And so it came to pass that Wales did take to the rugby field once again. The foe was Canada. The location Cardiff. The game was crap.In what is becoming the regretable trait of losing to South Africa, New Zealand and Australia in the space of one month , the Canadians usually offer up the kind of resistance that convinces your average Taff that we are in fact world beaters.So confident were Wales of a runaway victory that they played the kind of rugby usually displayed by a pub fifteen after consuming a barrel of Strongbow with Woods' 100 chasers.Altruism flowed with such vigour that one suspected the Catholic Church had sent Papal envoys out to scout for future saints and the Welsh team all fancied their chances of joining the elect.Canada fielded a relatively young and untested side that presented The Grand Slam winners with far too many simple problems that could not be solved; one could sense the All Blacks picking their teeth with newly sharpened knives just waiting for the next course of slaughtered lamb.Ah well! Wales won the game but impressed nobody - least of all coach Warren Gatland who was last seen heading for the exit with his arse on fire loading his trusty revolver as he went.