Pedantic hat on, you can't put the 8-6 loss to wigan(you are still not forgiven Russell smith!) on this thread as it was at wilderspool.

For me pick anygame at KR against Stains in that wretched run of theirs against us

The 80-0 debacle remains uppermost in my mind, despite years of therapy, industrial strength drugs and Newcastle Brown abuse in an attempt to wipe it out. I stayed to the end, but only because my eyes had involuntrarily slammed shut with shock.

As for the others? Goodness, too many wasted Sunday afternoons to recall without descending into pits of despair wondering what I could have been doing instead, and with whom.

I remember us losing at Barrow in the late 80s - spending a Sunday in Barrow is a waste of an afternoon even to watch a great team performance but we were the antidote to greatness that day. Hunslet away also in the late 80's I think 11-10. Pick any god awful yorkshire town (Hello Featherstone) and I've probably witnessed Wire-related events that would triple the NHS valium bill.

Not strictly an away game but the one that still wakes me at 3AM in a cold sweat was the JP Final 87 @ Burnden Park v Wigan. Having demolished Widnes in the semi I fully expected us to do Wigan, and we failed miserably. Bish was suspended and Steve Peters & Ken Kelly just couldn't provide the spark. Also, it was a day so cold it would have sent an Eskimo sprinting to the nearest double-glazing showroom. In fact, it was so cold at half-time I urinated on my hands to try and warm them up. Not only did this fail to do the trick, and resulted in severe chaffing, but also meant I had to douse myself in deodrant before being allowed back in the car with my mates for the (long) journey home.

I was in that car too and you never owned up at the time You never learnt your lesson though, I remember you pouring red hot tea on yourself a half time at Odsal once to try and keep warm............I wouldn't have minded but it meant I only got half a cup of tea instead of a full one, and that was when a cup of tea was the most enjoyable thing about visiting Odsal.

For an intelligent fellow morrisey your attempts to reintroduce circulation to your hands are very frank Spenceresque. 80-0 was rather amusing by the end...any mid winter trip to thrum hall/post office road etc. Can't remember the score but remember john Bentley getting three or four tries for fax in an absolute mullering.

Bad Friday at Salford, 2005 or 2006 when the Jelly Baby ran the show.

Got to be KR away a few years back 22-0 at HT lost the second half 23-0 and lost by a point. On my birthday absolutely drenched in that stand about 15 miles away from the pitch

Halifax away 2002, 5 Briers drop - goals, and Daryl Cardiss winning it for them in the last minute... I think it was only half way through the season but that convinced me we were doomed to go down. Thankfully I was wrong. Huddersfield away in 2001, I think they scored 50 for the first time in Super League that day, we were abysmal, absolutely abysmal.

We played Halifax three times that season and Briers scored 30 points in total, 6 of which were from drop goals.

Station Road Challenge Cup semi final 1963 v Wakefield Trinity we lost 5-2 But should have won,Pickavance broke clear late on and with just the full back to beat and a 2 man overlap he had a brain explosion and decided to kick ,it went straight over the deadball line,many said it was was Greenough shouting "Pick Pick" for the ball that caused it but who knows.I still have never forgotten how gutted I was

This was mine too. Terrible day, game, loss, journey....

First ever PSG away game think it was 1996
Harris kicked the last minute winner from half way to win by a point
Lost in Paris on way back to hotel, chased by a gang of french Africans cos we ended up in a parisian slum, taxi pulls up thank "f"
Cost us millions of francs to escape... Worth every penny!!!!
Oh and first round of 4 pints of lager on the Friday £27 .....ooh lala
....and my missus wants to retire there D.I.V.O.R.C.E.!!!

Down horizontally?

Strange but he wasn't far wrong.
The sleet did blow across, there was no escape and no cover.
A truly dire Wire of a day.