all told him not to worry as it was definitely not a forward pass.
In Chapel on the following Sunday, he told all the deacons that the ball was forward. They assured him that the ball certainly was not forward.
All through his life Dai carried this heavy load of guilt and eventually he died.
He got to the pearly gates and thought that the best thing to do was to confess straight away. He said, “I’m Dai Jones, Welsh International, playing on the wing for Wales, scored the winning try against England but the ball was a forward pass.”
A voice said, “Certainly not. It was not a forward pass.”
“Oh, it was,” Dai said, “I know. I have lived with this all my life and I can’t stand it any more.”
The voice again reassured him. “You must take my word for it. Now come into heaven and welcome.”
“I feel better for the first time in years,” said Dai. “Thank you, Saint Peter.”
The voice interrupted with, “Oh, I’m not Saint Peter. It’s his day off. I’m Saint David.”
That one really appealed to my sense of humour. Hope you enjoyed it; even those of you from Wales.
Tidy!