Two aspects of the game I was disappointed with were firstly, the Leeds fans, and their extremely poor turn out. There only seemed to be around 2000 of the Ugly Thick Yorkshire Bastards there. Which is a bit of a disgrace when you consider they've just lifted the Challenge Cup. It could be that they've spent all their spare cash on Wembley (they have had 21 years to save though) and needed to keep some spare for feeding the whippets and buying replacement flat caps.
And secondly, Mr Cummings. I felt he had a half-decent first half (apart from all the lying on), but when he came out in the second it was as if he'd had a frontal lobotomy in the interval, missing numerous forward passes, head high tackles, and other misdemeanours.
The Leeds fans however, kept us all amused with their impression of a Large Budgie by chanting "CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP", unless they were referring to Sadfish' dress sense.
All in all a great result with Saints firmly planted on top of the Superleague, 8 wins from 8 games - can we go all the way ??? Only time will tell.
And……… hopefully by the time this column returns, I can report success with the Gordon haircut, and a fashionable Sadfish.
But
Like Wiganners
We can all live in hope.
* EXCLUSIVE *
I would like to now exclusively reveal to you a secret, that has unfortunately come out into the open after 2 months.
I am Greg Florimo.
Many thanks to all the sad pie eaters who have sent me e mails over the past couple of months, grovelling and blubbering like deranged idiots, and to those of you who have believed every word written by me (GREG) on the pie board. It was fun while it lasted, but I was sussed out by that master of deception, Phil "Webmistress" Halliwell when he was on one of his "ass-kissing" missions to the players social functions. He asked Greg about the messages he'd put on the website - to which Greg denied all knowledge.
Took you long enough Phil.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*ARSE*
(WELL AND TRULY SMACKED)
Considering they arrived at Knowsley Road as the recently crowned kings of the Challenge Cup, Leeds looked very second rate. Perhaps they'll blame the fact that Saturdays game took it out of them emotionally & physically, or was it that their inspirational leader "Face like a smacked Arse" Harris didn't get to play! Either way, they were 'dire' only showing promise when the inept Mr Cummings insisted on them playing 27 sets of six right after each other (and still they couldn't score).
Anyway, I digress. Before the game a few of us met in the Black Bull for a sip of ale, I say 'sip' because that's all I actually had. I was so nervous about meeting up with the infamous Duchess & Oval Balls that my hands were shaking quite badly, and I managed to drop my beer all over the steps to the beer garden. Anyway it was nice to meet you all at last in the flesh, (you can stop sending me those naked photos now Duchess), and for the record those present were Sadfish, Nick, Gordon (Hawkeye), Oval Balls, Duchess, Lobby and 'lil ole me.
Everyone agreed that Gordon needed a haircut. For a 50 year old man it was quite disgusting (can I suggest John's Barbers in Haydock), and Nick was his usual bubbly self - buzzing around asking everyone if they had an 'Adult Check' password, (you'll need to start shaving the palms of your hands soon Nick!).
So, off we went to the game- thankfully missing most of Neil Sexton's slot. The P.A. announcements about illegally parked cars are more interesting and have more interesting content than Neil's pantomime.
The first half was absolutely beautiful, flowing rugby with a man running onto every ball. Saints were totally committed to the cause. Julian O'Neill had an absolute stormer of a first half bursting through tackles like a man possessed, Kieron was back to his usual best again taking the ball up from dummy half to run rings around the opposition. And Newlove (welcome back Newey), came through with a couple of barnstorming runs to score a cracker himself & set one up for Sully.
Longy scored a couple of individual crackers and distributed well throughout the game, and well done to Tony Stewart who ended up with a couple that could have easily been turned into his first hat trick had he not passed to Atcheson to score in the second half, (much to the delight of Nick's trousers)
