For years, Saints' fans revelled in the demise of Wigan Rugby League from the cream of the crop to also-rans. Heartily we laughed as we went gathering trophies, waving them in their faces as they desperately clung to the remnants of their past, and moaned about what their "great club was going through."
We promised not to act like petulant little runts who have just been grounded and told there is no ice-cream after their hotpot. Toys went out the pram and they sought new heroes who failed, continually.
Yet, in the face of Saints defeat to Huddersfield on Sunday, Saints' fans have started to display the very same attitude.
On Sunday, the majority of Saints' fans did us all proud, we accepted defeat humbly and passed on our best wishes to Huddersfield in the final. The true spirit of Rugby League.
It is fair to say we are all smarting. No one likes defeat, and no one likes the idea of another day out missed. But life progresses and we go forward. But the constant bleating about every single player, the coach and the ref takes credit away from where it is really deserved.
Saints were categorically out played by Huddersfield. Deny it and you're a fucking moron! Don't like that? Great, GROW UP!
Rumblings about Mick Potter have left me perplexed. Many fans faun over Anderson and Millward. Remind me of Anderson's first season with us. We crashed out of the cup in the semis, and we finished top and failed to even make Old Trafford. Potter is on course to match that.
You'd need more than two hands to count the screw up's Millward made.
Further to these ridiculous motions, the players have come in for a complete slating. Even the young Kyle Eastmond, a lad making his first real steps at the top flight. One week he is a hero, the next a pant to villain.
Rugby League is on the cusp of greatness as a sport, and that could mean success becomes harder to come by for Saints. I truly hope that the moronic element of our fans learn to appreciate the success, and don't continue on this downward spiral in to the petulant Wigan brats we have long humoured ourselves at.
And if you don't come into the bracket I have just ranted at, I am sorry for wasting your time telling you to grow up. Consider yourself an enlightened being and continue to talk sense.
