MISSING it yet? You must be: the anti-woke warriors tell us you are, so no further proof is required. When it comes to match day in Cardiff, they say, rugby isn’t rugby without a full-throated performance of Delilah from the massed ranks of a valleys choir, supplemented by a regimental goat bleating in perfect counterpoint. The world is going to hell in a handcart at Louis Rees-Zammit velocity.
It is certainly the case that the Welsh Rugby Union’s recent decision to remove the Tom Jones “classic” from its lovingly curated hit parade threatened to fuse the internet. Quite where the grandees found the bandwidth, intent as they were on short-circuiting themselves, is a mystery that passeth all understanding, but hey, sports governance is all about priorities.