Golden Tries - Jack Welsby - November 27 2020

 

On this day three years ago Jack Welsby wrote himself into Saints folklore…

The year 2020 was a strange one.  And not only strange but fairly miserable too.  It was dominated by the outbreak of Covid-19, a potentially deadly virus which began hospitalising and eventually killing people in their tens of thousands all over the world. It wasn’t until near the end of the year that a vaccine was developed which not only helped to stop the spread of this modern plague but also reduced the symptoms in most sufferers so that hospitalisation and death were considerably less likely.  

The outbreak had a profound effect on our daily lives.  Once the Tory weasels running the country stopped dithering and ‘followed the science’, we were subjected to a series of lockdowns.  Being seen outside for longer than your designated exercise period was suddenly an offence.  If you worked you did it from home, and if you couldn’t do it from home you were furloughed.  Nobody knew what furloughing was until 2020, but it was actually the word applied to the act of staying at home and not doing your job, while only being paid 80% of your wages.  At least you were stretching your vocabulary.

Shops, bars, restaurants and any other public places you care to mention were all ordered to close.  Except for the supermarkets which were considered essential (after all you have to eat, right?) and their staff were classed as key workers.  If you were a key worker, or you ventured into a supermarket then you had to do so wearing a surgical mask to help stop the spread of droplets from your mouth and nose which could potentially foist the virus on to others.  You didn’t have to be suffering any ill effects from it to be carrying it and therefore to pass it on.  That was the conundrum.  For many Covid-19 was a mild illness like any other and for some others it could be nothing at all.  But as long as there were those for whom it meant hospitalisation, ventilators and potentially death we all had to do our bit. Even as our mental health levels dipped.

Something else which was affected was the world of sport.  Even the all-conquering football Premier League, an institution which it was previously thought would not stop for anything but a nuclear holocaust, was forced to shut down for three months just as it was approaching the business end of the season.  Liverpool were miles ahead in the title race and the prospect of handing them the trophy without having to play the remaining games was discussed as a realistic possibility.  In the event it did restart with its grandiose, self-regarding ‘project restart’ branding.  All games were televised but no fans were allowed in the stadia as all large gatherings were strictly prohibited.  Except Tory piss-ups as it turned out.  To make up for the lack of atmosphere fake crowd noise was shoe-horned into the broadcasts.  I’m not sure how the lack of atmosphere was made up for at Tory piss-ups.

Rugby league suffered too.  Super League was still in its first few rounds when the season was suspended indefinitely.  When it returned in August it was very different.  Games behind closed doors were a theme as they were in football, but unlike the round ball game not all of the competing clubs were able to host their own matches.  Our very own Saints were one club whose home was deemed worthy of doing so when it all restarted.  Later, once the vaccine was developed, the stadium would become one of the region’s major hubs for the rollout of the jab which eventually brought us back to something close to normality.  

A quick glance at the 2020 league table by the end of the regular season will show you something about the effects of Covid-19.  It was meant to have been a 27-game season played out between 12 clubs.  Yet by the end there were only 11, with Toronto Wolfpack withdrawing from their one and only season in the top flight to date. The Canadian club cited financial problems caused by the economic effects of Covid and its associated lockdowns.  They were widely pilloried as it emerged that they’d been having trouble paying their players. They still exist but a return to Super League doesn’t appear close.

No team played more than the 19 league fixtures managed by Wakefield Trinity.  Eventual Grand Finalists Saints and Wigan managed 18 each.  Catalans Dragons only turned out 13 times.  That’s poor, but perhaps we should not be too hard on the French side given that they managed to avoid the course of action taken by the Wolfpack.  Some others played 17 times, and yet others only 16.  A look at the table now might prompt you to wonder when the rest of the fixtures are going to take place, but that was your lot.  

The chief reason for this disjointed mess was the fact that postponements or even cancellations of fixtures at short notice were rife.  A team didn’t even need to have players infected with the virus to call off a game.  They just needed to have enough players considered to have been in close contact with someone infected with the virus and then all bets were off.  Super League did try to combat this at times by shuffling fixtures around to make sure there was a game for our broadcasting overlords to show but it didn’t always pan out that way. As much as some people would still buy into it, you really can’t have Saints playing Wigan every week and expect the outside world to take you seriously or show any interest in your product.  

The rules were changed also.  Scrums were taboo, it being established that the act of packing down created a wind tunnel or some such science guff, which had the potential to spread the virus.  Which in turn would of course mean more postponements and potentially, depending on who infected players came into contact with away from the field, could cause serious health risks to the general public.  

It was not thought that professional athletes were at too much risk as they are among the fittest people in the population.  The more serious cases of Covid-19 were generally endured by the elderly or those with existing underlying conditions.  I myself was written to seven months after the fact to suggest that I might like to self-isolate for my own protection.  At the time I was awaiting a kidney transplant.  But since I didn’t have a date for the surgery I was not going to self isolate completely.  Not that there were very many places I could go anyway.

The re-examination of the rules gave birth to the six again rule, still the topic of much debate and set for another tweak ahead of the 2024 season.  It stated that any offences committed by defenders at the ruck would no longer result in a full penalty, but instead would see the tackle count restart for the team in possession.  Clubs soon got a step ahead of this one and began deliberately giving away set restarts on tackle one when their opponents had possession in their own territory.  Better to have to make one more tackle a long way from your own line than to let an opponent get a quick play the ball and start haring at you before your defence is set.  

