We don’t do stiff upper lip. It’s perfectly fine for men to weep openly at rugby, male voice choirs, colliery bands, their mates, Manics concerts and much more (witness the fans shedding uncontrollable tears of happiness at the Euros). We are so soppy, there are even words to convey emotion in Welsh that just don’t have an equivalent in stoic England. “Hiraeth” means to long so deeply and viscerally for a place or absent person that you feel you may expire, “serch” is the sweetest, most uncomplicated romantic love, while “cwtch”, the nation’s favourite word, is a soft security blanket of a cuddle. To cwtch is to bury yourself in another person’s body as a cosying means of protection from the outside world. Much more than a mere hug, it’s a place of safety and sanctuary.