Yes our marketing is lowest common denominator (god knows what mouth breathing ejits it is aimed at, certainly none with any money to spend that's for sure).  

Just look at this crap for the Hull game based on the Myler incident. https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=9544393848990577. This isn't going to tempt newcomers, it's pathetic. 


The problems with our game go far deeper than this though. 


At it's heart is the offering on the pitch just isn't as dynamic and exciting as it was, even 15 years ago. The gladiatorial contest has gone, the aggression has gone and with it the biff (which we all liked). But the honesty has gone too. Feigning injury, gamesmanship, robotic, predictable plays and the absolute pantomime pile on that is the ruck/play the ball with players looking round to see how long they can hold a player down and invent news ways of tangling legs and arms to obstruct play. Arms thrown in the air in fake protestation. Put simply - it's boring. 


Then the coverage - relegated to the digital channel back waters the game constantly makes a laughing stock of itself, almost a parody. Dim witted Northerners with dreadful elocution all within a context of one big joke - the televised draw for the CC 1/4 final being a good example.  Commentators from the womens's game are just not credible, a self congratulatory attempt at DEI, at the expense of being even vaguely capable sports commentators bringing the game alive for the viewers.  The public image of the game looks so low rent. I don't know of any other sport that performs as poorly in front of the cameras. 


Then we have the woeful refereeing standards and rules. That tackle by Palasia last night would have been straight red last season - no debate, shoulder to the head with force and intent. The rules are all over the place. 

Yes our marketing is lowest common denominator (god knows what mouth breathing ejits it is aimed at, certainly none with any money to spend that's for sure).  

Just look at this crap for the Hull game based on the Myler incident. https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=9544393848990577. This isn't going to tempt newcomers, it's pathetic. 


The problems with our game go far deeper than this though. 


At it's heart is the offering on the pitch just isn't as dynamic and exciting as it was, even 15 years ago. The gladiatorial contest has gone, the aggression has gone and with it the biff (which we all liked). But the honesty has gone too. Feigning injury, gamesmanship, robotic, predictable plays and the absolute pantomime pile on that is the ruck/play the ball with players looking round to see how long they can hold a player down and invent news ways of tangling legs and arms to obstruct play. Arms thrown in the air in fake protestation. Put simply - it's boring. 


Then the coverage - relegated to the digital channel back waters the game constantly makes a laughing stock of itself, almost a parody. Dim witted Northerners with dreadful elocution all within a context of one big joke - the televised draw for the CC 1/4 final being a good example.  Commentators from the womens's game are just not credible, a self congratulatory attempt at DEI, at the expense of being even vaguely capable sports commentators bringing the game alive for the viewers.  The public image of the game looks so low rent. I don't know of any other sport that performs as poorly in front of the cameras. 


Then we have the woeful refereeing standards and rules. That tackle by Palasia last night would have been straight red last season - no debate, shoulder to the head with force and intent. The rules are all over the place. 

I used to like signing the Warrington usual chants against Widnes or Wigan at Wilderspool with the atmosphere building, then the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up when they played this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B0CyOAO8y0


The smell of wintergreen would surround all of us, dizzying. Someone booting the corrugated steel at the back of of the Fletcher Street, tension palpable, nerves, excitement, the waft of embassy fags, the kick off and the first crunching tackle. 

I used to like signing the Warrington usual chants against Widnes or Wigan at Wilderspool with the atmosphere building, then the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up when they played this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B0CyOAO8y0


The smell of wintergreen would surround all of us, dizzying. Someone booting the corrugated steel at the back of of the Fletcher Street, tension palpable, nerves, excitement, the waft of embassy fags, the kick off and the first crunching tackle. 

Could not stop laughing when I played that just now, my god that took me back, am I weird in thinking it’s better than most the crap they play now. Or is it just my age showing lol.

Could not stop laughing when I played that just now, my god that took me back, am I weird in thinking it’s better than most the crap they play now. Or is it just my age showing lol.