Just recovering, what a final, what a battle !
The 2 fighters left punch drunk on the floor, and one of them just managed to get up before the count of ten and somehow remain standing but wobbly at the final bell before the other could rise from his knees.
It was that close.
Neither had anything left in the tank.
Each War Horse cut, battered, bruised, bloodied and broken.... but heroes.
This may not have been the greatest contest in terms of flowing rugby, as ferocious, sometimes vicious defence simply does not allow such luxuries to happen.
But it was the greatest final of another kind, where for 80 mins it was a War of power and bravery, guts and determination, and finally who had the will to win.
It was a nerve jangling spectacle of brutality within rules, played out in a cauldron of heat, (31deg at pitch side) that was at times just too difficult and gut wrenching to watch.
Huge Respect and more to a Wire team and backroom staff who conducting themselves with amazing strength at the time they were hurting the most. Which was no different to you amazing Wire fans who somehow rose above the heartbreak of what we had just witnessed to shake hands with us on the concourse, on the tube and in the streets pubs. There are many stories here in Hull of your wonderful sportsmanship. It wont be forgotten.
RESPECT to all.
