The Dentist’s Diary – 563rd

“It’s the hope that kills you”, said the BBC Commentator and indeed it was, but in what became the Battle of Brisbane, England came so close and played so well, yet once again it was ‘Heartbreak time’, but we’re not that far off are we?

However, being not far off doesn’t win you trophies! Just as we have seen in the Super League and the Challenge Cup finale’s in the last two seasons, it’s the teams that can find a way to win the war of attrition in such crunch games that usually come away with the spoils. We did it in two semi-finals and two Challenge Cup Finals and Wigan and Leeds did it in the Grand Finals, whilst in the World Cup, Australia did it…. Again. Nevertheless, in the cold light of next day and watching it back again, it now looks to me like Saturday was a massive missed opportunity.

With O’Loughlin and Hodgson missing it was always going to be a big, big ask, but the lads did England and our domestic competition proud. Still the record will show another win to the Aussies and I guess that’s that! With Brown largely ineffective and Gale taking poor options near the line when we had all the pressure, we went so close. In the end our playmakers execution just let us down at a time when the Kangaroos were flagging and a massive chance for England to become Champions of the World went begging. The Aussies were out on their feet and ‘flying on fumes’ but we simply didn’t have the guile to get over the line and it was certainly very painful to watch the player’s reactions at the end. But, with an intensity akin to State of Origin and a massive effort from every player on show, what a great match it was!

Back home however it’s certainly again been a quiet week on the FC front, but that at least gives me the opportunity to share a few thoughts about our owner Adam Pearson and what makes him tick, I’ll also have a look at pre-season training and how it’s going and expand on my feelings about what’s been happening in the rest of the Rugby League this past 7 days.

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The Dentist’s Diary – 562nd

In a week when my Lightspeed and that of thousands of others went on the blink for 18 hours and KCOM apologised (while it was off) via their web site, when I also realised that Mr Mugabe must be a Yorkshire man, because his name backwards is ‘E Ba Gum’ and while Sleeping Beauty was being banned in some West Midland Schools because the Prince had not received the Princesses permission to kiss him, a rather large guy from Norwich managed to gain his own sort of notoriety by eating his own weight in Christmas puddings!!

All of which just goes to prove I guess that it’s a funny old world out there, isn’t it? However here in East Yorkshire, it’s been sort of bleak weather wise and pretty darn bleak on the news front too!! Still I’ve had a little ferret about and, I think, found a bit of interesting stuff for the Diary this week, which I hope you will enjoy!

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The Dentist’s Diary – 561st

Despite 7 interesting days of Royal visits, the introduction of a car that repairs itself, the premiere of some Brussel sprouts ‘that everyone will love’ (I never will!!), the turmoil of celebrity-less Christmas light switch on’s (why couldn’t the Queen to do it?) and the fracas surrounding baby Jesus sausage rolls (a storm in a tea cake for me), once again at Hull FC it’s been another quiet old week. At least the World Cup is hotting up a bit and although it looks to be heading for the predicted England v Australia Final, who’d have thought Fiji would do New Zealand eh? However, that apart, it’s still failing to really capture the national media’s imagination although I wouldn’t want to be in Huddersfield’s boots, trying to keep hold of McGillvary with at least three NRL clubs reported to be after him for 2018. All the while, back home here in Hull, down at the County Road training ground, the early arrivals are going through their paces while some of our senior players haven’t even had a holiday yet!

The news that Jordan Abdull was returning to the fold after a year on loan at Rovers came, when it happened back in September, as quite a surprise to me. I thought he would have stayed at Rovers as both he and the FC had moved on quite successfully during his 12-month sabbatical. He had developed into a bit of a favourite over on the dark side and they wanted to keep him, while we had moved on with Albert Kelly, Marc Sneyd and Jake Connor (with an occasional appearance from Carlos) having the half back slots pretty much sown up and well covered.

Lee Radford told me ages ago that he felt there was ‘Definitely something there’ with Jordan and a lot of the bar room sages had the 21-year-old pencilled in for loose forward, but overall on the terraces by the end of the 2017 campaign the general consensus was that he was probably unlikely to return. Even Jordan thought his move signalled the end when he revealed this week, “I first thought ‘I’m on my way out’. But I think that would be the first thing that went through anyone’s mind when you’re going across to the other side of probably the biggest rivalry in Super League,”

However, a heart to heart with Lee sorted that out before he left, and he added, “But I spoke to Radders a couple of days before going to Hull KR and he did say it was just for a year and they were going to give me the game-time he couldn’t offer me at that moment. I totally respected that because it was honest from him and it made me realise I could go there with an attitude that I was going to play week in week out. I wanted to show Radders I could play regularly and it worked because I went in with a good mind-set.”

