... let Uncle Mugwump put things into context.
Whilst the Challenge Cup semi was admittedly a blow - no amount of defeatist sophistry can change the fact that we were four points down with fifteen minutes remaining.
Bear in mind that our props were forced into double-shifts because of the loss of two second row forwards. One of which was having no problems churning up yards against the opposition whilst the other has been our most potent try-scoring forward in the games he's played.
Bear also in mind that over half of Leeds' points were directly attributable to a single player, who is clearly not fit and unable to defend adequately.
I realise that many of you are completely unable to shake off your Leeds Inferiority Complex (from henceforth -
LICX) but I very much doubt that Leeds would have performed anything like as well had the boot been on the other foot.
The Cup is gone. Forget about it.
Right now we need to concentrate on winning games that are far more important than any we've played so far in the competition. Champion sides play the COMPETITION - not the opponent. Quite frankly I couldn't care less about three losses to the Not Champions provided we take home the prize.
Given the absolutely horrible fortune we've had with injuries which has robbed us of three or more key personnel in just about every game we've played this season quite frankly I'm amazed we are where we are.
Leaving questions about individual talent to one side -
this is UNQUESTIONABLY the most courageous Saints side in my lifetime. Last year it had similarly rotten luck and yet it clawed tooth-and-nail to the Grand Final. Then it had to contend with the minor inconvenience of having
NO PLAYMAKERS TO SPEAK OF for 78 minutes - and yet somehow, against all the prophecies and prognostications of the same old crop of doomsayers, it did what was "impossible".
So far this season we've turned in a similarly heroic effort. With all the crap we've had to contend with (no Walsh for half the season and now a crocked Walsh, the long-term loss of two of the form back row forwards in SL, the loss of what was a highly-promising full-back in Lomax to two cruciate ruptures, then the loss of his replacement - who also happened to blow out in similar fashion the season before, the loss of one of the most dependable and potent wingers in SL - then throw in all the other injuries such as Percival's etc. etc) the fact that we are a SINGLE POINT off the top is astonishing. No Saints side in my lifetime has ever scrapped as hard. Under Millward we regularly endured blowouts away from home. Even under Anderson - in his best season - we took some hammerings. This league campaign we've failed to contest two - maybe three games. Isn't that cause for celebration?
I really don't understand many of you. What PRECISELY do you WANT from this side? Or would you still be unhappy if we won every game - for ever more?
I can't stop you guys from whining and bellyaching like the runt jackal in the litter whose nose has been shoved out of the meat. But next time you feel the urge - spare a thought for the lads currently busting a gut - FOR YOU - under incredibly challenging circumstances. No side has EVER had to contend with playing a Grand Final without a single playmaker. And no Saints side I can recall has ever fronted up as courageously at this point in the season whilst having to contend with what seems like an unending injury nightmare.
If the season was over now I'd still be proud of this bunch. They are a team of CHAMPIONS and it's about time some of you gave them the credit they've surely EARNED and DESERVE.
Forget about Leeds. Let them think we're a spent force. Completely incapable of matching them in "all departments" etc. etc. Suits me down to the ground. With the misfortune we've suffered we shouldn't be anywhere close to the top of the table. Just look at Warrington. We have absolutely nothing to lose here. On the other hand Leeds must now win both the Challenge Cup & the Grand Final or be classed as one of the greatest chokes in the history of the competition.
I equate our current position to the end of the second act in Star Wars. Obi Wan Kenobi has been cut down by Vader and everyone is in tears. The righteous forces of the rebellion (us) are hopelessly outgunned "in every department" and yet our plucky heroes are making a last ditch stand - speeding toward the Death Star in their tiny X-Wing fighters with The Force at their backs.
"Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up. We're going in. We're going in full throttle."