In the end it was all hail ‘The Iceman’ who is the pulse of our team and yet the one that some fans were (quite unreasonably I believe) having a real go at just 5 days ago. Ice cool Marc continue his amazing Golden Point record and he did it on the back of a smart Jones play and an Albert Kelly wonder break, (wonder indeed, from a man who looked absolutely knackered in that last 10 minutes). Those plays manufactured the position from where Sneydy, organising the set-piece brilliantly, dropped a superb 40-yard goal.
It’s never easy to go to Wakey, particularly on a Friday night as over the years, under the lights, they have saved some of their best performances for games like this one. What’s more, after the last few matches, there is little doubt that everyone who travelled did so in hope rather than expectation. At least both teams had the same short 5 day turn around to manage and the ‘Cow Pat’ pitch (as Lee Radford probably ill-advisedly described it) had dried out somewhat, but there were still no doubt a lot of souls on the terraces who were still smarting from that second half capitulation at the KCom last Sunday.
In the end the loyal FC supporters witnessed a roller coaster of a game, with an almost perfectly controlled first half, an injury and penalty littered shambles of a second half and for the third time since it was introduced a brilliantly executed Golden Point drop goal. It got us the two points we so desperately needed and there is at present a lot of relief around the place. However, there’s a lot to do as well. We did well to hang on in the end when a missed conversion kept us in the game, but we should have had it won long before that.
However, injury disruption, the loss of Ma’u with concussion, some stupid penalties conceded and an FC line in disarray at time, meant it was real heart in your mouth stuff. Wakey will beat a lot of teams at home this year, but we scrapped and scrapped and just sneaked the points at the death. And, at times like these, a win is all that matters.
All week the media had encouraged the fans to consider the similarities of this campaign to that of 2016. Then, the rot was stopped by that dressing room lock-in at Widnes, after which we went on a run of 15 wins in 16 games. That sequence of games ironically started with a battling, no frills, performance at home to Wakey, but somehow this time around it just didn’t feel the same as that year did it?
In modern musical terms Wakefield’s ground could best be described as ‘Old School’. Yes, it’s a dump, but like the Boulevard it’s one that their fans have a great affinity with and as such it’s a bit of a fortress for them. You have to wonder how it gets a safety certificate, but it wreaks of struggle, adversity and tradition. Wakey use that to their advantage and on the back of such things they usually play well there. However, we had to improve and, after a series of second half capitulations, at least play for the full 80 minutes. Good on paper, I thought, but harder to do on a Cow Pat!
On Wednesday, as our squad was announced, we all wondered when we would be getting a break injury wise and where the hell is Savelio. He received a ‘slight knock’ on the knee (that wasn’t the knee he had the problems with last season in the second game) and we have heard nothing since. Still what will be will be and we just had to suck it up and try and get a result lacking, Connor, Savelio, Fairamo, Swift and Naulago. Before the game some of the chat surrounded how many more games we would actually be witnessing live as fans and as I write this I wonder a bit whether I could ever have imagined writing something like that in this blog. Still let’s move on from that because most folks were pretty upbeat if not a tad apprehensive as they looking forward to a game, which we simply had to win.
The news that Joe Cator was to play and start at loose-forward was certainly interesting following some great raps from the Bradford fans, after he played for them on duel registration last week. I was looking forward to see what he could do, but with Connor and Swift missing it was certainly going to be hard, but we couldn’t let Wakey roll us like the Catalans did last week.
With Arona back from injury, as the teams came out they looked to have a massive pack and I wondered what was to come. We kicked off and Wakey immediately rolled out of their 20 using fast play the balls, before Buchanan fielded a good last-tackle kick. Then, disappointingly, Fonua dropped the ball in the next set, our first, and Wakey scored through Atkins as the home team immediately targeted our suspect right-hand side. It was without doubt a poor start from the FC!