So despite everything we all thought at the time, and a pretty horrendous injury mid-season, it was a calculated move and Jordan knew all along that that he would return, because if nothing else Lee always tells players how it is and is a man of his word. However, just how Jordan is to get the regular first team rugby he craves is a hard one to contemplate because there is so much strength in the current FC squad and Abdull is suffering as was Richard Whiting (and as does Jake Connor at times), with not being a player with an absolutely defined position. Jordan can play 6 or 7, a bit of 9 and as I say perhaps 13, but he is best at half back, although his chances of shifting Sneyd and Kelly are still even for the most optimistic Jordan Abdull fan, pretty remote.

Injuries come into it of course but it’s a real make or break season for Jordan in which he sets off into the unknown with a bit of a mountain to climb. It’s going to be tough for him and I’m pretty sure he’ll struggle to secure a ‘first choice’ place, but who knows and Radford certainly has faith in him and is giving him the chance. However, how he takes that is just another intriguing prospect in the forthcoming and pretty challenging season.

Jordan; in fancy dress!

Someone who has without doubt covered himself with glory in the World Cup is Mark Minichiello as he proved to be an inspiring captain to the Italian team. However, although a man of few words, earlier this week he certainly voiced his concerns at the short turnaround between the 2017 Rugby League World Cup and the new campaign. That led to Lee Radford admitting, as I alluded to last week, that this is going to be a fragmented old pre-season and that he will not give his key men too much game time, if any, during the friendlies. That, he said, will be the method he will utilise in an effort to keep them fresh for another long a gruelling season.

If the World Cup has its down time it’s great to see that Sika is certainly doing brilliantly as captain of Tonga.

I said last week that we will never have seen such a disjointed start to a pre-season and the Club is already admitting their official pre-season schedule will be much shorter than the five matches they played ahead of the 2017 campaign. That for me was far too long and just seemed to go on and on. This year, I believe that we will be playing the Dobbins as usual in early January and no doubt our deal with Donny on duel registration will mean a game there for the fringe players, whilst rumours continue to abound about a trip to Catalan and a short warm weather camp in the South of France. Because of all the issues I rehearsed last week, it is paramount that we don’t overdo it with the senior players, particularly with 4 in the World Cup. That becomes more critical when you consider that they, and the rest of the squad, will be back in Australia in February for Hull FC’s two-match ‘tour’ of New South Wales.

With all those distractions plus the journey Down Under, it’s obvious that Lee is concerned and it’s ‘into the unknown’ a bit, with the circumstances surrounding our build up to the 2018 season somewhat out of his hands. I think myself that he is very wary of the condition his players will find themselves in at the start of the season. He said on Tuesday last week, “It’s a unique preparation for the season with the World Cup and then the Australia trip. It’s not set in stone like it was last year where everyone comes together pretty much on day one. There is going to be a little stop-start feel to this one, but it’s something we will adapt to. We won’t be playing five games this time around that’s for sure. There is no Boxing Day as the core of our squad won’t be ready physically for that time at all”. It’s going to be tough isn’t it?

While the FC’s youngsters, Connor, Hadley and the fringe members of the squad started their pre-season last Monday, in a real insight into the stuff of what the average RL player is made of, it was interesting indeed to hear about the injury issues that Liam Watts suffered last season as he battled through the campaign. Wattsy is, like many of those other senior players, being held back after a long 2017 season which saw us compete in a game every week, with the exception of the Super League Grand Final. That will have caused a lot of niggles and little injuries for many players, but Watts also battled on with a nagging shoulder problem sustained in the third game of the season and then tore his calf in our 48-16 win at Castleford at the end of the Super Eights.

Liam was desperate to play at Leeds in the play-off semi-final and did so patched up but that in effect set him back even further, as he aggravated the injury even more at Headingley. Of that situation he said ““Whilst I didn’t miss any games due to injury last year I tore my hamstring in the final match of the regular season at Castleford so I had to work through it in the semi-final. It’s about managing those niggles and being able to be at your best week in week out. I wanted to contribute in the semi despite the small tear. I was in all sorts of pain afterwards and it’s only just coming back right now”.

Wattsy played most of last season injured!

The hamstring injury is doing well but his break from playing has been interrupted by a course of injections in his shoulder which it is hoped will see him avoid an operation. The 27-year-old admits the off-season is helping his body recuperate as he plans to avoid surgery before coming back in for training along with Bowden, Green and Houghton and several other senior players on Tuesday, 28th November. I like Wattsy, he’s a bit hot headed at times, but there is no doubting his commitment and passion and with a bit of steadying down on the temperament front he could still make the England side one day. That little insight into his year just shows what a tough life it can be for the average RL player.

I had to laugh at that Rovers article this week where they were celebrating selling their 4000th season ticket because quite frankly if you’re going to have a ‘peeing competition’ as to how many memberships you have sold in Hull for the 2018 season, then I’d be saying to them, “Try doubling that and then start shouting!” We’ve had a terrific take up so far!

