Huddersfield 34-10 York

There was always a danger, following the epic victory in the Yorkshire Cup the previous week, that the lads would ‘bounce’ this week and put in a lacklustre performance.
To be fair to them, the conditions were just about perfect for them not to sparkle:- an early start as it’s a decent trek; arrived at a deserted, freezing club, with a locked clubhouse, well before our opponents who were turning up in dribs and drabs right up to the proposed KO time; 12-a-side on a very small pitch - that perfectly suited our opponents, for whom the use of their three-quarters was very much a last resort; and the longest wait for a desperately inadequate bacon butty that this correspondent has ever been forced to endure (you might wonder what that has to do with the game and in truth probably nothing, but it certainly helped jaundice my view of proceedings).
Just before the end of the game, I received a text from my partner asking how the lads of got on. My reply was, ’12-a-side, ridiculously tiny pitch, getting stuffed’.
I think that about covers it.

Scorers:-
Ward
Burton