Fonua looked to be struggling from the off, but we got a penalty in the Wakefield 20 and pressed for the first time before he ‘barged’ in scattering tacklers to stretch out and score our first try and it was 6-6. A great piece of play saw a cross kick from Tumavive almost come off, before we drove down the field again and a kick through and a big chase ended in a melee of players as Shaul apparently touched down and on 15 minutes we led! We were driving the ball in well now but Buchanan dropped it in a promising position. Taylor saved us with a big tackle on Jowitt before Shaul made a great break out from a deep kick to take us right down field again and a pin-point cross field kick from Kelly, saw Jones catch the ball and Buchanan was in, but sadly Sneyd’s kick hit the post. A knock on by Tumavive stopped our progress, but we were now rolling down field with quick play-the-balls but twice we failed to complete on the line, which I thought at the time could come back to bite us. Ellis, Satae and Sao came on all at the same time and Sneyd potted a penalty to make it 18-6. A penalty for a high tackle on Ellis on the death was converted by Sneyd and we went in 20-6 up and well done to the boys for a great half of play but as someone commented to me, “That’s no lead for this lot to defend in the second half.” And, how right she was!
So, we faced the most critical 40 minutes so far of the season. Kelly forced Johnstone into touch with a brilliant tackle. But twice we gave silly penalties away and put ourselves under pressure which even with that lead was just stupid play. Manu Ma’u coped a big hit and went down and off for a head test, to never return. Then a poor play-the-ball by Shaul on our ten, handed the ball to the home team and of course Wakey got over through Pitts to put the game back in the melting pot. It was an elementary mistake by Shaul, that brought a resurgent home team right back into the game and this was ‘Hull FC in the second half’ all over again!! The more long in the tooth amongst us could at that point, invariably write the script of what was to happen next …and it did!
We just got back down-field before we gave another bloody penalty away, as Wakey got in this time through Atkins. It was just soft play and we’d seen it all before as the score stood at 20-18 to the FC. We simply can’t take pressure in such circumstances. However, we found some momentum and a piece of strong play down at their end, saw Kelly score a great try and we breathed again at 26-18. A bomb found Buchanan making only his second mistake and Wakey got head and feed ten yards out before a fantastic finish by Tom Johnson got him in at the corner. It was becoming an error strewn second half again, as Wakey put on the pressure and we coughed the ball up, it was all set up for them to pinch the points. Kelly lost the ball on our thirty in a turn-over that was just pitiable in that position.
Wakey moving in for the kill, trapped us in goal and forced a drop-out. It was pressure, pressure, pressure and we cracked again, as back down the wing they came, Fonua looked in trouble and acrobatically Johnson levelled with two minutes to go, but a missed touch line conversion by Jowett kept us in it and amidst an absolute shambles, the game ended on 80 minutes.
We totally blew that second half with stupid plays, stupid penalties and stupid mistakes and although Wakey played well for us it was just plain deja vu. It should never ever have gone to golden point, but we were still alive and a good drive down field and a phenomenal play from both Jones and Kelly got us in their half and Sneyddddddd!!! Did it again from 40 meters!!
It was a great drop as the ‘Golden point experts’ continued their record, but there’s still a real lot to do!! Our first half was great and our second horrible and we have to be better than that, however, we won, we got two points, the losing streak is ended and that’s all that matters.
Wakefield’s fans and players were understandably gutted, whilst our lads celebrated as if they had won a Cup Final. Meanwhile, on the terrace the relief was palpable, but man, there is a lot still to sort out, because whatever the mitigating circumstances, we capitulated again in that second half and with no ball (due entirely to our giving it and stupid penalties away) and scant leadership, we struggled. What’s more Lee Radford’s words after the game, that he was pleased with our endeavour and passion, were a bit baffling for me for I expected him to be relieved but mad about that second half capitulation. Still perhaps for him, there was more riding on that game than just a win …who knows?
Shaul had his best game of the season and is great to watch when he hits a purple patch as he did in that first half and Kelly looked to be our best creator. Sneyd organised the line throughout and kicked better, whilst of course he did his stuff in the end as only he can. Also impressive on the night was Josh Jones, who was a tower of strength and he showed a fair pair of hands as well. Taylor, Satae and Seo were massive characters in that pack too. Whilst Joe Cator had a strong debut. But I can’t emphasise enough how much there is still to do after watching our lack of control in that second half.
So, to other things and when the chips are down one person can always be relied on to sum up exactly how we are all feeling as fans and that is of course Scott Taylor. There’s none of that defensive, “Blooming heck, a couple of defeats and the fans want people’s heads on a plate” stuff from him for Scott’s a fan, he is surrounded by a family of fans and he’s stood on the terraces with us lot in the past. He understands the psyche and completely gets it, his face at the end against the Catalans said it all he was really suffering, just as we were.
He was disappointed, dejected and bloody fuming and so were all of us lot. Scott is the ‘Bell weather’ in such situations, he indicates exactly the way the wind is blowing as far as the players are concerned, because he wears his heart on his sleeve and really, really cares and as such, he is certainly captain material.
