hesslefan wrote:
A few observations on last night just to get them off my chest.
A dramatic occasion being a Derby and in that weather but probably one of the poorest quality games of rugby I can remember seeing. If I see another game where all the tries are so scrambled and scrappy I will lose interest.
We were poor and Rovers slightly less so, so the best team won.
He was not the reason we lost but Hewer was poor. I do not watch Rovers so do not know anything about about Jewitt but what a cheap thug. At least a couple of late, off the ball tackles which along with the crusher tackle on Griffin and Tickle's charge in to Taylor's back when he was held should be reviewed by the disciplinary committee. If not then a few fellow professionals should give Tickle a good talking to down a dark alley because that was simply dangerous. I like Tickle from his time at Hull but that was poor. When Hewer called Scruton over for his second high tackle he seemed to give him a one word telling off - comical.
Wet slippery conditions so for god's sake why don't players carry the ball in two hands? Our ball control was pathetic and probably cost us the game. We made good yards and in the first half at least barely finished a set.
Our creativity in attack in the absence of Kelly and Connor is non existent. This is not a criticism of Sneyd who does a different job.
I would be happier with Crooks and Hall in our squad than some of the youngsters we have persisted with who I do not think will make the grade - not as regular first teamers but good back up squad members.
We are on a poor run but I am glad I am not a Leeds fan.
How does an 80 minute game last 2 hrs and 10 minutes?
The roof leaks above my seat in the West Stand!
Taylor was held, but not ‘HELD!’, so Tickle’s tackle was brutal but legal. It made me wince-smile, i’ll say that. There was nowt in the ‘crusher tackle’ on slapper Griffin, and i’ll be disgusted if that gets a charge... although not necessarily surprised.
Nothing personal, but the mental image of you with a monk-on, sat beneath the leaking roof made me snort-laugh, and turned an ordinary post into something of literary merit.