In 2024 it looks likely that offences of this nature committed within the opponents 40-metre line will now result in a full penalty, with offences elsewhere punished with a set restart.  This is the way of things in the NRL, and if there is one thing that Super League likes to do well it is to copy the NRL.  After all, it is by far the most successful rugby league competition in the world.  I’d like to think that some of the hairstyles and facial hair choices of the players won’t be emulated on this side of the world but frankly it seems inevitable that the wild mullet and tash combo will soon be a regular sight on the RL fields of England and France.  

Back in 2020 the coaches were still working out ways of getting round the new rules and hadn’t quite mastered the art.  Well, it was enough just to get through your day during those dark times without having to conjure up new ways of bending the rules.  

There was a significant change to the Saints personnel by the time of the restart.  With the economics of Covid being what they were the players were asked to take a pay cut while they were out of action and the fans were unable to pay their money to come through the gate.  Most did, but Luke Thompson chose instead to force through a move to the NRL with Canterbury Bulldogs.  The move had looked on the cards at the end of the season in any case with his contract about to run out, but it was agreed by all parties that he would leave early.  He will soon pitch back up in St Helens wearing the cherry and white of Wigan.  While I am not normally one for booing former players when they return there’ll be precious little sympathy for him or pontification on That Saints Blog if the prop forward hears it from his old fans come Good Friday.  

In his stead Saints pulled off a bit of a coup in persuading James Graham to return to the club for a one season swan song.  Graham had been a huge success in the Australian competition after leaving Saints in 2011 on the back of five consecutive losing Grand Finals between 2007-11.  Of all the men in the Saints squad after the resumption it was he who you most wished could have a winners ring this time.  It was delivered to him in some style in the end.  

For what it was worth in such a lopsided league table, Saints carried off the League Leaders Shield, winning it on points difference from Wigan.  This was despite the fact that the Warriors had won 18-6 at Saints on the final day of the regular season.  Both teams finished with 26 points from their 18 fixtures but Saints had a better points scored percentage.  That is the number of points scored divided by the number of points conceded, a typically brilliant innovation cooked up to allow for the possibility that teams tied on points could have played a different number of games from each other.  This was not the case with Saints and Wigan who had both played 18 so they could have gone with old fashioned points difference.  But everything was new and contrived in 2020.  If only we’d had a new government we might have saved a few thousand lives.  

Only four teams made the playoffs but that had been the case in prior seasons which were unaffected by incurable viruses.  So it was that Saints took on Catalans Dragons – the Catalans Dragons who had only played 13 league games – in one semi-final while Wigan met Hull FC in the other.  Neither was much of a contest.  Saints walloped the Dragons 48-2 with a hat-trick of tries for Kevin Naiqama, two from Lachlan Coote and further scores from Regan Grace, Jonny Lomax and James Bentley.  Meanwhile over in Wigan the Warriors pumped the black and whites 29-2 with scores from Joe Burgess, Harry Smith, Zak Hardaker, Jake Bibby and Bevan French.  

Yet the city of Hull would still feature in the Grand Final, played on 27 November due to the extension of the season caused by the suspension.  FC’s KCom stadium was chosen as the venue for the big event, the one and only time in the history of Super League Grand Finals since the first in 1998 that it has not been staged at Manchester United’s Old Trafford.  The traditional Grand Final venue was unavailable due to United’s involvement in Champions League fixtures at that time of the year.   

Again there were no fans in attendance so it scarcely mattered where the game was held.  It just meant a little more travelling for the teams involved and their staff.  Maybe the hike across the M62 – so feared by rugby league fans who lie awake praying for a fixture list full of derbies – took its toll on the teams.  What followed was 80 minutes of the most turgid drudgery in the history of rugby league.  

Only the savage tension of the occasion kept it watchable as both sides stoically refused to make more than one pass off the ruck.  Instead they repeatedly crashed into each other while deluded onlookers marvelled at the quality of the defence on show.  Look, I’m not suggesting I could tackle Louie McCarthy-Scarsbrook (although…) but if you only have to deal with a big daft, slow forward running at you straight from the ruck you should be able to make the tackle often enough if that is literally your job.  Which is precisely what unfolded. When I see posts on social media from people claiming to be watching the whole thing back again I immediately assume that they are lying or that they’ve gone mad.  I defy anyone to sit through this game again with all the tension taken out of it and not be tempted to fast forward to the last five seconds.  Maybe that is the bit they are watching back.  I’ve just done it in the name of research for this piece.  It’s really still quite good fun. But the rest of it? Nah. Bin…as the cool kids say.

The only score of the first half came right on the half-time hooter when Coote converted a penalty goal.  It took until 15 minutes before time for Wigan to respond, but when they did it was through Bibby’s try in the right hand corner.  The conversion was missed but Adrian Lam’s side led 4-2 with the clock on their side.  If only six points had been mustered between the sides in the first 65 minutes it was a fairly safe bet that there wouldn’t be that many more in the final 15.  

Saints were offered a way back in when Jackson Hastings clobbered Theo Fages around his surgically attached scrum cap, allowing Coote to convert his second penalty to level the scores at 4-4.  Poor old Jackson had not wanted to play for dirty Wigan in the first place but it was no surprise to see him turn into a product of his environment and become a head shot merchant when the pressure was really on.  Thankfully for him he soon found an escape route to Newcastle Knights in the NRL.  As Coote landed the resultant penalty Hastings must have begun contemplating losing to Saints in the Grand Final for the second year in succession having been part of the Salford Red Devils side who came up short against Justin Holbrook’s Saints a year earlier.  It would be his fate.

