bless.

Seriously..it would have been a total travesty if Saints had got to the final...you're a very average team. Re-build needed. Bless Jon Wilkin..he does try.

We're Wires, we can take defeat on the chin like no other set of fans.

Do you begrudge us a little bit of fun? The saints mob would have ribbed us mercilessly if we had "bottled it" again. Only banter amongst the rugby league family.

Total injustice. Saints robbed. Officials a joke.

It should be a compliment that we're micky taking. It means a big deal to turn you over in that way and goes some small way to avenging those losses in the naughties. It's nice to see the tide turn against one of our greatest rivals and most successful clubs and that's supposed to be a compliment.

good post. I think you r about 3 or 4 players off being in a final again.

Wilkin is finished. I think Walsh is getting to the end of his career. Thought Roby had a shocker tonight.

At the moment, yeah

Good luck in the final

Saints fans should console themselves with the knowledge that they got this far by virtue of their teams fabulous skills, tactics, fitness, coaching, teamwork and exemplary adherence to the offside and play the ball rules, with no benefit of 50/50 calls, benefit of the doubt, luck or benevolence of the officials. Not only this but you have bravely and with complete dignity overcome the fact the RFL, Salvation Army, Cub Scouts and Bramley Ladies Knitting Circle are openly in cahoots against your club.

Thank goodness you are the torch bearers for all that remains good about our game, I doff my primrose and blue bobble hat to you.

Roby's the new Rooney I think. He's played too many 80 minutes over the seasons, often carrying us, and on top of his drive, now we're looking to him to be creative in a team so short of flair. He's trying to do the work of a forward and a scrum half and he's over extended and looks jaded.

agreed..the bloke needs some creative back-up.

I fear we might do the same to Clarke.

There's truth in that comment: Oh how I used to love the nervous anticipation of returning to my car after any match at yours in the last twenty years or so (barring a couple of years) to see what damaged had been inflicted.