I’m always totally honest in here and believe me this Diary has taken a lot of writing.
I’ve tried to do my best, however as I always say, the love of a sports team will in the end invariably break your heart and to say I was pretty heartbroken last night is perhaps an understatement. It’s all going bloody wrong at present isn’t it? And, as a header to this week’s offering that’s all I can say really!
This Diary is a bit ‘back and forth’ in its make-up, because we have in the last few days witnessed two very contrasting games which both for varying reasons ended up with defeats. I’ve searched for the right word to describe how I felt last night, yet I think that despairing state I referred to above best reflected my demeanor on the final hooter at Catalans and what’s more, it was a feeling that I haven’t experienced for ages. I certainly wasn’t mad, for there were heroes a plenty in the effort department and we were a spirited bunch all round. I was however, a little frustrated at our bombed chances, our lack of smartness, the home teams time wasting and the officiating in general, however after a feisty and at times ill-tempered game, disappointment was by far the overriding feeling for me last night.
Unlike in the aftermath of the game on Friday I certainly wasn’t mad, because I knew we had tried so hard, but the way that things have unfolded of late, made me pretty disconsolate. An apprehensive Lee Radford said last Thursday, “The best we can do is for our senior players that take to the field on Friday and Monday to really play to their potential and for our young blokes to bring plenty of energy”.
He obviously knew any sort of return, points wise, was a big ask with such a bashed up squad, but with the game as it is, we are where we are and on Friday we witnessed another poor performance with too much lateral play and, for long periods of the game, little if any go forward at all. Then on Monday it was all passion and work-rate, but with a real lack of direction and at times a total absence of any sort of game management.
Against Leigh, who were only adequate at best, our senior players panicked at times and some of our younger ones looked like rabbits trapped in the headlights, as they ran sideways and down blind alleys and generally lacked any sort of direction at all. In France the youngsters came good and we almost got there, but in the end a lack of game management saw us blow it big style and that’s all there is to it really.
On Friday I couldn’t even get angry, I just sat there, head in hands and soaked it up, as I consoled myself with the belief that my concerns after the Saints game had been justified. Yesterday, it was different and the spirit was there for all to see, but that made the eventual outcome even more hard to take and so, so disappointing. Who’d be a bloody FC fan eh?
The Leigh game produced a scenario that the FC fans had seen so many times before, as along comes a team that hasn’t won away all season, that is wallowing at the bottom of the league and beset with injuries and so we all sort of know what happens next don’t we? They do us up like a kipper. A few players were thinking it would be a given and believing their own publicity, too many were bashed up before we even started and one or two really gave their all but to no avail. It is I’m afraid, a recognisable story, because quite frankly, that’s how we roll at Hull FC.
Conversely, yesterday it was all about working really hard to put things right but then coming up with brain farts and missing chances, to let a flagging Catalan team back into the game. That and a referee that was as usual suspect and an opposition that has got time wasting down to an art, (even to the point of ball boys who lose the ball when you want a quick re-start and leaving the time clock running after the referee has ‘stopped it’) did for us. But, all that said, we really did give it a go in France!
So let’s have a look a little more closely at the two games.
Friday was a shocking night in which the biggest stars were the crowd who although frustrated and listless still observed an immaculate minute’s silence for the Manchester terror victims and then produced a spontaneous un-rehearsed minute’s applause on the 22nd minute mark. That really made me proud to be British and proud to be an FC fan, but little else I saw out there on the pitch that night had the same effect.
As we walked across West Park in what could only be classed as tropical conditions, summer rugby was here at last as we faced the prospect of taking on bottom-placed Leigh Centurions, a side that has not won since defeating Warrington Wolves on March 16 and all that with that traumatic outcome in Newcastle hanging over us. I wasn’t confident at all as I looked at several key players missing and several more playing jabbed up and I knew that situation was what was troubling Lee Radford the most. In addition, we had looked uncharacteristically disinterested at Newcastle and that had to be sorted and quickly.
There were, of course, even more worrying issues such as the fact that we were continuing with Marc Sneyd, although he had been visibly limping all week and should maybe have been on the operating table already. Now, as Lee Radford said afterwards, we could in fact be missing our talismanic play maker for months as he might need the broken bone in his foot pinned and the prognosis for that can be anything up 12 weeks out! But at least on Friday, Marc gave it a go.