Before that were surely headed for golden point extra time.  As sure as Morgan Smithies is headed for your cruciate ligament.  Nothing could prevent that now, could it?  With literally two seconds on the clock Saints had possession just inside Wigan territory.  Tommy Makinson’s drop-goal in the 2019 Grand Final remains his only one in his 315 appearances for Saints to date.  Nevertheless he decided that with time running out he would have another pop.  Well, it had worked the previous year so why not?  Standing just inside the Wigan 40m area he launched his latest effort towards the posts.  

It looked promising.  It had plenty of height and the direction was almost spot on.  Almost.  Alas, it wasn’t quite accurate enough.  Not for what he had originally intended anyway.  It cannoned off the right hand upright as he looked, bounced in the field of play and back over the Wigan try line.  Jack Welsby, who I would like to introduce at this late juncture as the central character of this tale, hared after it along with French.  Welsby is no slouch as they say in the Big Book Of Sports Commentator Observations but you wouldn’t fancy him in a straight race with French.  Fortunately, it wasn’t a straight race.  The ball hit the turf again and took a diversion off one of its points away from the Wigan fullback and in favour of Welsby, on this occasion playing at centre. 

Welsby is one of those players for whom the first yard is between the ears.  He correctly anticipated where the ball would bounce and was on hand to get to it first.  All that remained was the question of whether he would be able to ground it before it crossed the dead ball line.  Which he did, just about.  The try was checked for offside and to see whether there is anything in the rule book about whether you are allowed to humiliate Wigan in this fashion.  It turns out you are, so Chris Kendall finally awarded the most dramatic of tries to end the most ordinary of Grand Finals.  The close ups of a mortified Lam in the immediate aftermath would be too sad to even look at if he hadn’t brought it all upon himself by choosing to coach Wigan.  

The magical moment turned Welsby into an instant hero this side of Billinge Lump despite his origins.  It is a moment which deserves to be remembered with Sergio Aguero and Michael Thomas’ last minute title-winning goals for Manchester City and Arsenal respectively, with Chris Joynt’s Wide To West miracle against Bradford at Knowsley Road in 2000 and with Michael Kasprowicz not really gloving one to Geraint Jones off Steve Harmison at Edgbaston but being given out anyway in 2005.   

A barmy ending to a barmy season which was, in its own weird little way, somehow fitting. Enjoy it again here…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umjhYiPssfo


Super League 2024 - That Fixtures Article

It’s less than seven weeks since Sam Tomkins sliced through Saints’ over-pursuing defence to end the Drive For Five in the dying moments of the Super League semi-final.  Yet thoughts can now turn to what is to unfold in 2024 with the release of the Super League fixtures.

Saints won’t have to face Tomkins again.  The former Wigan man retired following the Dragons’ Grand Final loss to his old club.  If you listen to many rugby league afficionados the Warriors are set for a spell atop the Super League perch.  Having wrestled the title from Saints last term they have made some ambitious moves in the transfer market, not least in the pack where former Saint Luke Thompson will be joined by ex-Leeds duo Sam Walters and Kruise Leeming as well as Sam Eseh, the Wakefield man who Saints’ ITK (in the know) brigade assured us would be moving to this side of Billinge lump.  

Yet we don’t have to worry about Matty Peet’s side until we host them in the Good Friday derby on March 29.  That is round six.  Before then we open with a visit from already doomed London Broncos on February 16 before another early season visit to Huddersfield in round 2.  In case you haven’t heard, that’s not me writing off the Broncos’ hopes of competing on the field.  We all saw what Leigh Leopards achieved last year having won promotion from the Championship.  No, that’s me pointing out that even if the London side can compete they will still be bounced back to the Championship for 2025 thanks to our new overlords at IMG not liking the cut of their collective jib.  Only the cool kids get to be in Super League in 2025.  Good results, even trophies, are no longer legal tender. 

Leigh come to Saints to renew a burgeoning rivalry in round 3 on March 1 and they are followed a week later by Salford Red Devils.  Saints then go to Leeds in round 5 on March 15 before the traditional Easter derby.

If that fixture seems tricky then consider that April starts with a trip to Perpignan, scene of our semi-final defeat, to take on the Dragons once more.  The last 16 of the Challenge Cup follows that before a more gentle looking fortnight with home games against perennial disappointments Hull FC and the Giants.  A trip to the other side of Hull to face Challenge Cup finalists and playoff semi-finalists Hull KR ushers in May which also includes a trip to Castleford and home games against the Dragons and Rhinos.

There are no home Super League games pencilled in for June, so book  your holidays now would be my sage advice.  Instead the month opens with another cup round before Saints visit the Broncos on June 16 and Salford on June 23.  The visit of Castleford opens July on the 5th and then hostilities with Wigan are renewed at the DW Stadium (Latics permitting) on July 12.  Warrington are in town on July 19 before a testing month ends with a little jaunt out to Leigh on July 26.

