Watching the Wales match last night I recalled that Addicks legend Johnnie Robinson was once player of the year for Wales. He was born in Zimbabwe but had a Welsh grandmother.
Now we have a Welsh manager routinely referred to as 'the Welshman' by Richard Cawley, but referred to by some fans as the 'Welsh Onanist' or the 'Welsh ****.'
My own links with Wales have been reinforced recently when one of my granddaughters discovered her inner Welsh woman and moved to Swansea (Abertawe), although she does not speak a word of Cymraeg.
It's a difficult language to learn as an adult, you need to be immersed in as a child like my great niece. It can sound very melodious. Some years back Bill Hague and his wife invited me to a summer garden party at their lovely home near Welshpool and they had a choir of local school children singing in Welsh and Ffion gave thanks in her fluent Welsh which sounded just right.
I am ambivalent about Wales. I like Rob Brydon, but he is a classic example of a vertically challenged Welsh chancer. When he was a radio disc jockey in Cardiff he pretended to be his own agent so he could boost his fee for personal appearances.
There is also the 'Taffia' issue. Such a close knit society, especially in South Wales, can suffer outbreaks of corruption.
My granddaughter has just had accepted a bid on a three bedroom property near Swansea which needs a bit of TLC but the asking price is not far into six figures (and she gets the conveyancing free as she works for a firm of solicitors). Her cousin who is looking for a property in or around Oxford and looks like having to pay £350k for a two bedder.
Mind you, they have both been eclipsed by another granddaughter who took out a mortgage at 19 and now owns a three bedroom apartment outright.
The reaction to Jones because he comes from another nationality in the UK is a bit concerning as I think if we are going to progress as a club we will need a good foreign manager (not Karel Fraeye)
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