The Widnes game you are referring to is one of my favourite memories. Joe Grima had had basically mullered our soft c*** forwards for the previous two seasons and finally, along comes Craig Izzard to provide a healthy dose of his own medicine.

The interesting thing about Izzard is that he wasn't that highly respected in the ARL, possibly because he was over shadowed by his brother. For us, he was a revelation.

That entire Widnes pack beat Leeds by looking at them. Sorensen, Koloto, Mckenzie and Eyres (who turned into another waste of time when he signed for us)

I started going to watch Leeds in 1982. I think a lot of my memories have already been mentioned, but a few others include :

ET's "chip" that didn't quite come off against Widnes
Going 10 nil up against the Aussies, I think in 1990 ?, was so exciting. But losing 22-10 in the end.
Going back to the cup game against Widnes when there was 26k there and being mesmerised, for some reason, by a massive Skull and Crossbones flag the Widnes fans had.
Schoey's 4 tries versus Wigan.
Carl Gibson's side step, Roy Powell swallowing his tongue (what a true gentleman he was by the way), David Ward and "The Wall" from a tap penalty, and finally the 50-14 victory versus St Helens after losing David Cruickshank to an early sending off, John Bentley and Phil Ford were on fire !!!

Does anyone remember Schoey's trick of kicking the ball straight back into his hands?

I don't know how many times he actually did this but we used to do it all the time in practice.

The A-team games on a Friday night still remain a highlight for me. We used to get free fun of the Stadium in those days. Starting off in the Southstand before ending up sitting in the posh seats in the North Stand

I'm sure I attended a mid week game vs Cas that ended 8-4 I think to Leeds, with no tries?
Loved the cup game vs Barrow when they scored first, and the scorer milked the applause from south stand. Leeds won easy I recall. Big score I think.
Remember Jim Fallon scoring in the corner during a rare Leeds win over Wigan
Most surreal game was the big score draw vs Hudds. 46-46 or something stupid
70-0 vs Saints was hell of a night.

Always remember Kevin Iro handing off Jonathan Davies as he ran down the middle of the pitch , jiffy trying to keep up has he got repeatedly got pushed away , managed to get IRO Shirt last game of the season at halifax away when we survived relegaton all the fans ran out the pitch and the leeds players gave there shirts away to us ,

Other favourite moment paul sterling try full length of the south stand against ADelaide , big crowd and atmosphere and a glorious sumers evening

Standing in the freezing cold waiting for Bridgend to turn up for a challenge cup game.

Signing anyone from Bradford, Wigan or Widnes and generally being disappointed by the time their careers finished

The songs. "Green green grass of Headingley" and "You are my sunshine" and "Keep right on" and "What a referee" as well as just "Marching on together" and various Vieira knock-offs. And no fecking band.

Anyone remember Leeds v Cas circa 1993/4, Headingley, Boxing day.

Steve Molloy and St John Ellis both gettin their marching orders for a dust up.

Ellis chases Molloy down the tunnel and the South Stand erupts as we all get a clear view of them both knocking lumps out of each other half way down the tunnel.

Bring back the Biff!

They scared me too - and I was stood at least 100 yards away with a couple of thousand other people stood between me and them.

I suffered through the 80s and 90s and it is for that reason I am more than happy to give the current set up (inc McDermott) the benefit of the doubt because, unlike the days gone by, they have delivered unparalelled succes.

Anyway, jumpers for goalpoasts etc; I remember the excitement an off season would bring. Big new shiny signings all promising (and failing) to finally deliver us to the promised land. I remember being genuinely excited that the likes of Rob Ackerman, Mark Brooke Cowden and Simon Irving would finally push us past Wigan. What a young fool.

I remember smoking in the Southstfnand as a cheeky youth. Cigars and Xmas jumpers (and a hip flask) for the meaningful boxing days games. Anyone recall Steve Molloy and the late St John Ellis fighting all the way up the tunnel, goodwill to all men eh?

Anyone remember the Yorkshire cup quarter final against Northern when Paul Medley came off the bench to turn the game? It's been discussed before but the brutal tour match against Auckland when Garry Schofield made his debut.

I was discussing this with Bullseye last night, when I started watching rugby it was big, brutal men, older than me and all to be respected, fareaed a little and revered. Now it's young boys. The social media age has a lot to answer for. How can I revere and admire Zak Hardaker and Ryan Bailey in the same way as ET and Roy Powell? I'm sure they too went to "smash nando's with their Bra's" but I never read about it. They were just tough, skillfull men.

Nostalgia, it aint what it used to be.

Ah the moderately glorious late 70s - David Ward and John Holmes leading the way, Alan Smith and John Atkinson alternately rampaging and gliding down their respective wings.

The 80s - the decline under Dewhirst, culminating in some fearful beatings against the likes of Leigh. The revival of the Bamford era, the JPT win at windswept Central Park, the silken skills of Bell and Currie, the brute force of Grothe. Finishing a narrow second to Wigan in the league under David Ward, denied the title thanks in no small part to Robin Whitfield.

The 90s - the shiny new era of Doug Laughton, cheque book coaching and a smattering of young talents from the newly formed Academy setup. The poor management that led to it all falling apart, and a team of valiant but limited young men under Dean Bell almost losing our top division status. The acquisition by Hetherington and Caddick that turned the supertanker around, ending the decade on a high at Wembley.

The 2000s - near misses at Murrayfield then Cardiff, finally glory at Old Trafford, repeated more times than we dare dream. The constantly elusive Challenge Cup. Watching a group of young men grow up together into one of the most successful sides of any era.

It's been a fun old journey, through Saltergate, Swinton and all sorts of long forgotten and now demolished stops in between. Wouldn't have swapped it for the world, even with that bloody Bridgend game.

I feel the same way but that's not the social media age, that's just age. I'm sure ET with his shoulder-length hair and suspiciously good looks looked like an absolute ponce to a 50-year-old who'd been a boy watching Arthur Clues.