It's back to Hull to begin August with FC on the agenda on August 3.  The Red Devils are Saints’ hosts on August 10 and then – guess who? – yes it’s our old friends Wigan, only this time on the neutral and universally disapproved of territory of Leeds United’s Elland Road during the Magic Weekend.  Rumours that the decision to move the event there in a bid to finally show its remaining supporters what an abject waste of time it all is are as yet unconfirmed.  Now that every game of every round is going to be televised I’m even more convinced that it should be hoofed into the long grass like a dubiously awarded penalty for an incorrect play-the-ball.

What is positive about Magic this year is that coming as it does just six games from the end of the regular season there is every chance that it will throw up some unexpectedly crucial fixtures.  Yes there is a chance that it may also turn some promising looking clashes into dead rubbers depending on how the season has been panning out until then but I like the gamble that has been taken on that one.  I’m less enamoured with the lack of imagination that has seen us paired with our local rivals once more. 

Aside from the competitive disadvantage both clubs suffer from having to face each other while someone else gets to play a London side well and truly on autopilot by then, there is just the suggestion that another derby is overkill.  If we were to meet in the cup and the playoffs we could cross paths up to five times.  Considering that an entire season, including the maximum number of Challenge Cup and playoff rounds is only 34 games I’d tentatively suggest that having five of those against the same opposition is beyond the pale.

August ends back home against Hull KR on the 23rd before a second visit to Huddersfield on September 1.  Another routine win at Warrington follows on September 6 while it would be even more surprising than losing to Warrington if Saints were to fail to beat Castleford at home seven days later.  The regular season ends at the Leigh Sports Village on September 20. 

After that it is the playoffs, where Saints have been ever-present since they were reintroduced in 1998.  Will Wigan fulfil the prophecies and defend their title?  Will Warrington ever be champions again?  Do Leeds even want to make the playoffs?  Are Hull FC just so bad that even a serial winner like Tony Smith can’t get a tune out of them?  And will Rovers’ recent ascendency continue under Willie Peters?  Can he take them back towards their early 80s pomp?  Will anyone else contend for playoff spots or even a place in the Grand Final?

We can’t really know.  But what we do know is that London Broncos will get relegated.  Knowing that fully 85 days before we welcome them to our humble abode is more OMG than IMG. 

Season Review 2023 - Part Two

So where were we?  Ah, Saints had just sleepily brushed Castleford aside 22-0 to end the month of June.  Despite the ease of that success over Andy Last’s freefalling Tigers Wellens’ side had already suffered six league defeats.  Yet they were still in with a decent shout of finishing if not top of the pile and defending their League Leaders Shield then at least in second to guarantee a home semi-final in the playoffs. Can a Tiger freefall?  If it ever did you wouldn’t want to be in its path of descent. 

July

A Wolf can definitely freefall, as evidenced by Warrington’s continuing shambolic state after being declared champions elect following a blistering start to the campaign.  They would provide the first barrier to be hurdled in July.  Saints were able to field an unchanged 17 from the one which saw off Castleford.  Tommy Makinson, Joe Batchelor and Curtis Sironen remained the significant absentees. 

Warrington had arguably more troubling personnel problems.  They were so bad that Daryl Powell felt compelled to play Peter Mata’utia in the halves alongside Josh Drinkwater in the absence of George Williams.  If Mata’utia has a place at Super League level – and let’s be honest there is a conversation to be had there – then it is in the centres.  His move away from that slot left Greg Minikin to partner Stefan Ratchford.  Gil Dudson even got a game.  Surely Saints couldn’t blow this one?

They didn’t, but it was close.  Mark Percival scored Saints’ first try after a picture perfect tip-on pass from Jack Welsby, that after Ratchford had opened the scoring with a penalty.  Wire levelled it up through Matty Ashton before James Bell was the beneficiary of some high level Wolf-shredding by Welsby.  The fullback cut through the home defence before handing on to Jonny Lomax to deliver the final ball to Saints unsung hero Bell. Unrung, maybe. Suit yourself.

Ashton grabbed his second when Welsby channelled his inner Jake Connor and threw a rather sloppy interception while trying to find Will Hopoate on the right edge, and it got worse before it got better for Saints.  Warrington produced an outrageous, length of the field movement involving Ben Currie, Drinkwater and Ratchford.  It was finished off by dummy-buying speedster Matt Dufty and suddenly Saints were in a bit of a hole. 

Thankfully by this point in their season Warrington were excelling at offering their opponents a shovel with which to dig themselves out of any holes they may find themselves in.  Jonny Lomax was next to score, carving his way through the defensive line and exchanging passes with Welsby to go in under the posts.  Predictably, the fullback was involved when Saints finally went back in front to stay. 

With under fifteen minutes remaining he produced a pass to Lewis Dodd, the direction of which might most kindly be described as iffy, but which was good enough to send the halfback in for the score which saw Saints sneak home 24-20.  The sun shines, the birds sing, and Saints win at Warrington. Some things in life just are…

Yet another unchanged Saints 17 took on Catalans Dragons the following Thursday night in front of the TV cameras.  We didn’t know it then but it would prove pivotal in deciding which of these sides would earn the top two spot and that all-important home semi-final. 

A tight, scoreless first quarter was lit up by Tom Johnstone’s length of the field effort.  Lomax had put an attacking lob up towards the Dragons’ line but it when it came down it did so in favour of Adam Keighran who handed on to Johnstone.  It took the ex-Wakefield man a little while to hit top gear but when he did the remaining 70 metres to the Saints line were a formality.  Like winning at Warrington. 

