Judging by what I've been reading on the web our defeat seems to be causing far more concern to fans of other clubs than it does to Widnes fans.
As a Barrow fan, of course I'm glad that we won today.
I just can't stand all the gloating that sometimes go on on this board.
Widnes will go on to better things soon and I for one will be hoping that they do do well.
The Championship is a tough competition with good teams and some great supporters.
Over the years I have been privileged to have enjoyed some great games at places like Widnes, Fev, Batley etc. Sheffield is one of the best places for making one feel welcome. I usually sit in the stands and ALWAYS enjoy some good natured banter.
We as RL fans are often accused of having a chip on our shoulders over our belief that everyone hates us. (Well I think they do too!)
Why then do we have to so antagonistic to each other on here? When we meet face to face, invariably we get on like a house on fire.
It's often said that no one likes a bad loser-well being a bad winner is even worse ( for God's sake we don't want to act like Australians).
Remember Kipling's wise words:-
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,And treat those two impostors just the same;
Hold on to that - Good years are to be embraced, 'cos as sure as eggs is eggs they will be followed by years to be endured. Celebrate your wins but just spare a thought for those that are disappointed, it will be your turn next.
Here in full the words from Kipling's poem
"IF"
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!