Now, it’s a known fact that the marketers tell us that diversification is the watchword in developing awareness and widening the appeal of any product and it was great this week to see one of Hull FC’s most inspiring promotions (when the FC teamed up with Beverley Racecourse for a week-long of activities, which culminated in the Super League clash between Hull and Wigan Warriors at the KCOM Stadium) nominated for an award. The week included an afternoon at the races with something built into it for all fans, whether they liked racing or not. The Racecourse hosted a junior rugby camp and it culminated with a fun day before the game against the Warriors.

The week has been shortlisted for an award in the ‘Love of the Sport’ category at this year’s Showcase & Awards, which distributes the top accolades in the racing world. As the sort of thing that passes many of us by, I’m pleased the resourcefulness of the clubs marketing team (that is without doubt underfunded) has come to the fore as they are often the unsung heroes of Hull FC, yet they invariably ensure that we have news and comment everyday coming out of the organisation, even when there’s not much to report. They are certainly worthy of that nomination, although the lack of news thereafter probably meant that they weren’t successful, but well done anyway! I’m pleased they at least got a nomination.

Well if you’re a Hull City fan you must be slowly sinking under a flood of frustration and disappointment for as just as soon as the Queen has left town Assam Allam is back in the media blaming everyone else, as he tries to describe why the Club hasn’t been sold. In one fell swoop he abdicated responsibility and sited militant fans and the City Council owning the Stadium as the main protagonists. He said that the reason they hadn’t sold Hull City ages ago was nothing to do with their intransience, or inability to get one of several offers over the line, but rather down to “The stadium not being owned by the club and some fans give the impression they are very militant’ All making, he said, the club unattractive, at the minute, for buyers. It beggars belief really when you consider the fact that it was reported that consortia who have been interested, cite the goal post constantly being moved on the cost and the difficult negotiations they encountered. As for the Council owning the Stadium well what about West Ham , Inter Milan, AC Milan, Paris Saint Germain, the New York Yankies or Man City, will no one be interested in buying any of those Clubs? None of them own their own grounds do they! No, once again it’s all a contradiction in terms and as such if you’re a City fan the road to getting shut of the Allam’s, is without doubt destined to be a long one!

AS the World Cup continues towards the semi-finals, I sat for a while this week to contemplate the whole ethos behind what we had seen so far and you know like many, I think it’s a disgrace that Ireland failed to feature in the play-off games. They won two of their three group games, yet Samoa who didn’t even get a win under their belts still qualified. The flaw in the system is the International Rugby League Federations decision to prioritise typically ‘stronger’ nations, thus giving underdogs like Ireland less of a chance. It’s all a bit like Magic Weekend I guess, where they have decided what they think will make a more attractive competition to spectators, rather than giving all clubs a level playing field to start from.

Essentially, the whole thing needs a rethink – not a big one, but one that makes it fairer. Four groups of four, keeping the big boys apart, with two teams from each group qualifying would easily improve the format and enhance the overall appeal of it, while also giving more nations the chance to compete. The current system simply robs nations of the chance to punch above their weight and potentially cause an upset, which, recent occurrences have proved, are often the most memorable parts of any World Cup.

Whilst I’m on that competition it’s a sad indictment on where we are as a game when you read about the disparity in wages that the different teams are getting. Players that rub shoulders and even play in the same NRL teams are aggrieved by this and who can blame them when Tongan players have been getting $500 per game while the Australian stars receive $20,000 each time they feature for the Kangaroos. That’s a massive gulf but at least as with most things in this competition the Southern Hemisphere are rewarding their players somehow, whilst sadly with the debacle that has been the manufactured Northern Hemisphere teams, that gap in wages doesn’t come close to what ex-Hull KR star Tyrone McCarthy and his team-mates have had to endure with Ireland. We all saw his tweet this week in response to another twitter entry about the difference between Aussie and Tongan pay, where he revealed that the Irish didn’t earn any money at all per match during their World Cup adventure, which as I say, ended in the group stages. In fact, some players even had to take leave of absence from their Clubs and so were in fact massively out of pocket. That’s not fair is it?

So to other things and I noticed this week that former Super League coach Phil Veivers was the latest person to pitch their two-penneth into the debate about the effect the middle eights are having on player’s demeanours when he gave an interview on the subject this week where he urged the RFL to change the structure of Super League in a bid to prevent certain player’s mental health from continuing to decline.

The much discussed Million Pound Game, has come under fire for its uncertainty over player contracts, should a side get relegated, and Veivers, says that for him the sport’s governing body needs to look at altering the current system to improve the welfare of players.

Phil Veivers a worried man!