We all thought he was out but he put his hand up, had a go and was a real hero to even play. However, he struggled to make an impact and was visibly suffering, but he’s gone now and we’ll have to soldier on without him, in fact if the option is for that painful operation, that could almost be his season over!
The fear of a major injury to Marc had always been, along with the possible absence of Danny Houghton, a concern for many fans from day one of this campaign. OK, he is a bit in and out at times and even has his critics, for although he has the most try assists this term he is certainly a confidence player. However, our Lance Todd Trophy winner is also the pivot on which the whole team swings and it was obvious from day one that a team that was relatively awash with depth in the forwards, was thin on the ground for cover in those critical, ‘spinal’ positions.
Around those concerns our worst fears were firstly realised when after a truncated warm up session at Wigan enforced through that chaotic night on the M62, Houghton immediately pulled up injured chasing the kick off and then had several games out of the team with that torn calf. He’s now thankfully getting back to his best, but we are now facing a few months without Sneyd, with Jake Connor having to take up the play making reins, whilst Jordan Abdull, the young hope of the ‘back up half back department’, is on loan at Rovers for the whole campaign.
I said in here 4 months ago to send him there on that sort of loan rather than a month by month one was, if not a worry then a bit of a risk, although I certainly don’t understand all the ‘ins and outs’ of our cap issues this season. However, his no strings season long loan is certainly coming around to bite us a bit, as Rovers benefit from an in form Abdull and we scratch around to attain any sort of cohesion without Marc.
So as you can imagine with all those concerns swimming around in my head, I was pretty pre-occupied as I took my seat in the East Stand last Friday evening. In fact, looking around me few of my neighbors looked anything like confident either. It was, with Lee Radford’s warning that we had to turn up with some energy on show ringing in my ears, that I prepared for us to do battle for a precious two points.
There was for me little doubt at all that once the dust settled on the Magic weekend debacle, however well the opposition played, we’d been severely embarrassed by a St Helens team low on confidence themselves and that in turn would have hit any self -assurance we might have had. So on Friday I guess it was no surprise that we started by dropping balls and missing tackles as we appeared listless and struggled to settle.
If we didn’t deserve to win at Newcastle, we didn’t back home at the KCOM on Friday either. We desperately needed a good showing despite the issues we had with injuries and indeed we the fans deserved something to cheer after the Saints game. Instead we were served up a turgid display that lacked any sort of direction against a team that were poor and there for the taking. The lads had been using that very expensive cryo-chamber and where given the best chance of competing and yet when the game got underway for the first hour it was frustrating stuff, with energy and direction definitely lacking at times.
Speaking to people at the Club last week there is absolutely no doubt at all that everyone in the squad is tipping up despite their injuries and they are giving their all for the cause in training, but we are at present in the midst of the worst injury situation we have seen at the Club for two years and that and a lack of confidence is doing for us. However, more worryingly for the average fan, once out on the field it seems that the old camaraderie and togetherness is lacking a bit and we look disjointed and for most of the time bereft of ideas.
On Friday Kelly was our best player because he made and scored tries, but he was inconsistent and some of his passing was poor and he did tend to disappear a bit at times too as well. With 59 tackles Danny Houghton again ran himself to a standstill, and Mini with a string of tackle busts and no mistakes, worked his socks off to get us going, but those cross field runs of his need someone to come straight onto the ball and from several of our players it simply wasn’t happening. We saw props running sideways all night and trying to be half backs, whilst the poor wingers got battered into submission with some of the balls they got when they came into the middle of the field.
The fare from our lot was frustrating at best and pretty soul destroying at worst as we lost the ball on the first tackle three times, conceded some shocking penalties and got dragged into Leigh’s desire to slow the game down. Every scrum took an age to set, every penalty was milked and every stoppage took forever. A theme we were to get used to this past weekend! Of course the referee couldn’t see what they were doing and our lot did little to change that. That was the Leigh plan and we fell right into the trap they sprung for us. We simply couldn’t shake their tactics as they suckered us, until the last quarter, when we at last started to play the game on our terms and at our pace, by which time of course, it was too late.