Danny Houghton of course is absolutely the same, he’s a pretty passionate guy too, I know him quite well and he eats, sleeps and breathes Hull FC, but he goes about his business one on one with his colleagues, whilst somehow Scott animates that caring across the whole club from player to fanbase. He gave us all a pointer as to the way forward when he said after the game, “There’s no point moping about around the place because if you approach a game with that attitude, I guarantee you’ll lose. We’ve got an absolutely crucial match approaching quickly on the horizon and that’s exactly how I like it because we’re stinging as much as the fans are”.
Scott’s a leader and totally accepted by the supporters as a ‘homer’ and a player that has no intention of ever leaving the team he has supported all his life and the club he loves. He’s a top bloke and as I’ve often said before, like Danny and Yeamo, when I launched my books, he didn’t need inviting, for he just turned up. For me few things can make you feel like we did as we left that game last week and although it’s scant consolation I know, it’s still heartening to know that Scott is going through it too.
Now, who’s with me at being a bit bemused by the Clubs attitude on announcing details on injuries and the likely length of time that they may take to be resolved. I guess there has been some issues in the past with fans expecting players back by a certain date, but in general we all know that any dates etc are an estimation and that some people heal quicker than others. However, in some cases i.e. Andre Savelio and Jake Connor we don’t even know what the injury is. I think that the fans at least need to know if an injury is long or short term but this week when quizzed about Jake Connor and Swift, Lee refused, although pressed, to give a timescale or any hint of what is wrong with Jake whilst Savelio is becoming a real mystery. I don’t really get that, for to keep quiet and at times like these when we are struggling a bit, breeds conspiracy and transparency and taking the fans with you is everything. But. What do I know?
Now to the subject of ‘Radford Out’ and the ramblings of certain contributors to RL fans which I covered last week. There were a lot of really good points made and as many of you know I do believe in sport in general that unless you have the ‘Alex Ferguson’ Midas touch as a manager, there is a case that long tenures at the top can lead to it all becoming a bit comfortable, predictable and ‘favourites’ driven, but the owner maybe thinks that we probably ain’t quite there yet. That said, when it is ‘time up’, bringing in a new broom isn’t always an instant recipe for success either. However, then the thread moved onto talk which might have been in jest, about getting rid of Adam Pearson, which is in my opinion ludicrous. But at least it offers me the opportunity to state how important and indeed critical to the club our owner is as far as I’m concerned.
When we signed away the Boulevard to the Council in exchange for a lump of money and moved into a shared Council owned facility we signed away any ‘concrete’ collateral backing the club had. That was fine, Richo and Adam were great guys and both agreed that Adam would run the stadium and everything went along swimmingly. Until that is, Adam sold the football club and included the Stadium Management Company in the deal. Kath and Co. ran the FC till the lump of merger money they got from combining with Gateshead and the cash from the Boulevard ran out. But, then they didn’t have the monied person there to underpin the operation and on top of that the Stadium Managers, now tied to the Football Club, we’re becoming more difficult to work with. After Adam bought the club, he would openly tell anyone (as he told me several times), that he didn’t realise and wasn’t exactly told, what he was taking on, none the less thankfully he stuck at it.
If anyone thinks Adam walking would do anything but sound the death knell of our club, they are greatly mistaken. We just wouldn’t survive, in fact, with the deal we have with the SMC, it’s a big question as to whether we would survive if we were relegated. Who the hell would buy or even take over a club that is losing money, whose main source of income is based on a TV franchise that is currently vulnerable and up for review in 2021 and one that doesn’t even own their own stadium?
Take the football Club, I know there are other issues too like the asking price the Allam’s want, but the fact they are tenants in their stadium is the main problem City have in trying to get a buyer. Plus, when you look at Neil Hudgell, (who now finds himself in the same position as Adam as sole funder of Hull KR), it’s the same thing. He has intimated that he won’t be there forever, but that he won’t leave the club in the lurch and so what is he doing? He’s trying to buy the ground to give the Club some collateral, some property that has a value to borrow against for when he moves on and his ‘philanthropy’ ceases. We don’t have that option, for all that disappeared in 1999 when the Council procured the Boulevard.
