What can I say? What a terrible day for Wales and for Welsh rugby!
We knew we were going to win, then one terrible, terrible referee decision robbed Wales of a cup final place, and Wales (and all our new friends in the rest of the UK!) of a wonderful occasion next weekend.
I know it seems wrong to some people who don't like rugby, or who don't understand Welsh passion for the sport, in a world where people face real suffering, war, and so on... but boy oh boy.
"We wuz robbed" is an overused cliché in sport. But it seems more than apt today. France struggled to hold even the depleted 14-man Welsh team back.
Yes I know there is poverty and suffering in this world. But please go easy on us Welsh today. We've gone from euphoria to melancholy, not so much in the blink of an eye, but in the flash of a card.
Even Cardiff City slipped 2 points by drawing a game to Ipswich in which a goal that the linesman flagged against was given to the disbelief of everyone! It's just been one of those days.
I was up some ladders painting the front of the Chez Hurley this afternoon and as the neighbours came out, and as red-clad people went to and fro, there was only one topic of conversation. And it wasn't the resignation of Liam Fox!