The Millennium stadium in Cardiff is hushed until music resounds as if from the very soil under the turf and the rich cadence of harmonies rise and fall with the singing of Hen Wlad fy Nhadau. (Land of my Fathers). The faces of the Welsh rugby team are scrutinised by the TV camera's as each in turn render their song with fervent heart and mind. The team are not the most beautiful you will ever see. There is evidence of past wounds on the battle hardened faces, a torn ear cove