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WAKEFIELD MAY 1999

Wakefield Wildcats 23 Saints 22


WE WUZ ROBBED
CHEATING BASTARDS
THE REF WAS BENT etc

All of the above I'd love to be able to say with honesty. But as you all know I never lie (except about the size of my genitalia)

We were stuffed by the superior side, the team that wanted the win the most. I don't think Saints were all that bad, it's just that Wakey were so much better.

Before kick off, my expectations were high, looking forward to a 50 point score against a team lingering at the wrong end of the league. I expected the Wildcats to become PussyCats in our hands, but alas, it was not to be. The Wildcats proved to be real tigers, ripping us apart in attack, and giving us a good mauling in defence.

It looked bad from the start, as Wakey took to the field sporting fresh skinheads (where's Davidson when you need him) I half expected the music that accompanies the tries to be "Lip up Fatty", with all the Wakey forwards doing the Skinhead Stomp - on Chris Smith's head preferably.

How shit does Chris Smith have to be before Hanley will drop him? To my reckoning he's had about 2 decent games all season, the rest he's just floundered and farted through, looking totally out of place. Cunningham and Newlove for me, had a decent game, they seemed to be the only ones making any ground along with Apollo in spells. Wellens had a nightmare first half dropping everything that came his way, but made up for it in the second with a well taken try.

I was well impressed by Wakefield, who never stopped going forward steamrollering their way through the Saints defences. Particular special mentions for Fawcett and Fisher who impressed no end with their blockbusting bursts through our floundering defence.

All in all, an average Saints performance and a superhuman Wakefield effort, with the scoreline flattering Saints at the end of the day. It would have been a travesty of justice had Tommy's last minute goal effort succeeded, but it was not to be - despite me selling my soul to the Devil in those last few moments.

Which reminds me - Did you hear about the dyslexic who sold his soul to Santa?

Arse of the Week

Chris Smith

Yes! At last I have found the new Danny Arnold. Someone to vent my venomous comments at week after week. This man is shite, and does not deserve to wear a Saints jersey. Buck up NOW Smith, or it's Batley for you my boy!