Hats off to the smallest member of the first team squad this evening for proving that you don't have to be big to play rugby league, but you do have to be daft.

Really Robert, waving your hands around, shouting behind the windscreen and staring daggers at the motorist who blocked your exit from a side street onto Kirkstall Hill whilst queuing at traffic lights (not their fault, you were the one emerging from a minor road), is a wonderful display of the sort of dense-ness required of professional RL players these days, especially enforced by the fact that you were less than a quarter mile from HQ, your conk stands you out in a crowd - AND YOUR NAME IS PLASTERED ALL OVER THE SIDE OF YOUR CAR.

Road rage, its not big and its not clever, in fact, its small and dumb.

And no, it wasn't me doing the blocking in, it was me in the car behind laughing my head off.

Classic, some video footage would have topped off the story.

Apparently he goes big on the caffeineated energy drinks, maybe it's time to cut back.

There could have been two of him inside the car, one stood on the others shoulders to see over the wheel, like munchkins when they drive.

Booster seat and blocks on the pedals mate

he was Clyde from the Ant Hill Mob in the Bulletproof Bomb number 7 car

you hould watch the getaway power of his car