Last night, I watched sixteen tired bodies walk around the pitch after a win. I watched them applaud the fans who forty minutes earlier had booed and jeered them off into their team talk. Their post match body language belittled their professional attitude to their "faithful."

Clearly they were pissed off! Can you blame them?

It doesn't seem like long ago I penned about how we could do well to avoid a Wiganesque attitude when things didn't go our way. We have become accustomed to success, and there is very little wrong with that. But, this breed of fan, many of whom I would hazard started to attend around 1996, many who have little to no memory of when Saints were mediocre also rans. No memory of it is fine. Mine is faded and blurred like most childhood memories. But acceptance that there is no divine right to success is not hard, really.

Is it?

No Saints' fan can be happy with the current level of performance, that is taken as granted. It isn't what we have come to expect, and certainly not to our potential.

But there are mitigating factors, lots of them. A lot that will probably see us win nothing this season. Not even the coveted Hub Cap.

Well that is no bad thing, really. The pressure of expectation is off in 2010. Saints can focus on the growth into the future. They can focus on finally adapting to the ridiculously tedious play the balls. Hell, we may even get a new prop or two. We all know Big Red cannot continue to be the sole answer.

It is a personal hope that the embarrassing noise at half time was the venting of a few weeks of frustrations. We can also hope that in the week off, the batteries are recharged, and we turn up at Headingley with a point to prove. That goes for the fans too.