The names told to me by The Chad himself are the ones I used in the tale.....There's more Chad tales. The Chad was about to leave Knutsford Services in a car he had loaned from a mate...He was having difficulty finding the key to open the door and noticed a Motorway Patrol car containing two officers of the law looking at him. Chad was of the opinion that perhaps old bill thought he had stolen the vehicle....Never one to miss an opportunity to have a laugh and cause a little mischief Chad sets off up the motorway with the patrol car following him. He did a little lane weaving followed by slowing down and speeding up. Inevitably the officers pulled him onto the hard shoulder thinking they had a slam dunk nick...They questioned Chad asking him if he had been drinking...Yes officer, I have. Would you care to blow into this device with a long steady breath which Chad duly obliged...The officer was astounded and perhaps a little disappointed when the result came back negative...But you just said you had been drinking...Yes said Chad I have been drinking, orange juice...I haven't had alcohol for 15 years.
I met Chad when we were both driving trucks and one day Chad decided he'd take his daughter out with him in the truck. I think she was about 4 years old and Chad had her sat in his lap steering the 32 ton truck...Had old bill had seen that happening then they would have had a slam dunk nick for sure.

Remember the play off game against Leeds at headingly where we just beat them, when would that be, 2008? I decided to go by coach for a change. I still refer to it as the journey from hell.
As I walked down dallam Lane along the line of coaches I could see a battered old double decker standing out like a sore thumb and I just knew that would be the one I was on, sure enough it was.
I sat upstairs and at the back were a bunch of excitable teenagers making a lot of noise. As the journey progressed they were getting rowdier, smoking and drinking. One of them passed down a can of bodily fluid to empty out of the window. They were asking for a toilet stop at both the services on the way.
We got there just after kick off thanks to them. We all know how the game went and I legged it back to the bus to get a downstairs seat. Thankfully after a little celebrating the muppets hit the wall and fell asleep. We seemed to be driving round Leeds for ages and went past the same places numerous times. Eventually we got on the M62 and set off uphill at 45mph. Near Oldham the team coach passed us and we all cheered and waved at the players, and their coach indicated to pull into birch services so we all shouted to our driver who was a good sport, to pull in after them. Their coach stopped and we all piled off, but only an unknown kit man or whatever got off their coach and off it went leaving all us staring at him in the middle of an empty car park.
So off home we went, getting back well after midnight. Terrible but memorable journey and game though.

It was actually 2006 when Wolves knocked Rhinos out of the play offs at Headingley
Seasons 2007,2008 and 2009 saw Rhinos win the first 3 GF wins in a row

14 years ago. That soon passed.

The last couple of weeks feel like a couple of years. I think time's evening itself out a bit at the moment.