Use to get sent out when I was little and volunteered later , had to go a way to find a working phone box and sometimes the recording was a half time one or previous I think . I had to wait ages for full time score - one I can remember was a 2-2 draw at Portsmouth I think mid to late 60’s
Hull born and bred. As a lad I lived off Chanterlands Avenue and could see the new floodlights sparkling away, all different colours from Radiator Fields were I/we played as lads. I actually attended the first game under the new lights, a 7-0 win over Barnsley but my first game aged 9 was v Everton FA Cup Rd 3 Jan 3rd 1964. Ticket was a late Christmas present. Smitten from the moment I walked into Boothferry Park. First viewing point was in front of the invalid cars, North Stand corner with my dad and his brother stood behind me. Went to every home game from then on. Mid way through the 65/66 season I started going with some school mates and we moved to Bunkers Hill, leaving the old fella and my uncle in the North Stand. First away games that season too, Scunthorpe, York and Grimsby. I can honestly say I can count in single figures the home games I have missed every season since. I have always gone to as many away games as humanly possible, in early married life it wasn't that easy, but for the last 20 years I have done very well for away games and not missed many at all. I used to enjoy going to City reserves too when we played mid week games at Boothferry Park, and in later years the Academy teams playing down Inglemire Lane and I hope those games come back to Hull next season. Never considered supporting another team and refused to go to Wembley until Hull City got there, never ever thinking they would. Once got dragged along to see Leeds v Liverpool, probably 1971, City either had no game or played on the Friday night. Full house at Elland Road with thousands outside unable to get in. I had to ask the stewards to let me out at half time because I had no interest in it at all and I caught the early train home. It finished 0-0. No interest in rugby league either. May 3rd 1980 I was at City v Southend. Following City has cost me jobs too. My first job involved working Saturday's, so I didn't last long there and I gave my notice in at BP in my 20's because I wanted every Saturday off. I must have been mad, no-one leaves BP voluntary without a pay off. I did. No regrets. Loved every minute of it. UTT!
Hi Ulrika . Man after my own heart a year or two difference. I wouldn’t take jobs away from Hull for the same reason and the City - Southend game as I’ve mentioned before is real blot on this sporting city and local rugby. Strangely I did loads of away matches when I had the kids , one young daughter came with me . More recently in the last 18 years of doing a total of 750k miles on the road to work , driving miles on a weekend was not as attractive so I’ve not been to as many as I’d liked to. I reckon I’ve done about 80 grounds over the years some that have gone and a lot of replacements . Like you wouldn’t have changed a thing
My parents got divorced when I was five, I was the youngest of five siblings. She moved us from a tiny East Yorkshire village into inner city Hull, at the back of HRI - I remember watching it being built. I spent my youth playing on bombed building sites, building bogies and ‘driving’ them down Argyle Street bridge with no brakes (shudder) and in Hymers, known then as Gloomy Wood. My brother was eleven years older than me and he took me to my first game when I was about ten, telling me to take my boots in case they were short. My love for City has never changed from that day. No other clubs matter. Born in East Yorkshire, made in Hull.
Hah, this was the first match I remember watching all the way through! Difference was, I was born and bred a few miles from Old Trafford, and most of my family supported the Blue team in Manchester. I'd already decide I was a Red (playground wars, you had to pick Red or Blue) but wasn't allowed to go to OT thanks to mam's perception of trouble at football and not having anyone to take me. Went to Uni, moved away, worked abroad for a while and supported Utd from a distance - all through the early Fergie years, class of '92 etc but the soul fell out of the club thanks to Martin Edwards, PL and BSkyB and I got disillusioned. Long story short, moved to Beverley earlier this century, fell in with a big footie fan also from outside the area and we decided to go to a few games at the KCOM which turned into every home game. Been season ticket holders/members for a while now and proud to support our local team - it made an impression on us because it didn't feel corporate, it still felt like it belonged to the fans and the city. The Tigers are definitely "my" team now - I admit I still have a soft spot for Man U, but when we play them I am 110% behind City.
Really good thread and answers. Probably a question we've all been asked, often with a look of bewilderment or even scorn, wherever we're from.
Born in Plymouth and family moved to Hull when I was about 7. Dad was not into football or any sport really but his mate took him and me to an fa cup game v Brentford in early 70s. The first sight of that pitch, the stands and the crowd was something special. Takes your breath away. Watched it do the same to my son years later. Started going with sister and Leeds supporting mate from then until family moved away at end of 70s. South stand, scarf tied round wrist, running from trouble, best day of the week. And Hull Vikings at Boulevard mid week. Spent a lot of time abroad and then in London and didn't get to go again until the mid 90s and that was mostly away games further south. But got the kids hooked early going to London and other Southern games mostly. Both born in London but City to the core. If they supported the club nearest to their birth place, they'd be Chelsea. They owe me big time .
Here goes, emotional, tears alert! Born, brought up 1960s, somewhat difficult upbringing, East Hull, simple as. Brought up, mostly absent father, following City results come through Sat teletext, and Spot the Ball! Fast forward, late 70s, new family dynamics. Season pass holder, booklet with paper tear out tickets, at Boothferry Park, with my lovely step brother, & friend, 2 passes, 3 people. Fortunately some passes had duplicate no’s, we used to rock up, eagerly looking at the ticket numbers, hoping we had duplicate tickets, so a freebie for one of us! Happy days. RIP Paul. Fab thread btw.
I remember the season pass booklet - I used to go to every game from my early teens - for some reason I never had a full season book but I always got a half season pass book for Christmas - I suppose money was tight, I remember being told that some children had bread and dripping for sandwiches and I was lucky eating my swiss knight portion cheese sandwiches and my sugar sandwiches, what the hell was all that about
