“DOES pulling on the Warrington Wolves shirt actually mean anything to them?”

Just one of the comments that could be found on social media following Sunday’s Challenge Cup exit against Wakefield Trinity.

Just think about that for a second.

Win, lose or draw, nobody should be able to ask that question of you.

If supporters who pay their hard-earned money to watch you play feel like the answer to it is “no,” there is something seriously wrong.

Now find the nearest mirror, look into it and ask yourself “am I doing all I can?”

You have come in for a lot of criticism over the past few weeks – from the terraces, in the press, even from your own head coach.

For two weeks in a row now, Daryl Powell has openly questioned the effort you have put into games. Once should be enough.

I know you tend not to read what is said on social media or in the media but for this week, I urge you to do so and not just for clicks on my own stories.

You’re probably not going to like what you see and read but if the near-empty terraces on Sunday weren’t enough of a hint, what you find will drive home the message of how supporters are feeling.

Not all of the anger is directed at you but ultimately, it is you they are paying to see.

It may not feel like it when you read the comments and hear the boos coming from the stands, but these are people that are so desperate to see you succeed.

Despite how it may seem, the fans are not out to get you. Neither are we in the local press – nothing would make us happier than to see you lifting trophies.

A lot of you were on the pitch at Wembley two-and-a-half years ago and were on the bus that crawled through seas of smiling faces as you paraded the Challenge Cup.

Remember how that felt? Surely you want to feel that way again?

It feels far away at the moment, but the journey to get there has to start with you. Coaches can only coach and supporters can only support. It is up to you to play.

Nobody is expecting you to win every game but absolutely no-one should be questioning your effort.

If a success is to be made of a season that is already slipping alarmingly towards mediocrity, this adversity simply has to unite you rather than divide you.

It starts on Friday, when a hardy band of fans will follow you to the other side of the country – clocking up the miles in spite of sky-high petrol prices to do so – while many more will follow from home.

All they ask is that you show them something – anything – to suggest a corner is being turned.

Words are empty. Actions speak so much louder.