Dad wasn’t really into football, so when we moved here late 70s I didn’t really give City much thought, A school mate encouraged me to come and watch a match in the Don Robinson years … something like 1981, cup match v Blunts (possibly 1-1)? Back of Kempton, instantly hooked with the atmosphere, and the rest is history (promotion that year probably helped to be honest)
Dad took me late sixties. Always said follow your local team. He went for over 60 years thick and thin. I wouldn’t change the years I’ve had following city. Dad also took his 3 grandkids to their first city game. It’s just what you should do if you have any pride in your area. It means more. He had his Black and Amber scarf with him when we laid him to rest last year.
You knew I’d post! Grandad went, dad went I was born ‘57 older brothers and dad went out the door about 1 Saturday and came back about 5-30 . Then I was taken around 63. Many of my mates from ‘essle went even though we all had second teams , many have stayed and still go . Never ever thought of watching anyone else and as for watching other teams fight out Premiership etc I’m totally disinterested . The love in by pundits over Klopp and Pep and previously Ferguson is often sickening to listen to . Yep they’ve achieved a lot - with an awful lot of money and time ! To be honest I’ll watch any competitive sport - but league takes a bit of stomaching in this side of town . You all know why
I have four brothers and two sisters, all FC fans - one is Hull City hostile the others are ambivalent. My dad worked all week and took us places at weekends so had no interest or time for any sport, my mum was from Nottingham and, like all her family, was a Forest fan; my first game was the 1966 cup tie against Forest, I was 12 and went with my mother - same as another poster on this thread, I walked up the Nth stand steps saw the pitch, the crowd heard the noise and that's me hooked. My RL team is St Helens though, the irony of me saying ''you're born to your football team but you choose your RL team'' is lost on my siblings!
Dad wasn’t interested in football at all (or rugby league) I can’t even remember who the first game was or exactly when but I think it was when I was around 10 or 11 and got some free tickets through school. Friends I larked out with were going so I thought I’d go too. Just fell in love with it there and then and never stopped going whenever I could afford to go.
Earliest game I have memory of is the boxing day 1970 match against Sheffield Wednesday, coming from 4-1 down to level it with 3 goals in the last seven minutes. I was 8, taken by 2 of my older brothers. It was never a consideration to support anyone else- we all played rugby, but don't follow it. Two of us were at Boothferry Park when the challenge cup final was taking place. All my kids were born over here, Cheshire, and my son's school friends were variously Man Utd, Liverpool, Chelsea etc 'fans' .Anyway, he flirted with United and asked if we could go to Old Trafford, my response being that there's only one way I will go there if City are playing: who would have known!
Great first game - for me, that match was the first Boxing Day that I was allowed to forego the tradition of being at my grand-parents.
I couldn't swear that's the first game I went to but it is the first I remember. Probably the reason why I never leave early! It just came back to me- boxing day in bunkers with the mixed fragrances of cigars and satsumas.
Wasn’t born in Hull, didn’t live in England until I was about 8 but one side of my family is local and my mum, Aunty, and grandma all used to work at Boothferry in the club shop. Rumour has it that Steve McLaren tried it on with my mum back in the day lol Also apparently one of my aunts used to do some kind of lottery at Boothferry dressed as a cheerleader or something? One of you older lot might know more about that
Great thread I was Celtic for a short time. My junior school made me play rugby and the shirt was green and white hoops so. Oh well
I know this is risky but one was a bit Hessle Rd and the other a bit slimmer !!I’ll get my tin hat no real offence meant , they wore white pvc jacket , mini skirt and boots - I was very young and very impressed
Hull born and bred (Beverley Road). Dad took me to Boothferry Park, Easter Monday 1958 v Accrington Stanley (he worked Saturdays and could only get to night matches and bank holiday games). We entered via North Stand and stood behind the goal. I was hooked, the pitch looked magnificent and those amber shirts were stunning! We won 1-0. I have lived and worked away for many years and travelled extensively but City are my team and that's never going to change.
Born in Germany to Hullensian dad and German mother . Relocated to Hull aged 2 just before the 66 World Cup. Dad was more into cricket and rugby union bit did take my older brother to watch City . I nagged about going too and was taken to my first game 1970 . I was hooked and was bought my first season pass in 1974 . The rest is a roller coaster of history supporting my team .
best mate at infant school was Graham Lyall and we were always kicking a ball around. his dad owned the newsagent in elloughton at the time and he took me, Graham, and my old man (who had no interest in football) to see city. north stand 78-79 I think 2-0 win against southend. his old man was always up for helping us with our skills etc. I was quite fortunate as me and graham would go round playing football next to the pitch while his old man played for the ex tigers at the time, wagstaff, Houghton, mcecknie was always round. malcolm lord was a next door neighbour after my parents split up for years so it kind of inevitable.
Didn't have an old man around growing up so never had the guiding hand to stay away from the big teams. My mate across the road supported Man U, he was older so I naturally copied. I never felt any real affiliation though, just glory supported a winning team. I was taken to city when I was about 8 by a family friend. It was a boring 0-0 against possibly Exeter. That didn't matter to me though. I was instantly hooked on the atmosphere, the shouting and the camaraderie. (remembering those days the atmosphere was pretty terrible to be fair) I lost my voice for a week after that game due to all the shouting I did trying to fit in . After that I was lucky enough to get picked for city and stayed their from the age of 10 to 16. Every year we got a free season pass so it just became second nature tat that's where I'd spend every other Saturday. I suppose it helped that it coincided with Pearsons take over and our subsequent rise up the leagues, but I enjoyed the early years at Boothferry just as much. Moved to Australia 8 years ago so our drop down the leagues has been a bit **** got me personally as there's not as much coverage. If I was home though I'd certainly want a good few years in the champ being competitive rather than getting battered every year in the PL. As it is though, I hope we get promoted asap so we're on TV every weekend.
Born here, like countless generations before me. Family has followed Hull City ever since there was a Hull City. My Grandad first took me when I was about five, but I didn't get to go again for another year or two. It was pure magic to me. The best memories of being a kid were with my Grandad at BP. The smell of *** smoke and beery farts will stay with me for ever. There was always a sense of responsibility to support your local team in our family like a lot of our support. It's the right thing to do.
