All strange our highest attendance was againts leeds at 24k and our lowest was against leeds 10k, we have to break 25k this friday show that the bulls are still a force with a following that deserves them to be great once more.

Average of £15 a ticket with 25k people attending, means we should make £375k on tickets alone, just speculation on my part

What will i do with my collection of northern/bulls shirts going back to mid 80s that i have aquired

The week immediately after that game was incredible. The build up to the PSG home game where we lifted the Super League trophy in front of 17,000+ Bradford fans will never leave me. I do believe we won 68-0 that night as well.

Would have been even more but we missed 8 conversions too.

Paris did send their second team though - IIRC none of their Aussies made the trip, even though we played some mocking Aussie music when the their team ran out.

Could RL cope with the loss of the Bulls?
Would our rival clubs miss our large away following each game
We are a club that has it's financial problems at the minute admittedly but surely we can work our way out of this mess and actually come back stronger

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A lot of personal attachment for me with the Bulls (like so many):

1/ My first job was working in the shop at the Bulls while in 6th form. If you had a squad number on your shirt when they were announced at the start of Super League, I was the person who printed them that first year (96)

2/ Coming back from 26-6 down at Halifax to win 26-30 - the best comeback ever. Especially when stood with the Fax faithful.

3/ I met my other half at the Bulls and we've been married 11 years this time - we can't be the only ones.

4/ Every Grand Final we've reached despite the end result - to be part of such an occasion was magnificant

5/ Winning the Challenge Cup at Murrayfield and Cardiff

6/ One final (you may think quite sad) thing. At the Bulls match against Leeds in May 2010 we were expecting our second child and were stuck on choosing a boys name. From a try scorer at that match we decided on a name there and then, and our son, born later that year, was named after that player.

From the posts I've read on here and my own experiences, the Bulls have somehow become entwined with all our lives. They just can't cease to exist. They just can't.

Good job Tevita had left by May 2010!!!!!

Who did you name him after?

I'm intrigued too!
Our kids were going to be named Jimmy and Bernard after Bulls players, luckily for them though, they were both girls!

He's called Elliott, after Mr Whitehead.

We did like the name of course, but wouldn't have thought of it if he hadn't scored!

With the benefit of hindsight, maybe Tevita would have been good - he would have been the only one in his class...

this is my first post on here, why are the bulls worth saving ?, after years of being told that this is the year we are going to Wembley by my Father, after watching them lose 70 odd 12 against Wigan in the semi Final, watching Terry Holmes making his ill fated debut, seeing my favourites leave for other clubs, Hanley, Skerritt, Newlove... disappointment after disappointment.... then one Saturday afternoon in early spring in Huddersfield 1996 the dream came true... beating Leeds in that semi final, being hugged by complete strangers with 10 mins to go, knowing after years of disappointment we had made it.... seeing familiar faces of people you didn't know their name, but the same faces who had been through the same disappointments with you from being a young lad to man... that's why.. that feeling is worth £100 of my money 1000 times over. priceless

I was born and raised in Leeds, my family weren’t really Rugby League fans and Leeds United were my main sporting interest, winning the league in 1992 when I was 8. Around that time, my cousin had started playing for Northern – and I was very excited to see that he was playing on the telly. The opposition was Wigan, the venue was Burnden Park and our Alex was playing at full back. I decided then that I would support Bradford in rugby, but I didn’t know too much about it. I remember watching ‘Scrumdown’ on telly with my cousin, Alex’s brother, but that was about it. I went to my first game in 1994, a Friday night Sky game at Odsal against Castleford. Northern won and I remember it was very cold and running down the terracing near the tunnel when Northern scored.
I went to a couple of other games, but one game really got me ‘hooked’ - the defeat of St Helens in 1997 the week after the Challenge Cup final. Odsal was absolutely buzzing and like nothing that I had experienced before. As I got a bit older, I started going to more games on my own – I got a couple of my friends from school to go to games too – but most RL fans at my school were Leeds fans, so rivalry was fun. I cadged lifts and took numerous complicated bus journeys to Odsal and Valley Parade over from Horsforth.
The first final I went to was the 1999 Grand Final, gutted. I went to the 2000 Challenge Cup final at Murrayfield and the five consecutive finals. I went to Uni in Manchester from 2002 to 2006, so it worked out pretty well. I can still remember stomping through Hulme the night after Joynt’s Voluntary Tackle, sulking.

I’m so proud to be a Bull and it’s a grand old club, great young players coming through, a brilliant set of supporters – loads of people from in and around Bradford who are bonded by the red, amber and black. It is too much to lose.

I would miss the Bulls greatly & opportunity to post on this messageboard - I assume no Bulls means no RAB

It's been a constant in my life for nearly 40 years.
It has brought me more joy than anything other than family.
My whole life is punctuated by great rugby moments- success and otherwise.
Met my other half there. Married 15 years this time. Cut short our honeymoon to be at Wembley 97.
My kids now adore the club and the game.
Because quite simply I love them.

Great post - echoes so many of my memories - especially Wigan at Burnden park - got really really drunk that night and had to pay a big pnalty to the other half