Paul: Barman I'd like lots of your finest beer please....
Barman: Certainly sir...You sound a bit hoarse....got the flu
Paul: Not exactly!
Wooooooooooooooooooooo!
Next?
I'd like Leeds please God (or Featherstone, Keighley or Oldham, but we
have to be realistic).
Three "Super League" sides out of the way now...
Thought we were ***y impressive 2nd half....really pisses me off that
we went down to 12 men for a technical offence that could have cost us
the game when the likes of Sculthorpe can elbow his way through eighty
minutes and there's two spear tackles. That's four separate incidents
that could have hospitalised players and we gain twently metres from a
penalty yet one flop/holding down after a break and we lose a man.
Ah well....I'll leave any sour grapes to others.
Thought: When are people going to start taking us a bit more
seriously...
I'm off to consume some fermented sugar in unusually large
quantities....
Paul
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