One guy made me smile as we walked down Walliker Street back to the car as he said, “It was like we had 17 Barry Banks’ playing tonight” and with the amount of play that went laterally across the field throughout we could all see his point. For the uninitiated Barry Banks was a centre who played for us in the late 70’s and early 80’s and whose nicknames were, ‘The Sliding Door’ or the trawling term ‘The Side Winder’, because although he made yards and yards with the ball, he invariably did it across the field. The fact is, you could see that wags point, as the play was often pedestrian and lateral as the ball flowed from side to side of the field with little or no forward progress or penetration made at all.
Josh Griffin came in for a load of stick after another poor showing but credit to the kid he did tweet after the game, “Takes a man to apologise, and I just wanna say sorry for rubbish I dished up recently, I’ll make sure to get head right mentally & sort it out”. That took some doing and fair play to the bloke, but actions in holes like we find ourselves in, speak louder than words Josh.
So we moved onto the fixture no one wanted this season the away trip to Southern France as the second part of the second double header weekend of a chaotic season was about to unfold.
Monday afternoon had certainly thrown up some interesting scores and in France we started by giving too much ball away and put ourselves under a lot of pressure and it had to be big Sam Moa who opened the scoring didn’t it? However, we were having a go and so was Sam!! He got ten minutes for some vitriolic retaliation and to be honest his constant threatening of Washbrook and talking back to the referee could have got him a lot more than 10 minutes. Albert Kelly worked so hard for his try and again proved the difference straight from the ensuing penalty.
We spent the rest of the half beating them at the ruck and yet failing to capitalise on our advantage time and again, as we lost the ball and bombed our chances. Connor was always trying his best to get us moving but the last ball was poor or we took the wrong option and did it with monotonous regularity. It looked to be turning into a ‘sluggathon’ between two very tired teams. By Half Time although we were three points down, and there was still all to play for, it was a Hull side once again that was trying like hell but lacking the poise and leadership to capitalise on their pressure. With no Ellis again we were a bit of a rudderless ship but as the second half started at least we were having a go and where we had got that energy from, I have no idea at all, for at times it was heroic stuff.
Soon however, a brilliant kick by Connor to the corner was nullified when we were off side in the centres, another two points were soon conceded and we were under the cosh again against a team that looked knackered but kept pegging us back with good field kicks at the end of their sets and an amazing ability to waste time and play the referee. The way a few of them grinned when they had cheated their way to penalties showed a real cynical approach by the opposition which was completely ignored by the official. We certainly did well with those two Rawsthorne tries, but then self-destructed with what is becoming our Achilles heel; our inability to deal with kicks. It was so, so sad for the lads who really had a go, but we threw chance after chance away and then eventually capitulated to two tries from high last tackle punts. I can’t watch much more of this, because its absolutely soul destroying as this time we seem to show a brilliant ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
Then the bloody heads went and as the passion got the better of him, Wattsy, who had been antagonised all night, went on a suicide mission which could cost us big style in the coming weeks. Kelly almost got us home in the dying seconds, but it was just so, so unnecessary because we should have won by then and the manner of the loss will leave some massive scars for the future, as our confidence will no doubt be severely affected by that outcome. Many players had a real go and don’t you just feel for the likes of Mini who simply gave his all and just battled on and kept his head, when all around him were losing theirs. Shaul tried really hard, Rawsthorne with his two tries had his best game for us thus far and Connor did well. Griffin was largely ineffective again for me and Michaels still has some work to do on his attacking decision making, although he never stopped trying.
Kelly had a good game and really tried to turn it back at the death, whilst Houghton despite a tragic knock on near the end did his best as always. Washy tried his heart out, Watts did tons of work and then just lost it completely, whilst Turgot and the other young guns really did give their all. It was a shocking end to the weekend and another good example of how damaging to the game these two game weekends are. Some of those players on both sides were absolutely shattered, but as I so often say in here, even when we went ahead in France, you sort of knew what was about to happen didn’t you.
So it was a horrid end to a pretty awful few days for the average FC fan and right now it all looks pretty familiar doesn’t it. After one glorious season we seem (as has been the case so often in the past), to be sinking back into what was for a long time a couple of years ago, the normal week on week struggles. You know, when I told a few folks that I was to write a book about 2016 because for me it was an exceptional season and quite out of the ‘FC Ordinary’, a few said to me that it was just the start and not that special and that we were about to set out on a golden age for Hull FC; boy I hoped so much that they were right.