Some feel Adam has faults, although I struggle to see many, but that’s all a matter of opinion I know, however as far as I’m concerned long may he own the club and one day may he get some financial partners to take the weight off him and eventually take over from him. For he has hinted that is what he wants for a while. In the old days, when a Chairman resigned, there was usually enough money and ability on the Board of Directors to take over the reins. Sole owners are not a good idea particularly if they go ‘ all random’ as David Lloyd proved, but in the current game, it’s what we now have, some clubs have ‘Boards’, but usually the future is down to just one person putting the cash in when needed.
So, for me the decision to get rid of the Coach is always down to the person who stand to lose the most if the club are doing badly, there is no sentiment there because it’s all about hard business facts and that person’s own money. I think change may be on the cards but it will happen when Adam wants it to, because he’s the piper calling the tune and what’s more at a time when we might be entering a period when sides have to survive and pay wages without any games being played, I think we should steer clear of any suggestions that we should be starting a ‘Pearson Out’ campaign. It’s just plain ridiculous.
Well, we all awaited the announcement of the initial Great Britain squad last Tuesday and it was great to see three FC faces in the senior squad and Masi in the Knights line up. Wane had selected 31 prospective Ashes candidates and also included more than 30 players identified by Knights’ coach Paul Anderson as possibilities for his 2020 squad.
It was brilliant to see the previously mentioned Scott Taylor in there for not only is it reward for his continuing efforts week in week out, but it also means that with the other props we have in the GB set up, his position a bit down the pecking order gives him something to work towards this season. That has to be good for us as a team as well. There was little doubt in my mind that Josh Jones, probably the best British second rower last season, would be included, but for me, the most deserving call up came for Josh Griffin.
His work rate and meters gained this season have been phenomenal and although I believe one of the challenges we have as a club is to get him into space more often so that he can run at his opposing centre, he’s been in sensational form. I’m so pleased for him because its well known that he didn’t settle very well, in his first year at the Club, and that I think reflected in his form, but since then he has become a much liked and respected member of the squad and his form has just got better and better.
The ubiquitous Bill Dalton, our Club Historian, was in touch this week and its always great to hear from him. He pointed out to me that abysmal as it was, last Sunday was NOT our greatest 2nd half capitulation. Back in the day, on 21st February 1988 at the Boulevard the final score was Hull 28 – Swinton 32 and that after we were leading 28-4 at halftime!!! As Bill pointed out however, all was not lost because we nearly went on to reach Wembley that year when, late in the season, we drew 0-0 in the Semi-Final with Halifax and lost in the Replay 3-4.
Bill also said, that last weekend’s drop goal against the Catalans was an all-time record drop for Marc Sneyd, as he became the most successful drop Goal-kicker to ever play for the club. He kindly sent me a list of the top few in that table and I’m sure that it includes some names that will jog a few memories!
Marc Sneyd 31
Gary Pearce 30
Brian Hancock 17
Gary Divorty 13
Mick Crane 11
Steve Norton 11
Lee Crooks 11
Tony Dean 9
Bob Gaitley 9
Mark Hewitt 7
Richard Horne 7
(amazingly there were 51 on the full list)
So now, for the first time in 660 odd editions, here is a short piece in defence of referee’s!!!! These days, do I really spend most of my time at some games doing little else but grumbling about them, do I really? Of course, I don’t, (perhaps), but I have to admit that often it seems that’s the way it is and the fact that the referee is often the main talking point when you leave a game, probably bears out that many of us are the same. However, I guess in my most consolatory of moods I have to admit that the job of the referee in modern day rugby, isn’t easy and any observer of any game can often see things that the referee hasn’t, simply because he is watching something completely different; as it’s impossible to watch everything.
At times it must be hard for a referee to know whether he is ‘on his hands or his arse’ when it comes to keeping tabs on everything that is going on, as he decides, say at the play the ball, what to watch, particularly with the line speed so fast and, square markers never being square, players not getting fully to their feet to play the ball, or moving off the spot and then not touching the ball with their foot when they do etc. etc and while he’s doing all that the players either side of him are literally taking the mick as they move off-side. Yet, that’s just in one facet of the game!!
Deciding on the action he decides to take should he spot a misdemeanour could well be difficult too. He’ll see some transgression and penalise them, see other technical ones and just warn the player in the spirit of keeping the game moving and then miss others altogether. Perhaps in fact, in these crazy days, sometimes referees ignore the rules altogether at times during a game, for fear of going mad.
