B0NES wrote:There was rumors the team were on the p1iss the night before the game and didn't take Fev to seriously . Loosing Harkin didn't help either .
Kevin Harkin was the unsung hero of that team, the glue that held everything together.
Losing him (about fifteen minutes in I think?) seemed to disrupt the whole team, David Topliss, initially, went to scrum-half and we subsequently lost all shape and cohesion.
But we were still only 5-0 down at the break. Bunting then moved Mick Crane to SH with Topliss back at 6. We recovered and were 12-5 up on the hour mark with everyone expecting us to run away with it in the last twenty. Only for us to completely lose our way again in unfathomable circumstances.
I remember Steve Quinn kicking the penalty to put Featherstone in front, looking at my watch (there being no game clock in those days of course!!) and realising there was about two minutes left to go. Can't remember anything about the closing seconds, only walking out of Wembley in numb disbelief at what I/we had witnessed.
It was in the days following that I first heard the rumours about the players being on the lash the night before, which would explain things a bit, even given the fact there was a drinking culture throughout the game then (play hard, drink hard was a general motto!).
My Saturday ended with me getting into a blazing row with a rovers fan in our party as I completely lost my cool, so brassed off was I. My mates still remind me about it from time to time as I am generally fairly mild-mannered!! Like I said above, I've still to fully get over the whole nightmare, even to this very day! I'm not sure what future Cup win would ever make up for it. Think you had to be there to fully realise how dumfounded we all were that afternoon.
It will always be the one that inexplicably slipped through our fingers on the point of triumph.