I can't wait. The week is dragging. It's all I can think about. Feel like a 6 year old waiting for Santa.
Not just the final, but the day, lead-up to the game, pre match, match, and hopefully post match celebration.

Missus turned 'round to me & my lad last night about 9:30pm and shouted "Will you two shut up about this Bl**dy rugby match. It's only Tuesday" .....





NO!

go easy on her...she simply doesn't understand

I'm s******g a sailboat, I'm that nervous.

It's only a game of rugby.

Looking forward to it but nothing has or ever will surpass the rush I got in Wembley 2009.
awesome.

Just think how bad you'll be when you've been watching 47 years Mark.

All this time and I thought you were a bloke I never realised you were a woman, people will be telling me Sally Cinnamon is a bloke next

Really nervous, have a feeling it is our time however! Wish Saturday would hurry up. Now the Wire

Certainly not, never watched it. I can't really remember much about it except for Myler's try (commented at the time that it was too easy), and the miserable trip home.

Are you on the right thread?!?

I'm more relaxed than a Rasta after 23 spliffs.

1. We're not playing our recent play-off nemesis, i.e. Leeds
2. We're in pretty decent form
3. When it gets tough, like it did in the closing 15 mins v. Hudds, we managed to "close the game out", and the most important bit


it's Wigan.
Now, I'm not saying they're scared of us, obviously they're not, but they do have a problem with us. We've had the better of them, well, since Morley's been in the team. Since 07, I get the feeling there's no fear factor anymore, whenever we've played them. Yes, we've slipped to a couple of defeats, but, we've given them a good few beatings. This breeds confidence.

I've said this many times over the last few decades, we've had great players, but, until say 2011, never a great team.
We've had o.k. coaches, but until Smith arrived, never one to get us to the "promised land".

We now have a great team and coach.
I fully expect to get home on Saturday night, poor myself an Aberlour (not great, but only £20 a bottle, atm), and toast a Wire Championship.

.......and I'm still relaxed.

We'll do it!