He said, “The reality of it is that it’s just like playing in a Grand Final, but the end result is that one team is going to end up with no employment and that’s what I find very difficult to understand. I’m aware that supporters want promotion and relegation but I’m pretty sure that there’s a better way of delivering that without the Million Pound Game. The stress and pressure that it puts on the individuals playing in that game is far and beyond what the results are. It’s not just about the players too. They’ve got their partners, families and kids, so that game can impact on up to ten individuals in the one family. It’s got me flabbergasted as to why the RFL want to put so much strain on the player in this one match”

I have reported in here over the months that several high-profile players, including Leigh Centurion’s Kevin Larroyer, who was part of the Dobbins relegated side in 2016 against the Salford Red Devils, have criticised the RFL for failing to provide any support over player’s futures when a team drops down a division.

On that subject Veivers continued, “Obviously, the RFL aren’t supporting these players because their contracts become null and void, so they’re not looking after them that way. They should have something in place whereby, if a team gets relegated through the Million Pound Game, 65% of their contract should be available for the next season, with funding or parachute payments to cover that.”
Many supporters, owners, coaches and players have, (in favour of the old licensing system), over the last two years called for promotion and relegation to be scrapped from the 2019 season onwards and it’s likely that the owners and the RL will be announcing the long-term structure of the game in the coming weeks. Veivers however appears to be adamant that adopting the old format is crucial if Super League is to become more respected and competitive in the years ahead.
Phil who is an ambassador for State of Mind Rugby League, an organisation which helps to support players struggling with the pressures of the game concluded, “I have always stated that I was right behind licensing. I thought it was a good venture; it gave clubs the ability to have a shot at the big league and gave them three years to consolidate their position. It gives teams an opportunity to buy more players. Quite often when teams are floating near the relegation places midway through the season, they are a bit more reluctant to throw out big money contracts on the top players, as they don’t know if they’ll be in that division next year. If they do go out and buy top players from here and abroad during the first year of their license, it will give them a better chance to be more competitive in the long run. What has happened over the last couple of years is a real indictment on the RFL in a way because of things that have occurred and I know several players who have bought houses and had to sell them. Guys who are out of contract have had a massive strain put on their mental health, and that has put a lot of them in a very dark place”.

The State of Mind campaign is a great initiative and was founded in 2011, following the tragic death of former Great Britain star Terry Newton, who sadly took his own life, aged 31. Veivers now believes that the RFL must act on calls for change to avoid similar instances of players feeling that they aren’t given enough support and security from those in charge of the sport. Interesting stuff I thought?

Now, there is little doubt that at present times are hard in our game. There’s the squeeze on incomes and rising prices making it tough for ordinary fans to buy season tickets etc, players losing their homes after being dumped out of their jobs after the million-pound game and players from the Irish and Scottish teams having to take leave of absence from their club and yet not getting paid at all by their international bodies for their appearances at the World Cup etc. etc. etc.

There is no doubt that life is tough in rugby league and there is not a lot of money around at all, however I am indebted to long time and loyal reader Alec Smith for the following insight into how the ‘other half live’ which is taken from an Australian publication last weekend. I’ve steered away from having a go at Nigel Woods so far in here, although I did, a while back, have a go at the boss of our game been photographed with his England RU scarf on, but quite frankly this just takes the biscuit or in Nigel’s case probably the full packet! Here is the article and make of it what you will!


“NIGEL Wood is the boss of the English rugby league on a salary of $536,000 a year. Not a bad earner for running what is a minor sport in the UK and travelling the world in his other job as chairman of the International Rugby League Federation. Wood has flown to Australia — business class of course — for the World Cup. That’s all fair enough. However, we were surprised to learn he flew himself to The Philippines last week for a holiday. One would think he’d be on the ground in Australia doing World Cup business especially considering the shocking performances of Wales and Scotland, two of the countries he is in charge of over there.

It gets worse.

Wood is about to step down as chairman of the International Rugby League Federation to become chief executive of the same body on a pay packet similar to his UK Super League salary. This paves the way for our other travel-loving official, Australia’s retiring independent commission boss John Grant, to become the new chairman of the International federation. It’s a farewell ‘gift’ from the independent commission when Grant steps down in February. With Grant in charge, rugby league has gone backwards in Australia over the past five years in attendances, TV ratings, participation numbers and all areas of finance.

Crowds and player registrations have gone backwards under Wood’s watch in the UK, too. The game is going so bad in the UK, there was a vote of no-confidence in Wood on where more than 5000 fans have voted. Now these two are about to run the international game and carve up a profit of close to $10 million from the World Cup. It’s just plain scary”

It’s a bit over the top I guess but the sort of journalism we expect from Down Under and although everyone is entitled to a holiday, come on! Have a break by all means but don’t take it in the middle of the most important tournament in the game especially while some players are actually losing money to participate; have some blooming sense Nigel. No doubt we can expect a new Club ‘The Manilla Thrillers’ joining the First Division in 2019!! It’s a bit like the Head of Selfridges going away in Christmas week for me, but it’s the bigger picture of his antics over the last few months that worries me the most, plus the fact that he doesn’t seem to have any sort of shame or indeed accountability.

Who missed all the tries!

