Saturday, September 29, 2007

Old faithful...

No Grand Final this year, then. Ah well.

Post game blues addendum:

Peter Cook' s Alan Latchley, if he'd been a rugby man (rather than a Scunny man) would have said that rugby's a cruel mistress. She's a… she's a… she can make you laugh, she can make you cry. She can bring tears to me eyes. She can bring blood to me shoulders. She can bring a kettle to the boil. Oh, hell, Hull FC, battered and bruised and concussed, gave it one hell of a shot but just couldn't halt Wigan's inevitable, seemingly fatalistic, journey onwards. There were a lot of if onlys, and it was a funny old season. And it's all over for another year. A few months to lick the wounds and then, woosh, that sinking feeling will be forgotten and we'll be off again.

1 comment:

bazza27 said...

I can take losing when your team perform like that and go that close. I can't help feeling that whoever gets to meet St Helens will be just plain knackered though.