Fucking, Booo.

What the fucking hell was that?

It’s been a few years since a full-time hooter was met with as much anger as it was on Friday night at Headingley.

In fact, probably nine years to the day on Friday, when Luke Dorn telegraphed Michael Monaghan’s pass and raced away to seal the fate of Paul Cullen.

The Smith Out voices continue to grow with each passing defeat and you have to concede there is a momentum behind them.

The pathetic performance in West Yorkshire was followed by another embarrassing show against the Salford City Sharks, or whatever they’re called this week.

After the draw against Wigan at Magic, which felt like a defeat having blown what should have been a winning lead, the two losses pretty much put to bed any remaining hopes of making the top four.

Of course, those hopes were always slim as it was, but with Catalans beating Hull on Monday, June could be make or break for the season.

A visit to Huddersfield and a clash against the Dragons, both must-wins considering they’re the teams we are now competing against to stay out of the middle eights, sandwich a visit to red-hot Cas and a cup tie at home to Wigan.

Staying in the cup would give us something tangible to play for, but a defeat would have to raise questions as to where go from here.

You are almost tempted to prefer to finish in the bottom for than the bottom of the top eights, aren’t you?

On paper, at least, we should walk over the pub teams from the championship (though a defeat at Hull KR is to be expected given recent visits to the City of Culture) and pick up a win over at least Widnes.

Winning matches and boozy trips to grounds we’ve never been before – or at least, for a while – is infinitely better than dragging our sorry arses through another seven rounds of losses at bonafide Super League clubs and limping to the end of September like the end of the ’15 season, but you never want to feel that jeopardy.

Leeds walked the middle eights the other year, admittedly, but you have to worry that some of the teams at the top of the championship have got decent enough attacking structures to trouble our soft arse defence and there’s no guarantee that we will pick up points against the other SL teams that could end up down there.

To be fair to the players, they stood and took the stick for a few minutes on Friday as they came over to the away end, but that’s not the point. Something is dreadfully wrong at the club right now.

Since 2013, we seem to have gone backwards every year but one – fair enough, we have made the semis of the cup each year and made both finals last year and finished top of the league.

But how many times did we walk away from games last year thinking “we won’t win fuck all playing like that”? It felt like it was up there with ‘get on your fucking wing, Russell’ with the most oft-heard phrases near us anyway.

The signing of Kevin Brown must go down as one of the worst in the club’s history.

Even, at the very least, when Matt Rodwell had the good grace to accept he was past it and called it a day, we hadn’t forked out a transfer fee for the privilege of seeing him struggle around the pitch for 10 games.

You have to ask, if we are willing to throw the cheque book bout and presumably Chris Sandow’s departure freed up a fair chunk of the Salary Cap, why could we not have put a bid in for the likes of Luke Gale or took what would have admittedly been a gamble on Todd Carney?

Even a Danny Brough or a Mick Dobson would have provided us with a bit of mouth in the halves and a kicking game. They would have bossed us around the field and provided a bit of spark, at least.

We dominated the (very) early stages of the game at Leeds but couldn’t turn possession into points and then Leeds broke down field, opened the scoring and by half-time, it was pretty much game over.

It was a crushingly familiar dance and it was actually a surprise to learn it was only 40-0. At times in the second half, it felt they were scoring every time they got in our half and had passed the 50 mark.

Of course, these types of performances happen now and again, no matter how good you are. Wigan’s defeat at Wakefield last year, for example.

But this wasn’t a one off. It wasn’t even a two-off.

The performances in both games this weekend just gone are indicative of the season and portray a team that just doesn’t care.

Nobody plays badly on purpose, of course, but fucking hell, at least put a shoulder in on defence and show a bit of pride in the shirt when you are playing badly. The ease at which Leeds and Salford ripped through our defence without even actually having to do anything special was the worst part of it all.

Effort, commitment, desire are the bare minimum requirements of any team, but they always seem a bit more important when there is a genuine lack of attacking structure or flair.

Worringly, we might not even be at rock bottom yet.

Whether the club stick with Smith or say ‘enough’, the next few weeks should determine that. If we are still in the cup and pulling away from the bottom of the league, then fair enough, give him till at least the end of the season and say ‘no more like this’. A clear out of the playing squad is needed either way and that should happen in the off-season no matter who is in charge.

Losses to our fellow relegation battlers and a cup exit, then it’s probably time to make a change.

We can’t carry on like this for much longer. It’s simply not good enough.

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