With that new job he’ll be on around £500,000 (when he combines the two) and for me it all smacks of the old fashioned ‘Fat Cats’ syndrome where he does as he likes whilst the game goes to pot. I guess there is little we the ‘little’ cash cows at the end of the food chain can do besides sign petitions and wonder, but I worry about all this I really do and as Alec said at the end of his E Mail containing the article, “you couldn’t make it up really could you?”

So its back to Local Derby’s this year and I can hardly wait, can you? I was looking through my diaries at several games I remember well against the old enemy and some I’d forgotten too and picked one that you might not remember. So this week in Codgers Corner I want to take you back to one at the end of the 1991/92 season that’s not so well remembered and one that saw our Club in a bit of turmoil having just surprisingly sacked Noel Cleal the Coach. He had only a year previously, taken over from the great Brian Smith. It was a big surprise too because we had got all the way to the Cup Semi Final before being knocked out by Castleford.

The Hull FC Board of Directors had asked long serving member of the backroom staff Steve Crooks to become temporary caretaker Coach. We had lost 5 of our last 7 games a run that had led to Cleal’s demise and left us teetering on the brink of relegation. After the trials and tribulations of a bad couple of weeks, Hull were looking for the win they needed to ensure they stayed in the First Division but we faced a daunting task at Craven Park against the Dobbins who had themselves lost their last three games. It was certainly a drab afternoon and Spring had, that year, certainly not ‘sprung’ much at all and as the pitch was heavy and devoid of grass in places the whole game took on a bleak appearance. The team selection was an interesting one that day with young Andrew Mighty playing on the left wing and Peter Spring returning from injury to play at blind side prop.

Referee Connelly blew the whistle and we kicked off into a light breeze. Immediately our forwards took control and keeping the ball tight set about winning the battle down the middle of the pitch. Although he had been at Hull around 7 years Crooks was an East Hull lad and still lived at that side of the City, so sitting there on the trainer’s bench trying to mastermind a win against Rovers must have seemed strange to him. Hull soon showed a greater appetite for work than Rovers, and great tackling by Spring, Dannett and McNamara held them for long periods in their own half. Then on 15 minutes Gay ran from deep and sliced through the Rovers defence to be tackled 30 yards out by a last ditch effort from the home teams full back Mike Fletcher. In ran Greg Mackey and direct from acting half he hoisted a kick that seemed to stay in the air for ages. When eventually it came down it was David Ronson who rose to catch it and crashed over the line for Eastwood to add the extras.

The late Greg Mackey had a great game that day.

Ronson had fallen out of favour with the previous coach, but Crooks recalled him and after another 14 minutes of nondescript rugby had passed, it looked like a really good decision. Rovers were at last pressing our line and on the sixth tackle Paul Speckman chipped over the top but straight into Ronson’s arms. Our centre set off down the outside channel and ran 80 yards to touch down for Eastwood to goal again. That was it for Ronson because with the exception of those two tries we saw little of him in the rest of the game. He took both his tries with great aplomb but then faded badly, still we had a 12-0 lead and up front the Hull pack loved the heavy going, although we could not have asked for a bigger favour with Rovers opting to go down the middle instead of utilising their faster and more mobile back division. Ronson’s two tries did however certainly silence the Dobbins fans packed in the East Stand.

If Rovers needed some inspiration then they got it five minutes from half time when Barkworth, after fine work by Des Harrison and Hallas scored wide out and with Mick Fletcher converting at half time the score was Hull 12-Hull KR 6. As the second half started it was obvious that their Coach George Fairburn had changed the tactics as Hull were pressed further and further back by some booming downfield kicks by Wayne Parker. It was now a real war of attrition as Rovers continued to persist down the middle of the field and Hulls forwards led brilliantly by Jon Sharp had to work really hard to contain the opposition’s big men. Out on the wing debutant Andrew Mighty saw little of the ball whilst standoff half Stevens was on and off with an injured ankle and in the end, he was substituted by Rob Nolan.

As the half wore on it all got tougher and tougher. Rover’s Harrison’s pile driving runs were causing trouble in the Hull ranks and after Lee Jackson had stiff arm tackled him in desperation, Fletcher reduced the arrears to just 4 points with a penalty. Back stormed Hull KR. As Substitute Dean Busby saved a certain try when he pulled off an amazing stretching ankle tap on the advancing Parker and then the home side thought they had scored when Sodje ran in at the corner off a flowing movement featuring Harrison and Hallas. Referee Connelly had thankfully spotted a forward pass and as the Rovers fans goaded us and celebrated ‘a try’ we sang ‘The Red Red Robin song’ with the “‘Shoot the Basta*d” finale as we realised it had been chalked off.

