Get up to Yeadon late morning, have a coupe of drinks up there and grab some food. Then hop on a big Yellow JB double decker and head to OT at 1. Hopefully the traffic isnt as bad as last yer because my bladder couldnt holdout

food - drink - rugby - banter

Great stuff. The only way your day could improve is if you bumped into me.

They certainly did in 2007 when we made the made dash across the 62 after leaving before the end of the football, never again we said and are sticking to it. We also made the journey from a lunch time kick off at Peterborough in 2008.

Not sure about 2004 but that was before our current run of not missing LUFC - 353 consecutive games and counting stretching back to January 2006 for what it's worth.

There's only you thats counting you know, and no-one else would know if you missed one.

By the way, when my driver reads this could you ensure that you put the kitbag in the boot of the Beemer before you collect me please, I don't want to have to bring a nosegay with me.

I know, sad isn't it!

Ill also be missing my first Leeds grand final, got plans that I cant get out of! Gutted! Will be watching it on the tele tho!

jonesy's a legend and the stanningley boys will be on the train out of leeds at 9a where,large ammounts of beer will then be drunk around numerous bars in manchester city


you'll spot us all very easily as we will all be wearing our mutton chops

i'll look for you. i'm moving the daughter into her new house early doors so i won't be setting off till 2ish

Surely specially made rosettes?

Rosette making is confined to Wigan.

They are currently counting the cost of their arrogance with 25,000 2012 Grand Final branded Cherry and White rosettes being currently stashed away with the Chocolate fireguards in a warehouse in Ince.

Wake up to a cool crisp Autumnal morning. Work out my layering system for the day ahead and feast on a hearty breakfast, protein,carbohydrate and fibre in vast amounts. Watch my wife change her clothing 10 or 11 times then head off to Whinmoor to pick my old fella up for a late fitness test on his nackered knee. It's the Grand Final, we'll pump him full of cortisone and head off to Methley to pick my mate up. There may be a few Castleford stragglers out that way so any Cas shirts will receive our best wishes and accompanying hand signals as we leave the enclave. A couple of beers in scumchester before we alight our vehicle and head towards an offy for some strong Polish lager near Old T. Drink said beer "Eric Morecambe" style so as to fool the local plod before we enter the "Theatre of wet dreams" to roar the blue'n'amber onto another Grand Final victory. If there's anything important I've forgot let me know.