Now however, it gives me no pleasure at all to say that at present it looks like that golden age is on hold and its going to be a tough old few weeks ahead. We’re trying really hard and the effort in France on that short turn around was quite amazing, but we really are struggling in the nous department and our game management is awful. For me, without Ellis steadying them down and Sneyd organising the line, we were always going to struggle weren’t we? Where was the next win coming from? Well you tell me!
I know if you’ve lost both the games, it is easy to say that its sour grapes, but for every player and every Club in the completion this fixture schedule is killing team’s and perhaps even effecting the player’s health. So, it’s great to be able to say a big well done to Mark Minichiello, who this week said of this ridiculous fixture system, “There are many things in Super League that need to improve to get the game on the right path. I don’t think the RFL look after their players at all. They ask a lot of their players. It is a physical game we play and then we play two double-header periods in one season – that is ridiculous in my opinion”. He added that, “Another thing that is absolutely crazy, is that we start the competition a week later for an international camp in Dubai that didn’t happen, then make players play three games in seven days twice in the year. I’d like to see them (the RL staff) do it”.
In a controversial but eminently sensible interview that could get him into trouble he concluded, “Players of the game don’t have a united front. That allows the RFL to do what they want without consulting players. I know what it is like back home, all the players are on board and we are there to make sure the game is growing in the right direction and that everyone is looked after. It is easy to say and tough to do – there needs to be a collective player union where 100% of Super League players are involved. That is a great starting point to make sure the RFL has a point of call to go to and negotiate terms of play and the growth of the game. Players are the biggest asset the game has and they need a voice”.
Of course the RL is forever compliant with the TV company’s and the owners cannot afford to play any less games and so any call he makes will fall on deaf ears. Predictably the RL replied with some twaddle and conciliatory talk about player welfare being paramount as that man Rimmer procrastinated about how much the governing body care about the players wellbeing, but we all know that Mini is absolutely correct don’t we? I completely agree with everything he said, for I have said in here for a long time when you get close to the actual players it’s easy to see how we are ‘killing’ them with this current schedule, but I’ll tell you what Mini, as far as changes are concerned don’t hold your breath mate!
Well the news we all expected was finally confirmed last week as Mahe Fonua, very humbly and very succinctly announced that he would be returning to the NRL next season. I know that it really will suit his wife and is certainly only for family reasons and under different circumstances he would have been happy to stay and see out his contract. Some have said, “Make him stay” but that’s unrealistic and unpractical because any player staying against his will is no good for morale and the team ethic in general. Most things can be sorted out but such family related issues can’t and so you have to the honourable thing as a Club and agree to release the player.
Hull FC’s actions in this case have been pretty exemplary. Not just because it’s the right thing to do but because it sets a benchmark of Hull FC as a Club that is compassionate and listens to their players. That doesn’t stop you being tough and sorting those who step out of line, but it does highlight to every player out there that might have to choose between signing for us or another Club that at least at Hull he will join an organisation that cares about its staff. That culture being apparent in the organisation is a massive plus in such transfer talks and so I think the Club has once again, as was the case when Jordan Rankin and Frank the Tank left, conducted itself impeccably.
Speaking last week Fonua said: “I am extremely grateful for the club’s support and understanding of the situation and how accommodating they have been. I have always had ambitions to return to the NRL at some stage, but the timing now is important for my family and for us to be back closer to home. “I’d like to thank everyone for the support they have shown me whilst we have made this difficult decision. This club, the players and the fans have become very special to us and I will give them the very best service I can for the final few months of my time here.”
He added, “I have been given an opportunity in the NRL to go back to. I’m grateful for that and it’s just a decision that had to be made for me and my wife. She has sacrificed a lot coming over here for me and it was time to return the favour and get her back around family. We are still a lot younger than most players who come over.” What is the reason for his decision? Well we can only guess on that one; and that of course is their business. One things for sure there is little point him staying for his family to be unhappy!
So, as sadly ‘The history Boys’ of 2016 start to break up, Mahe will be a massive loss, as he was quickly blossoming into one of the strike players of the competition and there will be a few centres and wingers across the competition breathing a sigh of relief at that news. A real ‘Gentle Giant’ Mahe is a hero and will always be remembered at the Club and as with Yeamo as he left the playing ranks at the end of last season, he will go down in history as one of the iconic group of guys who delivered the dream and became legends last August! For that try and that tap back alone he will be an FC ‘Hall of Famer’ and as fans we have to understand that the attitude and personality of the man dictates that he is leaving for the best reasons, rather than as sometimes happens the need to ‘chase the money’.
