I actually went to Warrington with my family and although initially we thought there would be a 60 plus points against after the first ten minutes we did not at any time think the players were not trying. Had that been the case we would not have scored tries late on. Having discussed this point with other ardent followers we came to the conclusion that the players did not have the confidence to open up the play early in the game but once they relaxed we were much better. We actually 'bombed' three good tries so all in all we were more satisfied after yesterday's game than most of the previous matches.

Agreed. We had this under the dismal Mr Agar and it is a counter productive stratergy. 17 fit blokes with decent ability and good attitude can beat any team - we've done it to two of the "top" teams in the last month.

The effort was definitely on show today.

But we still need to work on composure.

Agreed. If this keeps up we may win another game before the end of the season.

Yes but only if we can manage to concede considerably
less than our current match average of circa 40 points.

As long as we score 41, that won't be a problem

True, it'll be the best game of the season. Bulls 41 Rinos 40

As can be seen by the lack of posts, nobody is bothered any more. We've been relegated with months of the regular season still to run, and while certainly there was effort to be seen, and I suppose there is still some point for pride and for Lowes, it's a weird feeling for me. I try to get excited but in fact the whole atmosphere is pretty flat and depressing, as the previous results have made it all such a depressing waste of everybody's time. That's the thing, we are going through the motions, but it's just not relevant to anything. Above all, if they'd put in a similar effort all year then we would not be relegated at this point.

I've never considered to the team to lack effort. Belief, well yeah, most probably, along with composure and any confidence in themselves [and those around them], but not effort. I agree about the fans; we've given it up - little wonder when you look realistically at where we are. I think, along with the team, we all thought, "oh no, not [iagain[/i" after Moore and his group packed it in at the start of the season and let's face it, the feeling of doom, hanging like the sword of Damocles, hasn't really lifted since.

I'm beginning to feel a bit sorry for Mr Green. Given the last two or three of years it would have been pretty impossible for [ianyone[/i to convince the fans, and maybe the players, that everything is suddenly alright now, so he really has a job on his hands. As a fan, I often feel that I'm just 'going through the motions'. I mean, I still shout, in impotent rage, at what I feel are 'bum calls', from the man in the middle, but then I just joke about it with the bloke in the next seat, there's no emotion anymore and I don't even feel saddened for a while, after we've lost, like I used to do.

I've wanted to bring the curtain down on 2014 for a couple of months now, and for me, it's pretty hard to blame the players for feeling the same.

This pretty much sums it up for me. It’s also starting to seep into my enjoyment of the rest of the sport as well – as in I’m just not bothered about it. Sometimes I don’t know the results of other SL matches until I read the League Express (and since I subscribe, that’s on a Tuesday!). The other week I didn’t even know the result of Saints vs Wigan until two days after it was played. Even two years ago in the middle of our first implosion I wouldn’t have missed Saints vs Wigan.

I’ll always love RL and I’ll always support the Bulls, but I need a break because I’m absolutely sick of this season. (Having said that I’m quite looking forward to London away. Should be a laugh, gallows humour and all that)

Looking forward to the London game, it should be a real party atmosphere, I'm sure they'll be up for it too. Conga anyone? Fans of both clubs, led by the stewards??

What about a conga led by the players

The players can't do the conga, as they find it too hard to get both hands on the person jogging in front of them.