For the rest of the half we tackled like demons although in fairness the Robins had few ideas and in the end it was only a half tackle by Bright Sodje that stopped Paul Eastwood scooting in at the Corner. As the light faded and the poor Craven Park Floodlights came on the referee blew his whistle and we had won. We had lost a lot of possession in our own half and certainly gifted Rovers the ball on several occasions although our tenacity and brawn in the tackle got us through. Steve Crooks our new Caretaker Coach must have been one of the only folks smiling in East Hull that night having masterminded a victory that kept us in the First Division for another season.

Rovers had scrapped their match day programme that year and instead produced a newspaper for each game. As I left the ground to go and see if I still had any wing mirrors left on the car, I noticed a copy of the paper blowing around by the gates. The headline, commenting no doubt on George Fairburn’s first year as Hull KR’s Coach said, “He’s Loving Every Minute of it!!” not that day he wasn’t!

Well you all know how much I enjoy a good tale of Rugby League and particularly one that encapsulates just how much the old game has changed over the years. So, there I was in the Dog and Duck in Beverley enjoying a pint next to a roaring fire and I got talking to a guy whose name was I think Arnold Hinchcliffe who was, he informed me, 89 years old. After an opening gambit of “You’re the bloke who writes the books ain’t you, I read the first one twice but didn’t think much to it!!” However, he certainly had a brilliant memory for all things Hull KR, a team that he had been supporting since he was five years old. He had some great memories of Derby games as once again, as so often seems to happen, I wished I’d spoken to him before I wrote the Roamin’ the Range books. However, a great yarn was forthcoming when we got to talking about teams that were no more, like Broughton Rangers who he remembered being rebranded to Belle Vue Rangers when they moved from Salford to the site of the famous Belle Vue Zoo in Manchester in the 40’s.

I told him how I once went there on a trip with Chilton Street School and he then told me a great yarn about that Club and its connection to the zoo. He related that in 1948 the Club sold their star player and international winger Stan McCormick for a then world record fee of £4000 to St Helens. This rather amazing 89-year-old then went on to tell me that he had met Stan at Craven Park after a game in the early 50’s where the Saints player related a great tale about his time at the Belle View Rangers. It appeared that when he knew he was to be placed on the transfer list Stan asked to see the chairman to ask why the biggest attraction on the rugby field back then, was to be sold.

The Chairman told McCormick that Belle Vue had two massive attractions, Stan the rugby player and Rory the most ferocious Lion in the Country. Sadly, for Stan the company had to economise and according to the Chairman because the public queued seven days a week to see Rory and only once every other Saturday to watch Stan, he was the one that had to go. What a bloke old Arny Hinchcliffe and thanks for the stories. I’ll be relating a few more of his tales in the future in here! However, I have to say having read what I’ve just written, it must be quiet on the diary front at present!!

So, when will we be signing Fred Smith or Bill Jones? I ask that question because with the superbly talented players we bring in as a club from far afield and across the world, there invariably comes the added issue of names that you either can’t spell or can’t pronounce. Over the years we have seen several players that have been a challenge in that direction right back from the early 60’s, when pronouncing Nan Halifihi was a bit of a challenge for my old Mum and Dad! I really was relieved when I found out that Iafeta Paleaaesina was affectionately known as FEKE and writing this every week, I was thankful when Tuimavave was happy to just be known as Carlos! But these are great players and the arrival of Burita Faraimo is exciting too. However, he seems to be bringing new challenges to some and last week one eminent fan whom I was with actually referred to him as Burrito Far-away-mo; too much junk food there me thinks guys!

Now, big congratulations to my pal James Clark, his partner and their new baby ‘Clarky 2’ (a future FC scrum half apparently), they’ve all had a tough old time, but the little guy it out of hospital now, just in time for pre-season training. Well done to you all and keep believing! It was also great this week to hear from around 30 readers with different views, messages and suggestions for future topics in the Diary. Thanks for all your support and for you continued patronage of this drivel, I’m sorry its quiet but I’m doing my best! Let’s see what next week brings eh?

Thanks for reading another Diary and for sticking with me for another week, I’ll speak to you all again next Monday!

Faithfully Yours


The Dentist’s Diary – 560th

Hello and welcome back to the Dentists Diary, as we steam on towards Christmas and the 2018 season. I had hoped that things would have picked up a bit by now, but as the tumbleweed continues to blow across the local RL scene, across the domestic game things are slowly cranking up as teams start to recall their players for pre-season training. All the while the World Cup grinds on as the only action at Hull FC seems to be amongst the fans who are snapping up shirts, Season Tickets and black and white Christmas presents in ever increasing numbers.

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The Dentist’s Diary – 559th

So here we are, the last Diary for three weeks and judging by the lack of activity that we have seen forthcoming from our club of late, then perhaps a break is a good idea. What a great season 2017 was though and although not as significant as the previous historic campaign, we still have a trophy in the cupboard and what’s more I’ve really enjoyed an absorbing campaign following the Club we all love. After last week’s look at what could happen next season if we ain’t careful, this week I’ll have a look at a couple of interesting areas and developments within the game and in Codgers Corner there’s a look at happier times at Leigh, back in the early 1980’s.

