• I stood still.
    I could feel the rush of adrenelin pump through my veins in sync with the roaring crowd.
    I could see the legendary war dance being performed ahead of me.
    My eyes locked on the captain, shouting the words of battle towards me and my fighters.
    My fists clenched as I stood my ground.
    My team-mates, my friends, my mentors, my inspirations, my warriors lined up around me.
    Ready for this fight.
    Ready for this battle.
    Ready for this war.
    They shout, they threaten, they dance their almighty dance with pride and strength.
    They roar, they scream, they ready the crowd into a buzz of excitement for the clash.
    They stop the pre-battle ritual. But we still stand our ground.

    Mine and the captains deep, solid eyes lock.

    The sudden howls of the crowd stop.
    And there is only silence.
    The refferee walks over to me, blowing his whistle and shouting something to me.
    But I can't hear him.
    All I can hear are the thoughts of me and my team.
    My heart is at a steady pace.
    I can still see the firm eyes of the opponent locked on me.
    Filled with a true passion and strength.
    Just like ours, I suppose.
    The opposition begin to move again, only this time they are falling back.
    They may have done a war dance...
    But we stood our ground...
    Both sides of warriors as strong as ever.
    My team begin to scatter across the pitch, and the crowd begin to roar again.
    And I can only think 3 words to myself...

    Cymru Am Byth.