ARGLWYDD MAWRThe game in Cardiff had something of a pantomime about it. The Welsh responded to the Haka by adopting a stance that one usually sees on bouncers outside particularly seedy night clubs. Such was the macho posturing that calls were sent out for bromide tablets to quell any untoward coupling in the rucks.In the first half however the pills had obviously not taken effect as the Welsh went at the New Zealanders with the kind of fury that had magistrates sharpening their pencils and thousands of women penning marriage proposals in the hope of repeating the kind of sexual gratification they were now experiencing; hope and promise reigned supreme.In the second half it soon became apparant that the pills had suddenly taken effect as Wales started to play like a pack of prissy prima donnas who had lost their mojo in some particularly unmemorable back alley grope. The All Blacks on the other hand had obviously partaken of Ambrosia and Nectar; they swatted the Welsh with the imperiosuness of the gods.And so it remains. Fifty three years without a win against the All Blacks.Wales and New Zealand are famous for at least two things - rugby and lamb. However it appears that one of us is the lamb whilst the other farms it.