On this Saint Valentine's day the Saxon foe has dared set foot on God's own once again. Everyone from mam gu's to dwrts are checking the armoury - just in case.If any one has ever been to an international game in Cardiff they will instantly recognise the fact that the Celtic, Gallic and Latin nations of this world have an instinctive camaraderie that finds it outlet in passionate song ,dance and poetry. Not so the Angle and Saxon. When they descend it's like attending an undertakers convention where competitions take place to find the coldest grave to curl up in.There seems to be a reticence in the English that prevents them from 'letting rip' as 'twere. Of course this being rugby union the poor fellows are caught in a bit of a culture clash;rugby in England being in the domain of the middle classes whilst in Wales it is owned by the proletariat.Never mind. We will persevere in our attempt to humanise them. Nothing warms a Welshman to an Englishman more than giving him a sound tuning in Cardiff and escorting him back across Offa's Dyke in the sure and certain knowledge that they have been put in their place.CYMRU AM BYTH