Of course he’s here for the rest of the season and we’ll struggle to replace like with like, particularly when you look at how much it will cost to bring in an NRL equivalent. So we might have to sign another ‘project’ but if the new one is as good as Sam Moa and Mahe proved to be at Hull FC, that’ll do for me! Good luck Mahe and here’s to a ‘banging’ few months before you go!
Once towards the end of last season I asked one of our players why Leon Pryce, although fit, was not getting into the first team and he just said, “He’s shot, his bodies had it”. I wondered then why he was going for another season at his home town club the Bradford Bulls, who saw the once mercurial half back as an even bigger asset after all their financial woes of the closed season. He stuck with his home town club through the pre-season trauma’s, but has since really struggled all season at Odsal and for many insiders at the Bulls his announcement to retire last Thursday with immediate effect, was a foregone conclusion.
It’s sad to see him retire, because in 2015 he was a massive asset to our evolving side and last season his steadying influence both on and off the pitch was really valuable. He was influential off the field in the build up to Wembley and when called upon in the first team he never let us down. Remember him coming on away at Castleford and willing us to hold out last year? Good Luck for the future Leon, we might have seen you in the twilight of your career, but you’ve certainly had an illustrious time in the game.
Well there are three books coming out in the next two months or so and all of great interest, I’m sure, to all FC fans. Soon we will see the book about Wembley 1980 by Vince Groak entitled ‘Will the Last One Out’ available to buy soon, then on 8th July ‘2016 The Year of the Airlie Bird’, (one fans personal celebration of an unforgettable year) will go on sale in the Club shops in aid of Danny Houghton’s Testimonial, before on 15th July ‘Yeamo; My Career in Black and White’ hits the book shelves with a launch at Waterstones in Hull and here exclusively is a look at the cover of the latter.
You can order and pre-order Yeamo in advance now from Amazon and from the start of June 2016 the ‘2016’ book will be available from the publishers to order in advance too. However, as I say you’ll be able to buy that from the Club shops with no postal charges from 8th July. However as always if you can’t make the shops then ordering from the publishers YPS Publishing of York is the best option.
So after a bit of a bleak old Diary this week in Codgers Corner I want to look back to the first season of Brian Smiths reign at Hull FC and how we often forget that in the early days everything was not going too well for ‘Smithy’ either. After all the pre-season hype, his Australian imports were arriving later than expected and that led to a shocking start were we lost the first four League games of the 1988/89 season. After the third a 10-16 defeat at the Boulevard to Wakefield, our Coach said, “The fans must hold their nerve, as must the players, because I am confident things are improving”.
He then proceeded to drop Gary Pearce, Wayne Proctor and Alan Tomlinson into the ‘A’ team, which certainly seemed to concentrate their efforts and so it was that after another close defeat away at Warrington, we eventually recorded our first win of the season at home to Leeds by 14-12.
It had to be Leeds didn’t it; however badly we were playing we could always overturn them.
At last our new coach started getting some cohesion into our play as slowly but surely, the results started to come. A close defeat at Bradford was followed by an amazing win at Saints after which, full of new heart, we all set off for a game at Halifax. Still smarting from that Cup Semi-Final defeat in a replay the previous year, it was a game where a win would see us out of the bottom three of the First Division for the first time that season. That game on Sunday 6th November 1988 was a match I remember well.
The ground at Thrum Hall had a massive slope that usually worked to Halifax’s advantage, it was on an incline tapered towards one corner and it was said the home Club trained at least one night a week on it, practicing their kicking both up and down that ‘hill’. That day we all stood at the Hanson Road end of the ground just next to the score board. It was a fine old stadium constructed of dour, craggy local stone, which often mirrored the tactics of a Halifax pack that was always tough and uncompromising.
Buoyed by what had happened the previous week at Knowsley Road, I drove over with a couple of pals, passing as we went, cars and buses full of the ‘Faithful’ who made up around a third of the gate that day. Always a hands on Coach I remember Brian Smith supervising an on pitch warm up, which back then was certainly not normal procedure. As the teams ran out he was then at the end of the tunnel encouraging each player as they ran by.