A Keighran penalty stretched the visitors’ lead to 8-0 but Saints were on the board before half-time when Percival latched on to Dodd’s clever little grubber close to the line.  Some  uncharacteristically ropey sliding defence helped Matt Ikuvalu crash through Welsby and Dodd to slide over on his back to widen the gap to eight points once more at 14-6 but there would be no late recovery this time.  After all, this wasn’t Warrington that Saints were up against.

Hopoate went close to scoring but just put a foot in touch on his way over.  By the time he created the game’s final try for Dodd there were only seven minutes remaining.  The conversion narrowed the gap to two points at 14-12 but that was as close as Saints would get.  A seventh league defeat of the league campaign may have been a narrow one but you felt even then that it could be a potentially damaging one in the context of any top two aspirations.

A break from league matters might have been just what we needed.  Or it might not.  Saints headed back to Warrington for the semi-final of the Challenge Cup.  This time Saints’ lucky ground was neutral territory with newly promoted, upstart playoff chasers Leigh Leopards the opponents.  Despite the over-achievements of Adrian Lam’s side Saints were still heavily fancied for a return to Wembley having missed out in 2022.


It didn't quite pan out that way.  Joey Lussick managed the only score of a tight first half when he burrowed over from dummy half close to the line.  Yet Leigh were back in it shortly after the restart when Lachlan Lam's short ball created the space for Oliver Holmes to surge over.  


Then came the first controversy of a match-up which is still causing tensions between the two clubs.  It used to be such a cordial relationship, back when Leigh were rubbish.  The Leopards went in front through Zak Hardaker as he was first to Lam's smart low grubber.  Yet Hardaker was only first to it with the dubious help of team-mate Tom Briscoe.  The winger barrelled Tee Ritson off the ball as the pair hunted it down ahead of Hardaker, who arrived late on the scene for an easy put down.  


Bafflingly, video referee Marcus Griffiths repeated several times that the blatantly illegal challenge by Briscoe was a 'contest' for the ball.  With nobody with the authority to correct him that was the message he sent back down to the on-field referee Chris Kendall and the try was awarded.  Ben Reynolds failed with the conversion but he was soon stretching the lead after Saints' season long love affair with walloping kickers long after they have parted company with the ball reached new heights.  Sione Mata'utia is the usual suspect in this regard and it was he who earned himself a yellow card once more.  The two points left Saints a converted score behind.


More controversy arrived when John Asiata put two Saints players out of action for the long term with his abominable tackling style.  Alex Walmsley played on after having his knee assaulted by Asiata's head-first, arms-free 'technique' but following the game he was not seen again until the final week of the Super League regular season in late September.  


Even less fortunate was Agnatius Passi who has not featured since his knee was obliterated by Asiata.  A return date for Passi is still not quite clear.  Incredibly, despite the evidence in front of their own eyes, the game's authorities decided to allow players carte blanche to copy Asiata's violence for the rest of the season by refusing to outlaw a tackling style mid-season.  These are the same authorities who - mid season - outlawed throwing the ball into a grounded defender who had not cleared the ruck quickly enough in order to earn a mean spirited penalty.  Clearly that was one thing, but mindless violence could wait to be cleared up.  


The champions left it late but they did give themselves a chance when Lomax feinted his way through the Leopards defence to touch down.  It all came down to the conversion from Makinson with just moments remaining.  He could take it into extra time. He had resumed the kicking duties after returning to the side for this one but he was unable to add the crucial extra two points leaving Wellens' side to come up just short.  What was I saying about Saints always winning at Warrington?


Leigh would go on to defeat Hull KR at Wembley to win the Challenge Cup for the first time in 52 years.  It might be even longer since a newly promoted side carried off that particular piece of silverware.  Veteran fans feel free to put me right on that one.


For Saints there was no time to sulk.  Six days later they faced the final act of what had turned out to be an epic series with Leeds Rhinos.  Hurray for loop fixtures and the trilogies they throw up, Leeds v Cas notwithstanding!  


Saints would face the Rhinos without Lussick though. The ex-Salford man had been the subject of speculation around his future for a number of weeks before he eventually made the move back to Parramatta Eels where he had spent the 2021 season before joining Saints. It all happened quite suddenly and it left the suspicion that Lussick and Wellens may not have been seeing eye to eye. 


In his place came Moses Mbye, a much travelled operator both in terms of the number of NRL clubs on his CV - three - and the number of positions he had played during those spells with Canterbury Bulldogs, Wests Tigers and St George-Illawarra Dragons. At least the design on his shirt wouldn’t have to change much for his next move. The plan was for Mbye to come straight into Lussick’s role as a backup nine for the ageless Roby. Safe to say there were doubters. And still are.


Welsby created Saints’ first try on Mbye’s debut when he dribbled through the defensive line into the path of Hopoate but Rhys Martin got Leeds back into it from Ash Handley’s inside ball. Aidan Sezer then showed a glimpse of what Leeds must have thought they would get regularly when they signed him from Huddersfield, timing a perfect short pass to allow Sam Walters to slice through. Yet Saints were back in it again on the stroke of half-time when Hopoate delivered a suspiciously forward pass to put Ritson in at the left corner.


Just four minutes of the second half had elapsed when Welsby crashed over from Hopoate’s offload, but Leeds were back in front when rarely seen winger David Fusitu’a picked up Richie Myler’s ugly bounce pass to squeeze in at the corner.


