Seriously, how bad are we? Forget all the excuses, we are an utter embarrassment. No fight, no heart, clueless in defence, toothless in attack, massively underachieving.

The pastings are back again. It is FAR too easy to get through our "defence".Clearly we have given up. Why should anyone bother? The players don't. The club don't.

Joke team.

Again. Hard to argue with any of that.

Ditto!!!

Eddie I think that was worse than pathetic

Spot on. Absolutely EVERYTHING is bad about the team at the moment. We need a change. Even if we somehow manage to get a miracle win against Wakey and all
6 points back. We will still be behind them on points difference. Can anyone see us beating Widnes, KR, Salford or Hull?

No

I was being generous. It is utterly shameful.

I feel sorry for those who travelled all the way to France for that.

Not playing like that , can't see us getting another win

This is the worst Bradford team i've seen....mind you, i've only been watching them since 1977.

It must be a game we haven't targeted for a win.

Stick a fork in us, we're done.

I'm surprised Cummings still has a job irrespective of the farcical ownership issues.

It's Cummins .... Agent Francis Cummins

I never thought I would see the day when Bradford would put out a performance as bad as that. I think the players should at least be playing for pride and showing some fight. As for Cummins, the only way he would make a good coach is to have his teeth removed and have some seats put in. Absolutely clueless!

You maybe never know what you're going to get with the Bulls, but the range of chocolates is very predictable and restricted.

I didn't think the pack did all that badly overall, but the box had far too many of our strawberry creams - that is, the soft belly of gaping defence holes, even early on when "fresh", coupled with the wafer thin mint tackles that a glass gnat wouldn't have trouble breaking through. Professional players should not consistently be embarrassed repeatedly like that.

Most of our attack chocolates were predictable and boring fudges. Even when we worked a good spell - was it six sets? - on their line, which was good, we never once looked remotely like we might capitalise and score.

And we inevitably threw in the now endemic procession of schoolboy howlers, like leaving a routine high kick to bounce.

It didn't help my mood to be reminded that but for Harrisgate, Leon would have been tormenting Cats and not vice versa, and but for recent meltdowns, Whitehead would have been in our pack not theirs. However, they would still have needed a squad who were prepared to break their backs for the cause for 80 minutes, and not stand around leaving it to others.

Shameful effort.