You know you've sht the bed when Kyle Amor scores against you.

Cas were in the driving seat at half time but they started the second half poorly.

The Roby try was the gamebreaker, and a very debatable one at that, but Matautia gave us a glimpse of the future - great play for Evalds try then a dumb, unnecessary penalty.

Steady rather than great. Cas showed their lack of gametime second half and the gamebreaking moment came with a huge dollop of fortune.

Cas didn't have a gameplay, other than give it to evalds

Price would have won that.

Plenty of feigning head injuries in that last quarter from Saints

Saints dominated the second half, lack of game time in the lead up to the final didn't help Castleford's cause. Overall, best team on the day won.

One win in eight finals for Powell now. Should fit in well at the Wire.

That’s just a joke before anyone gets upset!

Makinsons' was shocking, Shenton hardly touched him

I saw nothing to give me hope for next year, either from the incoming coach or our new signings, bar one kick and one brain fart from Matautia.

We might have a chance if we keep hold of our current conditioning staff. Cas ran out of energy & ideas after the hour mark.

Probably something to do with them not playing for two weeks (or whatever it was) I suppose.

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But on paper Saints should have walked it. If Cas hadn’t blown 2 chances before half time I think they would have won. Saints don’t tend to recover from a few scores down. The half time hooter did them a massive favour, as well as the potential knock on decision on Percival when Grace scored early in the second half.

Saints were the best team overall though, but Cas can be proud.

Cas' inability to set up for a dg before half time cost them big.

Yeah, this. We were shouting at the telly each time they got near to the posts in the last ten minutes of the first half, going two scores ahead would've changed the entire psychology of the half time team talks, with Saints likely beginning to consider the day becoming a rerun of their 2019 nightmare.

As it stands we had to endure seeing the walking corpse eamonn mcmANUS creeping around the pitch like an unwanted pervy uncle at a family do, in a plastic hat. No letters to the RFL. this year, I take it?