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The Dentist’s Diary – 558th

Season tickets are on sale, Old Trafford has come and gone and the lads are off on their holiday and despite the up-coming World Cup, it has all now got a real end of season feel about it, hasn’t it! However, this year, with that Tournament, it’s going to be a truncated closed seasons spanning either side of the four-yearly bun fight that is our premier international extravaganza, which kicks off at the end of the month.

But closed seasons always bring out all sorts of traits in the fans and this week there have been a lot of folks out there, probably fuelled by disappointment, who have been expending time and energy comparing us with the eventual Grand Finalists. Several I have spoken to have been despondent because we weren’t at Old Trafford and lamented the fact that we haven’t won everything on offer. In fcat I guess as the teams lined up to be introduced on Saturday night, none of us could really fail to have not thought, “That could have been us!” However, as Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Comparison is the thief of joy” and although I was a bit fed up myself after the Headingley finale, I’ve avoided much of that and I still feel 9 days on, that 2017 has been a pretty good season.

I guess the fact that we aimed from day one to peak at the end of the campaign and then didn’t quite make it, is a bummer, particularly because I think that those grumbling fans have a point when they say that we were the best team in the competition ‘on our day’. Nonetheless, as often happens when you put your eggs in one basket we came a cropper and fell at the last hurdle, simply because on that Friday night in Leeds it wasn’t ‘our day’!

But, of course we didn’t quite put all those ‘eggs’ in that ‘basket’ as we won the Challenge Cup again and that has to count for something. The British game boast just two real trophies, we win one of them and get within a goal kick of competing for the other and people are saying that it was a disappointing year. Well if nothing else, I guess that just shows how far we have come and how high we’ve all set our sights this past season. Yet we have won a trophy for the second straight year whilst leading clubs like St Helens, Warrington and Wigan all went home entirely empty handed from the 2017 campaign.

I had a great time at Wembley and experienced some gripping encounters on the way there and indeed at the end of the season, which for me make for some fine memories from 2017; not fine enough this time around to write a book about, I’ll grant you that, but good memories just the same. One things definite though and that’s the fact that I’m ready for a bit of a rest now and quite looking forward to all the rhetoric, intrigue and anticipation that the closed season brings.

However, as I’ve been accused of being a bit of a ‘Happy Clapper’ of late, this week, as the dust settles on that 2017 season, I’ll have a look at the miscellany of problems, plusses, issues and pitfalls that I think face Hull FC as they tackle the next campaign which could well be fraught with difficulties.

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The Dentist’s Diary – 557th

PRIDE; (mass noun). A feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of one’s close associates, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired by you and your kindred spirits.

So says the Oxford Dictionary and boy, despite the disappointment, once I’d ‘boxed off’ the frustrations and wiped away the tears I was very proud on Friday night and I’m so, so pleased that I’ve been honoured to witness another quite amazing season. How my Mum and Dad and thousands and thousands of FC fans that have passed on, (some of whom you’ll remember well), would have enjoyed these last two campaigns. Yeh, I know we have had some hard to take defeats and a few disappointments, but boy have I had my £185 worth of ‘season ticket’ over the roller coaster that was the last 8 or 9 months.

Playing there with the very best, right at the top of the British Super League for most of the season, before in the end falling just two points short of glory, saw us destined to not live out the dream next week at Old Trafford. Nonetheless, we have the Challenge Cup and wow, what a season and again what an effort it was to get that far! I was gutted after Friday, of course I was, but in the afterglow of that defeat I realised that it was simply a case of tons of spirit, tons of endeavour, but not quite playing as well as we know we can for the full 80 minutes on the night. In the end fatigue took its toll and come the final hooter as is often the case at Headingley, it was ‘Close but no cigar!’ But all the same, what an effort eh?

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The Dentist’s Diary – 556th


Still battling, still hoping and still alive!

Whatever anyone says and whatever else happens, it has been an amazing two years! Two Challenge Cups back to back, four semi-finals and three Man of Steel nominations in two seasons is pretty unprecedented at any Club, never mind at the FC. And it ain’t over yet!!

We are back in that ‘bubble’ where we are challenging for a place at Old Trafford, as everyone, with the exception of the best four clubs, are left to look on. It’s a place we are beginning to cement for ourselves at the very top end of the British game, because now its ‘official’, last year was NOT a flash in the pan and whatever happens on Friday, it’s been another tremendous season when it’s been great to be an FC fan.

Before you read on any further, just pause for a moment and dwell on how lucky we are and how much we perhaps take for granted, particularly when you consider just where we have come from and how good an FC side we are now watching. This is our best team and our best set up since the 1980’s and if time travel were possible, I would love to transport every reader of this Diary back with me, so that we could all sit in the East Stand a few years ago in the reign of Auntie Kath and Richard Agar. Then perhaps we’d all realise just how far we have come under the Radford, Ellis and of course Pearson regime.

