Here’s how playing Saints has gone for a typical Wire fan over most of the last 17 years:
Look at Saints’ poor form heading into the game and hear all the Saints fans whinging about how toss they’re playing and swearing they’ll lose convincingly, and think to them self ‘we have a chance tonight’
Look at the team sheet and see there’s no: *Martyn/Long/Cunnignham/Wellens/Newlove/Lyon/Gidley/Joynt/Sculthopre/Cunningham/Wilkin
*(delete as appropriate)
Then see that they’ve been replaced with some unheralded, no-mark kids and say, ‘we’ve got a chance tonight, I’ve never heard of half these muppets, I mean who the fudge is:...
Roby/ Graham/Lomax/Clough/Bennett/Eastmond/Gaskell/Wheeler/Foster/Tyrer/Dixon/Armstrong, Magennis, etc’
Then, said no-mark kids all have stormers (even if they turn out to dog poo at rugby in the long-run) and Saints win.
Saints fans all p1ss themselves laughing, sing ‘W@nky Warrington’ and go home thinking how much they love the HJ.
Tonight it’ll be the turn of Percvial, Jones, Walmsley and co. to rip us to shreds off the back of your pack and Roby’s efforts.
Enjoy your night and being 'loud and proud'.