So, I guess what I’m saying is that although most officials are crap, their job isn’t easy and perhaps there is a case for looking at giving them more help or simplifying some of the rules. In Rugby league, unlike most other sports, there are a lot of areas that are open to interpretation, by players and spectators. In football for instance with the exception of off-side most other misdemeanours are, despite the players protestations, pretty obvious. In our game though, it’s a lot different and there are many areas that are open to interpretation.
Borderline knock-on’s and flat and forward passes are baffling at times, either because of the angle you view them from or from the entrenched partisan bias of the viewer. Whilst wherever you are watching from, at times the obstruction rule is just baffling!!
So, what’s the answer, how do you make things easier for officials and easier to understand for the fans? Well we could try two referees as the Aussie game did, or alternately we could look at simplifying the rules but that’s easily said, yet not that easy in practise!
I guess if you were to make a radical suggestion then to sort out knock-ons straight away you could get rid of the forwards or backwards bit and make every time you drop the ball a knock on. But, that’ll never happen and you’ll never sort the forward pass controversy either, although making referee’s listen to their linesmen more would help a lot. Two referees would sort a lot of the off-side’s at the play the ball and help tidy up the ruck as well, but as for obstruction well, who knows there?
Even commentators and media scribes criticise decisions and such openly public controversy must jeopardise the integrity of the game. However, in a sport with some pretty complicated rules many of which are open to interpretation, the official’s decision is always going to be a bone of contention with a lot of us and what’s more, I’m the world’s worst! The standard of refereeing in our game is poor and there’s no excuse for that at all, but the rules of the game ain’t helping either! What will the administrators do about it? Well I guess we all know the answer to that don’t we? Nothing!
As I said early the ‘Radford Out’ brigade boo boys have been out in force of late but as I said earlier that ain’t gonna happen, well not yet at least. But you know, coaches come and go, but occasionally their arrival doesn’t just herald a new face at the helm, but something a lot different. There is a difference between a new reign and a new era because no one could ever think that the appointment of Len Casey, Tony Gordon, or even Richard Agar was the start of a new era, it was simply a change of coach.
Yeh, we had high hopes but there was never the feel about their appointment that there was when say Arthur Bunting arrived, or Shaun McRae took over the reins in 2000. There have been times when an appointment means that the whole place is on the change and when I think of those I always look back with great affection on the Brian Smith years. Now that was AN ERA: although, even then, when he arrived we wondered a bit. He was an unknown quantity, but before the first game had even kicked off, we knew there was something special going on at our Club.
This week, I want to look at a game towards the end of Smithy’s first season at the Club, which animates perfectly what a change he engineered, with little money, in a very short period of time. You’ll remember, in that first 88/89 season we started with four defeats and ended with an appearance at Old Trafford, it was the start of a new, if not a short, ‘purple patch’ for the Black and Whites. On Wednesday 5th April when we faced Widnes at the Boulevard we were sat fourth in the table behind Leeds, Widnes and Wigan having won 16 of our 25 matches, which after that start, was nothing short of amazing! However, few of the 7,900 who attended that night could have imagined what a treat was in store, as, to quote the pundit on Radio 5, as I was driving to work next day, “This was the night that Brain Smith let his hair down”
This remark was focussed on the fact that we as fans, the players and particularly our Coach went wild at the end of a brilliant performance, against the title favourites. It was before hand though, destined to be a game too far and one that no one expected us to win. Dick Tingle in the Mail summed up the performance the following night with the words, “The team that is supposed to have everything- class, pace and power- were found wanting for heart and character by a team that had it in spades”
It all started badly though! Soon after the match had kicked off we were found wanting by some brilliant Widnes play and I remember commenting from my position on the Threepenny Stand that “It looks like Smiths magic might just have run out tonight”. Within 5 minutes we were 8-0 down. After an early Jonathon Davies penalty, we marched down field and on the sixth tackle Gary Pearce tried a deft grubber kick towards the corner. In a flash Davies snatched it up and went on a blazing 75-yard run with Nolan, Eastwood and Blacker chasing him but, as they were about to catch him ten yards out, a late swerve saw him evade the would-be tacklers and dive in for a try that he converted himself.
In a surprise decision before the game kicked off Brian Smith announced that Steve Crooks was to be the Captain for the night and he proved an ideal choice, as he led the forwards from the front. He clashed with Derek Pyke and a ‘bout’ of fisticuffs saw the Widnes prop sent to the sin bin for ten minutes.
