Glad Lockers is not being risked, need him fully fit for the cup game.

sam
davies, bateman, forsyth, marshall
williams, escare
navarette, powell, flower
isa, farrell
joel
clubb, sutton, tautai, ganson

Last night was a timely reminder of why we need a change and that this weeks announcement wasn’t the disaster many have suggested it is.
Waney has been great for us and his record for finals and trophies is excellent. But we’ve stank the place out most weeks for 3 seasons now. Most seem to think we’re playing fantastic rugby this season but in truth we tend to turn up for 20 minutes in each second half to rescue what has consistently been drab 1st half’s I often wonder why I pay to watch.
It was time that our shocking 1st half record came back to bite us, last night.

Waney will leave with a thank you and plenty of gratitude and well wishes from me, but I won’t be mourning the loss of him or his jobs-for-boys set-up. We need something fresh and I for one cannot wait for 2019!

Years ago I would have go really worked up about this result, but at the start of every year I tell myself there are going to be some silly away games where it just doesn’t go your way.

Massive game next week maybe one eye on it

Disruption, gildart late withdrawal then Forsyth of injured, Two back rowers in the centres

Didn’t get the bounce of the ball

Couldn’t get into the game.

On this winning streak we’ve won a lot of games we maybe should have, Widnes away, Catalan, Leeds so our luck has ran out

It is was it is, will all be forgotten about if we coming back with a big performance next week.


P.S KR were great welll worthy of there win and have far more injuries issues than us. Before anyone pipes up.

I can't let a Hull thread go by without quoting this wonderful post from another forum on the topic of visiting Hull:

WilyCoyote - 20 Nov 2013 20:06:25 ( #79 of 86)

My last visit to Hull was around 2004, to see a friend.

It was December, and everything was blanketed in snow. The train station in Hull feels, quite literally, like the end of England. There is nowhere else to go. It just ends in Hull.

We went drinking down Spring Bank and Spring Bank West.

The first pub we went into the landlord let us smoke dope. Then we realised the landlord was smoking dope next to us and nobody was really manning the bar. He'd just had his tea, he informed us, as if this explained everything.

The second pub had no tables. Around the sides of the garishly lit square room were cracked plastic chairs, clearly nicked from somewhere else. The locals perched on them, peering at us as we stood awkwardly in the centre of room. They eyed us curiously as they alternated between holding their pints or setting them down on the floor, unsure of which to stick with. There appeared to be no ashtrays, unless you counted the floor.

The third pub had the two drunkest women I have ever seen. And they were huge. I would wager they were 50 stone at least between them. Both lolled back drunkenly on one of the benches, their long skirts hitching right up. Neither were wearing any underwear.

The fourth pub had the angriest landlady I have ever seen. She had an argument with her barman, the police were called, and she stormed out cursing us all and threatening to return with a knife.

We went to the fifth pub. There we found the women from the third pub and the landlady from the fourth. They were friends. Inevitably. The landlady was now the drunkest woman I have ever seen. Thankfully she didn't have a knife.

By that time we were quite drunk ourselves and headed home with portions of fried rice and curry sauce for £2. My friend's house was one of those that comes fully furnished when you rent it. It had a black and white TV with a wooden case. We watched it.

The next day I got the train back to Doncaster. As we left Hull, I noticed the graffiti on the wall on the edge of the city - 'Lithium Joe, Welcome to Joe Town'. I still don't know what it means to this day. It may have been the crushing hangover, but I sort of felt like crying.

As we got nearer to Doncaster, the skies cleared, the snow disappeared and everything seemed better. 'Doncaster seems almost posh compared to Hull' I thought.

And yet, and yet.......it was the kind of fantastically weird and eventful and utterly bonkers night that only happens to you once in a decade.

And for that, Hull, I ing salute you.

Cas stuck 42 points up the same Hull KR team we caved into last week

Wane out !!