Seen as we are all so happy at the moment I thought it would be nice for us to share some positive memories of this great club of ours, I'm especially interested to hear about the last time we won the title seen as I wasn't around to witness it. So lets tell some nice stories and really get that feeling of pride and history burning inside us!

My memory is of the 2013 cup final. I didn't go because I was visiting friends in Germany at the time. As with all Germans they are soccer fans and basically had never really heard much if anything about rugby league apart from me mentioning it a couple of times. Anyway I went representing and turned up in Hamburg train station with my shirt on (got some curious looks).

Went back to their flat and had a few drinks and I insisted on streaming the game over the internet so got it up on their tv. I spent the entire first half explaining every little decision and moment of the game and shouting stuff along the lines of, "das ist nicht ein elfmeter du groß scheisse kopf!!!!"

Perhaps the thing I remember most was a beautiful girl called Celine who I got talking to. We ended up fooling around a bit. She was incredible, brown shoulder length hair, green eyes and a few freckles (quite big other bits as well) I have only seen her once since which is a shame... anyway to cut a long story short I missed most of the game because of having to explain the entire game of rugby league's rules and tactics to 3 clueless Germans in just 80 minutes while chatting up a girl.

So what about your memories? Haha

Too many good.amd.bad ones to choose bit a favourite was a cup reply at widnes in 85,when Sterling conducted the crowd after we scored winning try by Kevin James

yea I was there, went straight from work midweek, didn't leuluai play in a wrist cast?

Awesome night that. Didn't schofield score a couple?

As far as the 1983 title is concerned. Seem to recall that it resolved itself into a three way battle in the second half of the season between Wigan, rovers and ourselves. Wigan gradually fell away as Easter approached leaving a straight fight between ourselves and our nearest & dearest to claim the spoils.

The season came to a head one Friday night (I think) in early April '83. The game had been postponed from Good Friday due to Challenge Cup commitments on our part and we were in danger of having our title bid derailed by the type of fixture pile up which were all too prevalent in those days.

Can't quite remember who was top of the pile going into the derby (there can't have been more than a couple of points in it, although we may have had a game or two in hand over rovers), but I do recall the game being effectively billed as a title decider.

In the end, we needn't have worried as we turned in one of our best derby performances ever, winning quite comfortably with something to spare (20-5 ?). Highlight of the game, played in front of more than twenty thousand crammed into a dark Boulevard (HSE was slightly more relaxed in those days!) was an all in fight in the second half which saw Gary Kemble and John Lydiat sent off despite being the only two players NOT to have thrown a punch in the melee!!.

After that, I seem to recall we went to Headingley the following Tuesday/Wednesday and proceeded to score four tries in the opening fifteen minutes in a blistering display of 1980's style attacking Rugby.

The coronation came on the final Sunday afternoon of the season (this of course being before the tv schedulers moved games around willy-nilly to suit their own purposes). In front of another massive Boulevard crowd we ran riot against someone (Possibly Barrow, or possibly someone else!). My memory says that it was a bright sunny spring afternoon as the Championship trophy was paraded around the ground, but then my memory would think that from this distance.
I do remember the Kiwis leading the rest of the side in the Haka with Charlie Stone and Trevor Skerrett trying to keep up.

We've been blessed with watching some outstanding players wearing the Black & White during the last forty years and we've even had the odd decent side or two down the years (we may be witnessing one right now in 2016), but nothing so far has eclipsed my memories of watching the wonderful team from 1981 to 1985, we even came within a hairs breadth of downing the all conquering Australia side earlier in the title winning year.

They remain the best team I've had the privilege to watch in our colours and how they failed to complete the double (or even a treble) that year will mystify me to my dying day.

Let's hope the Fc vintage of 2016 can give us memories to match those from what is, quite frankly, too long ago now to be our last title win.

it was barrow, popeye szwmila was there hooker and he was a right nutter, name spelled wrong I know lol

The Floodlit Trophy win in 1979 lives long in the memory for me because was the first time I saw us lift a trophy. bigger wins were to follow, but that win was against a HKR side that was very good indeed. The Boulevard was without grass except for the wings, pretty much a rollered mud patch with sand running through the centre. This was home for us.

A rovers fan ran on the pitch before kick to the delight of the R&Ws to pour grass cuttings on to our mud patch. We responded by burning a Red and White scarf hung from a wooden beam in Threepennys. Fortunately only the scarf burnt.

We played out of our skins. A very young SteveDennison scored an early try from the wing and we never looked back. Psycho Paul Woods played a blinder that night. The feeling of winning that cup was very special and was a new experience of so many of us, but one we soon kind of got used to. It set the platform for many later cup wins in the early 80s.

Except for the unmentionable of course.

And Knocker dropped a goal to clinch it.

I happened to be stood next to Eric Ashton when he dropped that goal, what he said was unprintable.

Got there late and a queue at the gates to get in. Widnes scored in the right hand corner as I got in the ground, feared the worst. Tony Myler was running the show, Knocker dropped his shoulder into a tackle on him and he dissapeared, comfortable win in the end. On a side note, my 2 ltr Ghia Cortina bonnet was bricked on the way out and cost me a fortune to repair.
Clinched the title at Leeds, was working in Donny and went straight there. Celebrated in there club house afterwards. A mate bought a glossy book of "50 yrs at Wembley", was't cheap but ripped 1980 out all the same.
Would love to win at Wembley before I shuffle off.