However, on 20 minutes and whilst he was off the field, it was scrum-half Windley who transformed the game. On the fourth tackle after good work by Dannett, Wilby and Sharp, Phil deftly slotted a teasing kick right between Full-Back Tait’s legs and Lee Jackson nipped in to touch the ball down for what was amazingly his first try in three years. Pearce converted and despite the opposition having a good pull in the scrums, we were back in the game. I often say that its funny what you remember, but then it looked like a chimney in Carrington Street had caught fire as a plume of acrid smoke descended across the pitch. However, that didn’t dampen Hull enthusiasm, as we tackled everything that came at us. Three minutes later out of ‘the smog’ Dannett and then Sharp charged forward and a quick play the ball saw Windley create some space for Pearce, who scythed through to score near the posts and we were in the lead.
Hull were now really running hot, and Widnes, who had started so well were struggling to keep up. Pyke returned to the fray but it made little difference as Windley and Pearce struck again. This time Windley zipped round the back of a scrum sold a superb dummy, ran on and released Pearce again, who bludgeoned his way through two defenders to fall over the line for his second try in 7 minutes. We were going wild in the crowd, as ‘Smithy’ paced the touchline barking out order. Then Pearce was at it again, this time with a beautifully timed drop goal that stretched our lead to 21-8.
Everything looked set fair, however just on the stroke of half time a piece of sloppy defence out on the right, saw Price and Eastwood miss Tate and his blistering pace saw him score from half way. With Davies’s conversion from the touchline going over, we went in at half time leading by a very unlikely 21-14, which in fairness flattered the opposition.
We all thought that the fancied ‘Chemics’ would come back at us in the second half to snatch a victory and we were even more worried when after just 4 minutes Davies stroked over a penalty, as, accompanied by the ironic cheers of the fans around me, that chimney started belching out smoke again. The fear that Widnes would at any time find a gap in our defensive line certainly haunted our thoughts as we watched the likes of Offiah, Hulme, Koloto, Eyres and Currier trying to find a way through. But what a defensive display we produced. It was rugged, tenacious and consistent, as we drove the Widnes ‘stars’ back time and again. Sharp, Divorty Dannett and Lee Jackson all pulled off try saving tackles which eventually turned the Widnes ‘winning’ machine, into a shambles.
Widnes hardly got out of their half, despite a 5-2 advantage with the second half penalties and as we grew into the task again, we started to attack ourselves. In the last twelve minutes only spectacular try saving tackles from Kurt Sorenson on Divorty and Dannett saved tries, before Divorty was awarded one, only for referee Geoff Tickle to change his mind and rule it out on the intervention of the touch judge. Finally, however we executed the killer blow, just two minutes from the end, as that petulant little welshman Jonathan Davies slapped Blacker across the face as he ran by him and Pearce stroked over the penalty.
At 23-16 the game was over and as the hooter went the whole place went mad! Smithy arms aloft, ran onto the field to ‘let his hair down’ and salute the cheering fans, as the players applauded and danced with delight. It had been no fluke; master tactician Smith had the right game plan, and most importantly the players executed it perfectly, as a dazzling advert for Rugby league was capped with some brilliant individual performances. What great memories of a real new era at the club eh?
A big thank you and well done to young Honey Yeaman who apparently turned up at a national book day event at her school last Thursday, dressed as a Hull FC player and carrying a copy of ‘2016 The Year of the Airliebird’. You had to bring a book and dress as a character in it and both book and ‘costume’ were entirely her choice. I guess she went as her Dad don’t you?
So, there we are, I just hope that win in West Yorkshire in the closest of circumstances somehow helps to galvanise our lot and get that spirit back. In the first half we looked like world beaters, but in the second when, for me, we lacked a bit of leadership, we resembled egg beaters. With 5 tries to 4 and conversions the difference, Wakefield will feel aggrieved however, we fought and fought to hang in the game and with a bit of luck from a missed conversion. Then the drama as, with his wife about to go into labour back in Brough and him liable to be withdrawn at any minute, ‘The Iceman’ kept his cool and did the rest.
Phewwwww! We needed that didn’t we and so we move onto Thursday against Warrington with more injuries and what appears to be a big task ahead. I really can’t call that one, but I need to catch my breath after last night first! That oh so precious drop goal win must have buoyed the lads no end. It certainly did me! Let’s hope this week we can somehow grab two more points eh? Thanks for your continued support, Stay safe!