Quote ="John Gilbert Reds"Where does it say Lee has been banned for the punch? I notice Travis Burns escaping punishment. Doesn't sound ">right.'" Nothing on RFL disciplinary site on the punching charge as yet; but as he can't now use EGP (having used it for the shoulder charge) I wouldn't expect a decision until later in the day anyway. He'll surely have pleaded guilty though & a 1 game ban will almost certainly follow. Burns was dealt with in the same way as Griffin & Walker; an EGP was accepted & therefore no further action. All 3 players will be unable to use the EGP for 12 months.

Quote ="John Gilbert Reds"Where does it say Lee has been banned for the punch? I notice Travis Burns escaping punishment. Doesn't sound ">right.'" Nothing on RFL disciplinary site on the punching charge as yet; but as he can't now use EGP (having used it for the shoulder charge) I wouldn't expect a decision until later in the day anyway. He'll surely have pleaded guilty though & a 1 game ban will almost certainly follow. Burns was dealt with in the same way as Griffin & Walker; an EGP was accepted & therefore no further action. All 3 players will be unable to use the EGP for 12 months.

Three smokin Griffins Dec.

Quote ="Michigan red"Three smokin Griffins ">Dec.'" He's getting old. He remembers the 1923 Cup Final played at Garsworth between The Barrow Smelting lads association and Pontefract and District Mormon tree-felling Club. A game attended by 300,000 smoking males with rickets and five thousand cap-twirling juveniles without shoes. An exciting encounter that saw the visitors stroll to a blistering 2 - 0 victory. The winning penalty brought about when Ernest Twentwhistle insisted that the referee give a penalty against him due to running out of tabs before half time. Gordon Grungethorpe argued that he'd lent him a fag thereby negating the penalty, but forthright Twentwhistle sent himself off claiming that his unsportsmanlike behaviour had brought the whole game into question. After lending Grungethorpe his first team cravat he jogged off into the changing sheds and ended a career of sporting finery. RL memories. You can't buy them.

Quote ="Michigan red"Three smokin Griffins ">Dec.'" He's getting old. He remembers the 1923 Cup Final played at Garsworth between The Barrow Smelting lads association and Pontefract and District Mormon tree-felling Club. A game attended by 300,000 smoking males with rickets and five thousand cap-twirling juveniles without shoes. An exciting encounter that saw the visitors stroll to a blistering 2 - 0 victory. The winning penalty brought about when Ernest Twentwhistle insisted that the referee give a penalty against him due to running out of tabs before half time. Gordon Grungethorpe argued that he'd lent him a fag thereby negating the penalty, but forthright Twentwhistle sent himself off claiming that his unsportsmanlike behaviour had brought the whole game into question. After lending Grungethorpe his first team cravat he jogged off into the changing sheds and ended a career of sporting finery. RL memories. You can't buy them.

Quote ="TheButcher"He's getting old. He remembers the 1923 Cup Final played at Garsworth between The Barrow Smelting lads association and Pontefract and District Mormon tree-felling Club. A game attended by 300,000 smoking males with rickets and five thousand cap-twirling juveniles without shoes. An exciting encounter that saw the visitors stroll to a blistering 2 - 0 victory. The winning penalty brought about when Ernest Twentwhistle insisted that the referee give a penalty against him due to running out of tabs before half time. Gordon Grungethorpe argued that he'd lent him a fag thereby negating the penalty, but forthright Twentwhistle sent himself off claiming that his unsportsmanlike behaviour had brought the whole game into question. After lending Grungethorpe his first team cravat he jogged off into the changing sheds and ended a career of sporting finery. RL memories. You can't buy ">them.'" Well we don't know if the other Griffin smokes yet! He might just smoulder. I could have put "Two Smoking Walnes" but it sounds like it might need urgent medical attention. By the way son if you're going to tell the story; get it right! The referee ruled that the fag that Grungethorpe lent him was not technically a fag, as it wasn't a "Capstan full strength" and thereby too "girlie" for a rugby league player. Them were the days though. No poofy programmes like "booits an all" then.........but Stevo was there and had just hung his booits up.

Quote ="TheButcher"He's getting old. He remembers the 1923 Cup Final played at Garsworth between The Barrow Smelting lads association and Pontefract and District Mormon tree-felling Club. A game attended by 300,000 smoking males with rickets and five thousand cap-twirling juveniles without shoes. An exciting encounter that saw the visitors stroll to a blistering 2 - 0 victory. The winning penalty brought about when Ernest Twentwhistle insisted that the referee give a penalty against him due to running out of tabs before half time. Gordon Grungethorpe argued that he'd lent him a fag thereby negating the penalty, but forthright Twentwhistle sent himself off claiming that his unsportsmanlike behaviour had brought the whole game into question. After lending Grungethorpe his first team cravat he jogged off into the changing sheds and ended a career of sporting finery. RL memories. You can't buy ">them.'" Well we don't know if the other Griffin smokes yet! He might just smoulder. I could have put "Two Smoking Walnes" but it sounds like it might need urgent medical attention. By the way son if you're going to tell the story; get it right! The referee ruled that the fag that Grungethorpe lent him was not technically a fag, as it wasn't a "Capstan full strength" and thereby too "girlie" for a rugby league player. Them were the days though. No poofy programmes like "booits an all" then.........but Stevo was there and had just hung his booits up.

You two remind me of an old Will Hay Film where Harbottle (looking 85+) goes and sees his DAD. All we need now is a new Poster called Butchers Grandad who no doubt will take us back to the mid 1800`s.

I thought it sounded like a trip to the full of hoes stadium Castlefield circa 2014, obviously minus the bumper crowd