As fans of any sports team there are always hard times in which we crave success and distinction and often wonder if it will ever come our way. In fact, for many supporters of many Clubs it never does manifest itself at all. However, for us lot it’s here, we have won ‘the unwinnable’ …twice, got within 80 minutes of Old Trafford twice in the same two back to back seasons and in the process, shut up the protagonists across the game and indeed more importantly those ‘Dimwits in the East’, completely.

You might be different to me, but I’m still finding the significance of all this hard to rationalise. We might see the end of our season this weekend, who knows, that’s sport, but the prospect of our Club becoming a force in the game is now, I believe, a real one and the dream is no longer a fleeting fantasy but fast becoming a reality. The problem is, it’s all happening around me and I don’t think I fully appreciate just how good this all is? In essence I suppose being positive isn’t something the rank and file of FC fans are particularly good at, for time, disappointment and adversity have made us very wary of that scenario indeed. Negativity seems to have crept (stealth like) into all aspects of modern society and I guess I’m no different either, in fact, I think in the end, when it comes to trying to explain just how good we have become as a team, even I found it easier when I was kicking off and grumbling because we were crap!

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The Dentist’s Diary – 555th

ONE hell of a battle, TWO precious points, THREE departing Heroes and ‘FOUR Seasons in One Day!!!’

Three real heroes depart but how are we going to replace them at the Club?

It was as tight a game as you could ever imagine and excruciating to watch at the end. However, it was also 2 points that kept our season alive ….but only just, although there were certainly 3 departing heroes out there who were worthy of all the accolades they received. Nonetheless, all that said, what a nerve racking night it became. It was a game that firstly plunged us all to the depth of the way we played four seasons ago and then raised us again to the heights of the best of the fighting spirit we have shown in the last two campaigns. In fact, it was a match that spanned 4 years of FC performances in just 80 minutes of rugby. It was good, it was bad and at times, boy was it ugly! But after a game that certainly was ‘Do or Die’ we are still alive, but only by the skin of our teeth.

Of course, in the bigger scheme of things, I guess you couldn’t ask for more drama as a neutral and the TV guys got what they wanted as far as the much vaunted jeopardy was concerned. However, for us lot, sat with our heads in our hands, it was, in that last two minutes, almost impossible to watch, for then, it was only Minichiello’s heroics, charging out of the line to somehow defuse those two drop goal attempts, that got us home.

The week ahead will certainly be a nervy one as we all become a Salford supporter for a day and it will be a good old fashioned time for the fingernails as well, as the fans nervously bite theirs and the team prepare to fight and scrap as they just hang on by theirs!!

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The Dentist’s Diary – 554th

FIRSTLY …..what a wonderful performance that was!!!

On Friday night I was proud to be there, even in defeat. In fact, in hindsight it was a game that we should all have been remembering for years and one that we might well have been talking about in the pubs and clubs for generations to come, because that’s how good 12-man Hull FC were and how close we came to a famous victory. However, as the mists of time gather around the 2017 season, I don’t now expect it will be that memorable at all really, because even after circumstances saw us fall just short of a historic win, as usual we left the match talking about just one thing; an uninspiring display by the official. AND this one really was uninspiring!

Whilst we should all have been marvelling about that wonderful Fonua try, when a brilliant pass back from Connor saw our winger run over the opposition to score, or another wonderful and at times mesmerising showing from Albert Kelly, instead once again it was same old, same old as we walked home. After the farce of Ellis’s sin binning and suspension and Burrows thuggery at Leeds last week, which very likely robbed us of two points, it was business as usual on Friday as we were once again robbed of a win by ineptitude and a referee that completely lost control of the game and the players. It’s not about the big decisions but everything that goes on in the tackle and on the floor and with the niggle and leg lifting all of which he ignored completely. Mr Hicks was, in that first half, reduced to ‘ad hoc’, ‘on the hoof’ decision making and appeared at times to be just making it up as he went along.

When back home in the cold light of your own easy chair you watch it back and listen to the platitudes of Cummings and Co always defending the referee whatever he does, you realise that the heat of the moment and the reality of watching it all unfold in real time at the Stadium, does make you a tad biased. However, there was still so much going on in the contact and on the floor and off the ball that the referee either ignored or blatantly misinterpreted that it was at times nothing short of a travesty.

Seldom have I seen such an animated crowd and rarely has the support at the KCOM been more vociferous and passionate and in turn I think that was all instrumental in our magnificent fight back in that second half. Get that response every week and it really would be fortress KCOM, but sadly it was all ignited in the first place, not by that gargantuan effort, the sheer will to hang in the game or our lad’s obvious passion and wanting, but by frustration at the total ineptitude of the officials. It was something that resounded around the Stadium both on and off the field; Mr Hicks lost control and Tomkins took over, oh boy, what a bloody mess our great game is in!

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