The singing still goes on, but it has been steam-rollered by the 'one verse of Dellilah and then Bread of Heaven' brigade in the new stadium. These days, though, it's on the trains after the game that the best singing's done. Going back to Carmarthen after the last Australia game we did Calon Lan (with endless harmonies), Sospan Fach, Ar Hyd y Nos, the strange Gog song about counting goats and Mae Hen Wlad until the cows came home - plus a few others I'd not heard before.