Yet inevitably it was Welsby who settled matters. Roby and Lomax combined to give the fullback all the space he needed to race away from the Rhinos defence and seal a 22-18 win.


August


Next up for the Walmsley-less, Paasi-defficient Saints was a trip to Salford where despite choosing to dress up as Pilkington’s Recs the Red Devils raced into a 15-2 lead thanks to tries from Kallum Watkins and Ryan Brierley and a Marc Sneyd drop-goal. Matty Lees then scored one of the season’s strangest tries, picking up a ball that had been knocked loose from the grasp of Morgan Knowles and plunging over. 


Tommy Makinson began the comeback as well as a personal hot streak which would see him score 12 tries in his next six games. Percival’s conversion from the touchline brought Saints to within a point before Welsby - who else? - surged through the defensive line to earn Saints a narrow three-point win at 18-15. 


While everyone but Challenge Cup finalists Leigh Leopards and Hull KR took a week off for the big day at Wembley Saints and Huddersfield Giants were pressed into action to make up the league game they had missed at the start of the campaign when the red vee were in Penrith becoming world champions. 


George Delaney made his third consecutive start. Ben Davies continued to deputise for Konrad Hurrell who had suffered a calf injury in the win over his old Rhinos team-mates. Makinson - who had crossed for four tries when the sides met in Newcastle - helped himself to a first half hat-trick to give Saints a healthy 20-6 advantage. 


The Giants had scored through Matty English and they were able to close to within two points as both Ash Golding and Kevin Naiqama got over. But the game swung back in Saints’ favour when Joe Greenwood - once of this parish - was sent off for the use of a forearm while in possession. No doubt Giants boss Ian Watson would have deemed that a coach killer which is definitely not part of his process. 


The imbalance allowed Saints to dominate to such an extent that Mata’utia produced a grubber kick on the run to set up a try for Lewis Dodd in the kind of role reversal that Tom Hanks and that kid from Vice Versa would have thought too fanciful. Wellens’ men finished off the scoring at 32-18 through another effort from Welsby, who by now was starting to look like he was playing a different sport to the rest of Super League whenever he turned on the switch.  


Five days later Saints were playing hosts again - this time to a Hull KR side still reeling from its golden point loss to the Leopards at Wembley. Lachlan Lam had broken Rovers hearts and Willie Peters’ side never looked like recovering in time to trouble the world champions. 


The only try of the first half was a Mata’utia effort which was among the scruffiest ever seen at the new stadium. Saints went further ahead when Percival - who had opened the scoring with a penalty - put Makinson in down the right flank. 


Mbye then scored his first try as a Saint when Mikey Lewis fielded a long kick by the sideline but then coughed up possession to allow Joe Batchelor to present the new boy with a gift. Makinson’s second preceded another Percival penalty before Lewis made some amends for his earlier gaffe, kicking ahead smartly for Ethan Ryan and then supporting the winger to take a return ball and dive over. Yet it was the home side who had the last word as Lomax put Ben Davies in to round off a 28-16 win.


Milestone, anyone? The next item on the agenda was a trip to Castleford team who by this time were mired in a relegation battle with Wakefield Trinity. Percival was the man picking up the personal landmark when his opening score took him past 1,000 points for the club. 


There were two more scores for Makinson while Jon Bennison notched his first four-pointer since the 22-0 win over the same opponents back at home in June. Batchelor also crossed while Makinson picked up a second before Lomax put Saints 34-0 up. Cas had the last word through former Saints Grand Final winner Jordan Turner but the gulf in class between the two sides seemed big enough for the Tigers’ top flight status to remain in real peril.


September


Avoiding cliches about there being no easy games it was nevertheless helpful that the following week saw September start with a trip to Trinity - the only team still appearing to be demonstrably worse than Castleford.


The return from suspension of Lees was timely as Morgan Knowles - who had been deputising at prop - was ruled out with a groin injury. Hurrell was back after a calf injury but immediately suffered a recurrence which would be a major contributing factor in him only being seen once more in Saints colours in 2023.


The game itself presented slightly more of a challenge than had been offered at Castleford but still raised few alarms. Hurrell created the first try for Lomax but Trinity got back into it when Matty Ashurst crossed against his old club. Makinson then grabbed the first of his brace before Roby picked up the one and only try of his final season as a professional. Bennison also got in to give Saints a healthy 20-6 cushion at the break.


Bennison then created a score for Dodd and although Lee Kershaw scored twice for Wakefield either side of Makinson’s second it was a comfortable enough 32-16 victory for Saints. It stretched the unbeaten run to six games following the Challenge Cup exit to Leigh, who just happened to be the next side due in town.


Asiata was conspicuous by his absence following his reckless conduct in the semi-final. Knowles would have ordinarily been his opposite number at 13 but although the Cumbrian returned from his injury lay-off he started at prop which pushed George Delaney back to the bench. Curtis Sironen was still out alongside longer term casualties Walmsley and Paasi.


Saints dug out the brown and sky shirt last seen at Magic Weekend for this one. Yet considering the visitors turned up in blue with black leopard print the champions were still somehow the better dressed of the two sides. Not that it helped early on as Oliver Gildart - the latest from the Wigan production line of unsuccessful NRL wannabes - scored the first try of the night. Gildart was on loan at Leigh for the back end of 2023 after having a fever dream about making it down under with Wests Tigers. He will spend 2024 with Hull KR.


