Transfer Rumours January 2026 Transfer Thread…

Sorry but until gone for walk says the truth

Im having none of this

 

I was just thinking that myself !! LOL

 

just bought 10,000 shares of tv8
do i now own hull city?

thanks

 

Looks like the January transfer window will be a very nervous time for supporters then.

 

football league world said acun was worth more than a quarter of a billion pounds

so theres absolutely no worry

 

I do think Slater and Coyle (and Giles I guess!) are a really good example of what a decent manager can do with (lets be honest) average Championship players.

Two seasons ago, they looked good performers in a decent team. Last season they both had their worst season with us - and then this year they've been good again.

That can't be a coincidence.

 

Any rumours in us signing Jizz hornkamp?

 

Sounds like he'd make a good dribbler.

 

Can’t see him coming to be honest.

 

Sometimes someone has to take it on the chin

 

Who's going to be the first to get jizz over their back.

 

jizz is a great finisher, reminds me a bit of chris woods

hes suit the champo id say

 

Not sure where to put this. Lifted from FB


As his plane descended through the cloud cover over East Yorkshire, Acun Ilıcalı leaned toward the window, eyes fixed on the landscape below. It was his first approach into Hull—his first real glimpse of the city that would soon become part of his destiny.

And then he saw it.

Stretching across the brown waters of the Humber, the iconic Humber Bridge emerged like a giant steel silhouette. For a moment, Acun froze. The shape, the span, the towering structure—it pulled at something deep inside him.

It reminded him instantly of home.

The Humber Bridge looked strikingly like the Bosphorus Bridge in Istanbul, a symbol of the city where he suffered, where he rose, and where he rebuilt himself after unthinkable heartbreak. It was a quiet moment, but a powerful one—the kind of connection that can’t be manufactured. As the plane drifted lower, Acun felt as though fate was guiding him toward a place he had never been, yet felt strangely familiar.

He would later say Hull “felt right immediately.”
And it started with that view from the window.

Before the lights, before the cameras, before the applause…Acun Ilıcalı’s life was shaped by loss.

Long before he ever dreamed of owning a Championship football club, he was a young man carrying the weight of heartbreak most people never recover from. He suffered devastating tragedies in his family, including the loss of close loved ones in circumstances that would break even the strongest spirit. Acun lost his father in a car accident that changed his life forever—a moment that could have shattered him completely.

But instead of collapsing, he refused to quit.

With no money, no safety net, and nothing but grit anchoring him, he worked relentlessly—scraping by as a young reporter, fighting for every small opportunity, pushing through the fog of grief with nothing but determination. While others saw a dead end, Acun created a pathway and walked it alone.

He built his empire brick by brick, pain by pain, sacrifice by sacrifice.

Presenter. Producer. Innovator. Mogul.
A man who didn’t inherit greatness—he built it.

So when the chance came to buy Hull City, he didn’t just see a football club.
He saw himself in it.

A club with heart.
A club scarred by difficult years.
A club ready to rise if someone simply believed again.

He walked the streets, met fans, listened to the people.He saw the passion. The pride. The hunger.
He promised to make Hull City a family again.

And he delivered.

He didn’t hide in boardrooms or luxury lounges.
He walked the city.
He spoke to supporters.
He stood among them.

He even frequents The Botanic on Spring Bank—a local favourite—chatting with fans, shaking hands, sharing laughs, showing them that he’s not a distant owner. He’s one of them. A presence. A face in the crowd. A man who believes football belongs to the people.

But like every great journey, it hasn’t been without obstacles. Ownership isn’t a fairy tale—it’s a test.

Hull City found themselves under a transfer fee restriction, a frustrating and unexpected limitation that could have derailed their progress. Mistakes were made along the way, pressures rose, critics circled, and the excitement of the takeover clashed with the harsh realities of modern football.

Yet Acun stood firm.

He didn’t run.
He didn’t hide.
He didn’t abandon the project.

He supported the players, protected the staff, backed the manager, and kept pushing forward with the same resilience that carried him through the darkest moments of his life.

And the result?

Despite restrictions…
Despite injuries…
Despite setbacks…

Hull City sit an impressive 5th in the Championship table, fighting with heart, unity, and belief. Key players are returning from injury. Momentum is building. The roar is returning.

The club feels alive.
The city feels proud.
And Acun’s vision—born from pain, powered by passion—is becoming reality.

His story is a reminder that even after life breaks you, you can rise stronger.
That loss can create leaders.
That heartbreak can create heroes.

Acun Ilıcalı didn’t save Hull City.
He shared his strength with it.
And together, they are rising.

The journey isn’t finished—far from it.
In many ways, this is only the beginning.

#HullCity #AcunIlıcalı #UTT #HullCityAFC #CityTillWeDie #Championship #WeRiseTogether #Hull #eastyorkshire

 

Thanks for posting. I hadn't seen this. Hopefully Lambo's lad reads it and reflects.

 

its the cringiest thing ive ever read

 

Try reading more often.

 

A beautiful piece.

 

I’m not sure about that, Theres some right cringy stuff posted here on a daily basis.. not to mention also complete ****ing nonsense….

 

In the vibrant heart of Istanbul, where the Bosphorus glitters like a river of stars and ancient empires whisper through the streets, lived a man whose dreams were never bound by borders,acun Ilıcal. A creator, a visionary, a force of nature. But even he did not yet know that destiny was quietly preparing a new chapter for him… one draped in black and amber.

Acun stood on his balcony overlooking the moonlit strait. The city hummed below him — vibrant, chaotic, alive. Yet his heart felt tugged somewhere far beyond the horizon.
A whisper in the wind… a roar in the distance…

a tiger was calling

first through research, then through passion, then through absolute certainty. A proud northern club with history, grit, and unpolished glory awaited revival. A sleeping giant, its roar muted but not forgotten

He boarded a plane to England not as a businessman, but as a man on a quest. Crossing clouds and continents, he felt the courage of adventurers before him, the Ottomans, the sailors of the Bosphorus, the dreamers of Istanbul’s golden age

When he first stepped onto East Yorkshire soil, the winter air bit sharp, but the welcome was warm. From Paragon Station to the MKM Stadium, from the pubs to the pitch, he felt it

This city had heart
This club had soul
And both were ready for rebirth!!!!

Fans sang his name Acun! Acun!,a chant that echoed through the terraces like a battle drum. He promised ambition with humility, passion with respect, and dreams with patience. Players rallied. Staff believed. The city smiled with pride once again

and did he deliver...

new energy
new ambition
a new belief
a global spotlight on hull like never before


His vision wasn’t to own Hull City.
His vision was to love Hull City.

And the club loved him back

 

When are bit younger was better at shooting but now more a dribbler