The first few exchanges were fast and furious as the two packs ripped into each other. Andy Dannett had a real go at Pendlebury and following this bout of ‘slapping’ we went ahead with an Eastwood penalty. Then Eastwood scored our first try, as Craig Colman released him and he scampered in and round behind the posts and after just 9 minutes we led 8-0.
The whole crowd was silenced when Hull full back Paul Fletcher was knocked out as his head collided with the knees of winger Mike Taylor as he moved in to smother the ball and there was an eight-minute delay while the medical staff of both Clubs attended to him. Paul was finally carried from the field with a suspected broken neck. That injury saw young Phil Windley take the field. He was usually a half back but had to go straight to full back, a position in which he had never played before. Immediately Halifax’s Staines ran straight at him, but somehow Phil clung on until Dannett arrived to floor the big forward.
Then, as Halifax tried to use the wind, Windley could only stand under the crossbar and watch as a Pendlebury bomb hit first the upright, then the bar and then the other upright, before finally going dead. Hull hung on although Whitfield kicked two penalties, for the score to be 8-4 at half time. Halifax were famous back then for a novel if not uncompromising defensive pattern which today would probably be known as a ‘sliding defence’ but back then it was just seen as a ‘gang’ of players running across the field and tackling everything in its path. The second half began with Halifax using this to great effect to stifle our playmakers but it was then that ‘Super Sub’ Windley took a hand in things.
As the game wore on Phil started to gain in confidence before Paul Dixon sent the ‘Aussie Flyer’ Bob Grogan haring down the wing for what looked a certain try. However, Windley just managed to push him towards the touchline and away from his supporting centre, before somehow getting to him and with one last ounce of effort, forcing the Australian flyer into touch. Two minutes later, in almost the same position at the other side of the field, Windley repeated his heroics on Scott Wilson. Those two tackles had the Hull fans in raptures and were the turning point of an uncompromising encounter. A penalty by Whitfield reduced the arrears to just 2 points but despite a 12-2 advantage to ‘Fax’ in the scrums and Hull surrendering the ball seven times, somehow we held out.
In the previous two ‘Casey years’ those errors and the Halifax pressure would have seen us capitulate, but with Smithy (until warned by the referee) running up and down the touch line barking encouragement, we held out. For me the best memory was saved for the last second of the game as Divorty drove the ball into a ruck of Halifax forwards. As the hooter went several of the home team’s players started to walk, heads bowed, towards the changing rooms. Quick as a flash Divorty handed the ball out of the tackle and some neat passing from Moon, O’Hara and Boyle saw Price cross the line and Eastwood add the conversion, by which time half the Halifax players were probably in the bath.
It was a great victory and even before Eastwood could take the final conversion we poured onto the pitch to congratulate our players. First on the field at the end was of course Brian Smith, who shook every players hand and then came over to salute the supporters before the players left the field. It was the start of a great sequence of results, however with Windley’s heroics, that surreal ending, and that awful injury to Fletcher, it was a game that holds lasting memories for me. As for Brian Smith, well it heralded the start of a great three years at Hull FC.
So there we are, a pretty torrid old week ended with a couple of poor defeats although we had a real dig in France and were unlucky to come home empty handed. It was so good to meet so many readers over the past days and to share a few home truths and concerns with you all be it in the pub, in Smiths in Beverley or with Barry my old mate in Dunelm on Monday Morning. It’s tough being a fan isn’t and nothing ever really seems to go to plan does it? The media, through the Hull Daily Mail yesterday, warned us as fans to lower our sights and redress our expectations as far as how we go for the difficult final third of the season and with Mahe out until mid-June, Sneydy out for ages, Scott Taylor struggling with that elbow and Wattsy facing a ban, we have certainly lost four cornerstones of our team and its going to be hard.
This Saturdays game against Wigan is going to be so tough and could go two ways really. We could rise to the occasion and come through it battling, or things could go against us and under the spotlight of those TV cameras, we could implode again. One things for sure I’ll be there to see the outcome and I hope I’ll see you there too. The team needs us at present, but if there is only one assumption to be gained from the last few days then it has to be the fact that just like wayward kids, with our great rugby league Club, it’s a good job we love em!
I’m sorry, but I can’t always be ‘happy clappy’ but …..
Try to Keep Believing