Makinson had finished off a brilliant length of the field team try at Magic and perhaps the shirt had something to do with it as he repeated the trick with help from Welsby, Percival and Batchelor. The winger’s absurd scoring streak showed no signs of slowing when he got over again early in the second half. Roby had been there first to capitalise on Gareth O’Brien’s inability to diffuse a Dodd bomb and the skipper had the vision and the presence of mind to find Makinson in space out wide.


Lomax then held up a confused Leigh defence for long enough to shimmy through on the inside of Zak Hardaker, but Leigh didn’t go away. Rob Mulhern went over to reduce their arrears to 16-12 and they could have gone ahead had Joe Mellor not got the slightest fingertip to Mata’utia’s intended pass to Davies. The loose ball was pounced upon by Briscoe who took it all the way for what looked like the go ahead score before video evidence rumbled Mellor. 


We’ll never know if they would have hung on, but what we do know is that as it turned out Saints scored again through Batchelor to seal the win. The back rower had the easiest of tasks in picking the ball up and falling over the line when it was ruled to have been lost backwards by Bell close to the try line. 


By now it was clear that Saints would be keeping up their proud record of being the only club to reach the playoffs in every season since they were reintroduced in 1998. Yet there was still that nagging feeling that if they didn’t make it into that top two the road to Old Trafford would become a significantly steeper hill to climb. Finishing third would mean not only an extra playoff fixture that the top two need not concern themselves with, but also a semi-final away from home against either Wigan or Catalans. 


All the champions could do at this stage was win their last two regular season games and hope that one of the other two would slip up before the knockout games began. To that end Saints rolled into Warrington once more, with the home side also desperate as they clung to the sixth and final place in the playoffs. 


Sironen made his first appearance since early August and had an immediate impact when he took Lomax’s pass to crash over on the left. Welsby then produced a sumptuous double pump and short ball to Percival for Saints’ second try. 


Daryl Clark - who will be wearing the red vee in 2024 - got Wire back into it by pinching one close to the line from dummy half and for a while the result looked in the balance. But Mbye had clearly been taking notes on Clark’s example, producing a serviceable replica as time expired to seal a 16-8 victory. 


Saints’ final regular season assignment saw them host Hull FC. Despite pulling off the coup of securing the services of Grand Final winning head coach Tony Smith following his departure from city rivals Hull KR it had been another season of underachievement for the black and whites. Their playoff hopes were already in the can well before this one, leaving them with only a bit part role in deciding who would make the top two. 


It would not be FC who got in Saints’ way. The hosts received a boost before kickoff as Walmsley was named in the 17, albeit on the bench. Yet considering he had been ruled out for the season after Asiatagate in July his presence was an unexpected bonus.


Percival scored the only try of the first half - not the first time Saints had struggled in the opening stages at home. Wellens’ Saints are a side who are in no hurry to rip opponents apart, reasoning instead that they have the quality to eventually wear them down. That process started when Dodd just about got to Lomax’s lob to the very edge of the in-goal area.


Hull briefly flickered as Lewis Martin finished off a length of the field movement, but when Mbye helped Lomax crash over and Knowles put Welsby in the jig looked up for FC. They found a little bit of life when Cameron Scott intercepted Welsby’s pass and went all the way despite an heroic chase from Batchelor but the Saints fullback would have the last word. 


His 70-metre stroll to the line which capped the win was almost serene. Like there was never any doubt in his mind about the outcome from the moment he received the ball. The trademark celebration - kicking the ball disdainfully into the crowd - just seemed to scream ‘what else did you expect?’. Whatever else 2023 has brought it has seen Welsby arrive at a level that can now be considered truly world class.


Unfortunately for Saints they did not get the help they needed to sneak into the top two. Had a Gildart try not been controversially disallowed it might have been different for Leigh against Wigan but in the event the Warriors secured a 10-6 win which was good enough to earn them the League Leaders Shield. Meanwhile Catalans went to Salford and negotiated a tricky obstacle in winning 19-8 to take the runners-up spot. 


That meant Saints had to settle for third. A reunion with Warrington just a fortnight after the last time the two met was now pencilled in. Only this time on home soil.


Saints lost Batchelor early, his hamstring succumbing to the demands of breaking into a sprint to help set Makinson free on the edge. Percival then somehow dropped the ball over the line in a fashion that would make Mark Elia blush before the deadlock was broken by Dodd. The halfback supported Sironen’s break and earned himself a fairly simple walk-in. A Percival penalty pushed the lead out to eight points.


Wire showed a bit of spirit at that point as Connor Wrench slipped out of an ordinary tackle attempt by Hopoate and then demonstrated that cover tackling isn’t the strongest part of Welsby’s game as he rounded the Saints fullback to score. 


Walmsley was then sin-binned for use of the shoulder in the tackle and the scores were level when Stef Ratchford was able to add a penalty to the Wire tally. Yet they fell behind again when quick offloads by Welsby and Percival put Makinson over in the right corner. When Matty Russell was guilty of going high to stop Bennison making progress it allowed Percival to open up an eight-point lead once more at 16-8. It would prove to be enough to put Saints into a semi-final, but they’d have to travel to Perpignan for it.


October


A lot of the pre-game focus for Saints’ visit to the home of the Dragons was on veterans Roby and Sam Tomkins. Both stepped on to the field knowing that defeat would bring down the curtain on their storied careers. 


