I admit I’m not a rugby league fan. Union is my game and, as a patriotic Welsh woman, I remember all too well the days when the 13-a-side game used to pinch all our best players.

From Dai Watkins to Jonathan Davies, the professional code raped the valleys for all they were worth …and who could blame the cream of Welsh talent for taking the money and grabbing a slice of the northern bread of heaven? Those guys also used to give the English a proper game - and the occasional bloody nose.

It’s all so different since rugby was  turned on its head following union’s megabucks plunge into the world of professionalism 15 years ago. Today, a top union player simply cannot afford to switch to league - and it is the league players who face the temptation of being poached.

So how anyone could hope to stage a meaningful rugby league international between England and Wales, I have no idea.

Last night’s clash between the two nations at Doncaster was a joke - a 74-0 victory to an under-strength England against a Welsh team that boasted the name and the colours of the Principality but was largely a hotch-potch of second-rate players, most of them with tenuous connections to the land of my fathers.

Captained by Widnes-born David Mills (well, Cheshire isn’t far from Wales and he is the son of a true Taff in Big Jim Mills), one-third of the team predictably came from one club - Celtic Crusaders, who will play their first-ever game in Super League next season after finishing runners-up in National League One.

Maybe Wales should have just fielded the entire Crusaders team since I couldn’t find a single Welsh-born player among the rest. Those I managed to track down on the web began their lives in such dragon-infested territory as Bradford, Leigh and Australia. The birthplaces of several others are simply not recorded anywhere on their clubs’ websites or indeed on the internet.

But then, Wales are hardly a world entity in rugby league. For heaven’s sake, they haven’t even made it to the upcoming Rugby League World Cup tournament in Australia.

Rugby league, it seems, is not too forthcoming with nationalities these days. Could it perhaps be something to do with the 2008 World Cup, where Scotland and Ireland will make their obligatory four-yearly appearance on the international stage?

I am sorry to be so cynical, but everyone knows that PROPER rugby league is played in only in Australia, England, New Zealand, France and perhaps Papua New Guinea. Fiji, Tonga and Samoa will all be there Down Under - but we all know that the winners will be one out of Australia, England and New Zealand. And that’s Australia!

The thing that irritates me is the lack of honesty in all this. RL people will have it that these dud teams are genuine representatives of their countries when we all know they are just manufactured sides that are as truly representative of the celtic nations as people who own Irish setters or Scottish terriers.

Sadly, rugby league does not have enough countries playing the game seriously to establish a meaningful World Cup tournament. I know RL fans are going to hammer me on the grounds that several of the teams that competed in last year’s union World Cup were merely making up numbers.

But some of those minnows ran the big boys very close - and at least we have a genuine Top Ten who are all capable of beating each other on an (admittedly rare) good day.