Even without that factor you’d expect a semi-final to be tense. And this was no different as the opening 27 minutes passed without any need to trouble the scoreboard operator. The closest either side had come to getting off the mark was when Tom Johnstone was first to a  Mitchell Pearce dab towards the in-goal. However, the winger was adjudged to have pushed Lomax as the pair scrambled to get to the loose ball. It was a fair enough decision from the video referee. As a Saints fan you couldn’t help but reflect on why a similar call had not been made on Hardaker’s try for Leigh in the cup semi-final. But yeah, we were over it.


The first points came from the boot of Adam Keighran. The Aussie was another contemplating his last run out for the Dragons having agreed to join Wigan for 2024. He was able to convert a penalty awarded when Mata’utia planted a high, pretty cheap shot on the head of Tomkins. The Saints man was lucky to stay on the field so falling two points behind but keeping a full compliment of 13 felt like a reasonable result.


It stayed that way until after the break when Saints used a ploy that we all thought - and maybe hoped - had been consigned to history when Justin Holbrook replaced Kieron Cunningham at the helm. But maybe the bog standard drop-off play was all about timing all along. On this occasion it was Welsby shuffling across the face of the defence before dishing it to Hopoate. 


The Tongan - another leaving his current employers at the end of the year and who has subsequently announced his retirement- ran a perfect line to enable him to squeeze through the line and grab the first try of the game.  


It remained tight, and it got even tighter when Keighran reduced Saints’ advantage to 6-4 after Mbye had caught Johnstone high. That remained the state of play as the clock ticked around to the last 10 minutes. As it had in the first half with Mata’utia, and as it had far too regularly at various points of the season, discipline was about to let Saints down. 


Johnstone was at the centre of it again, cutting in from his wing to surge towards the line but being repelled by a combination of Lees, Knowles and Dodd. Lees failed to release Johnstone so both could regain their feet. He waited…and he waited…and he waited, trapping Knowles in the ruck in the process.  


Referee Kendall took a dim view of Lees’ actions, dispatching him to the sin-bin. The Dragons chose to level the scores a 6-6 through Keighran’s third penalty goal but perhaps the bigger issue was that the champions would have to play the remaining eight minutes with 12 men. 


With just 90 seconds left we had long since reached the point when the value of a drop-goal was the subject of massive inflation. That prospect must have been uppermost in Saints minds when Tomkins received the ball 20 metres out. It certainly was in my mind. Of course, the experienced Tomkins knew that everybody was having the same thought. He had it confirmed when the Saints defenders rushed out to him as he took possession. 


So he did something else. Seeing that they had over committed, the ex-Wigan man stepped away from their line of approach, danced around Walmsley and glided over for a match-winning, heartbreaking dagger of a score. 


To rub salt in the already gaping wound he embarked on his little backwards jog of celebration before he was hauled down by his team-mates. There was barely enough time for Keighran’s conversion to matter but in the interests of housekeeping and administration he landed it to give the Dragons a 12-6 victory and a ticket to Old Trafford.


It gives me no pleasure to remind you what happened to Tomkins, Keighran and company in that Grand Final against Wigan so I won’t. This is about Saints and their season after all. 


The Drive For Five fell short, then. That’s a fact that some of our fan base hold Wellens responsible for and are already grappling with their jerking knees on the subject of his future. And while there were certainly some tactical issues - particularly in attack - in Wellens’ first season in charge it could also be argued that he had inherited a squad with an age profile which meant that this was always going to happen to them sooner or later. 


Those who backed his appointment fully and scoffed at the comparisons with Cunningham probably owe it to the coach to wait and see what he does with the rebuild that will be necessary over the next couple of seasons. Clark and Catalans’ Matt Whitley have been added to the squad while retirees Roby and Hopoate have been joined by Louie McCarthy-Scarsbrook. All of Makinson, Walmsley, Lomax, Hurrell, Sironen and Mbye are the wrong side of 30 with Percival and Bell reaching that landmark during 2024. 


There is youth in the shape of Welsby and Dodd but both continue to be linked with the NRL. Delaney is a ray of hope after a great breakthrough season while Bennison looks set to develop into a dependable presence if not a superstar. Tee Ritson has been given another two years to prove his worth after a season-long loan which has so far underwhelmed. As well as the new recruits the likes of Knowles, Batchelor, Lees and Mata’utia are going to be crucial over the rebuilding period. 


There’s a better chance of that period being a successful one if Saints can keep the NRL wolf from the doors of Welsby and Dodd. The latter has already announced a desire to try his luck in Australia. The only thing in his way is the regression of his own form since returning from a difficult achilles injury. Yet he’s still vital to Saints and more than good enough at Super League level. As for Welsby, we can only hope.


So that was 2023, much of which is documented on these pages on an individual game by game basis, save for those lost weeks early in the campaign when I was hallucinating. There’ll be more of that next year (the articles not the hallucinations) when things get under way again in February but don’t be surprised if That Saints Blog pops up on your Twitter or Facebook feed with something new before then should there be a seismic transfer story or other significant happening. Or just if the writing bug strikes, as it is wont to do.


Until then thanks for following in 2023 and here’s to starting a new winning streak and knocking Wigan off their temporary perch in 2024. 


It could happen. And if it does, or even if it doesn’t you’ll be able to read about it here should you be so kind as to choose to do so.






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