Killa" "To Hull and Back"

Fantastic wordplay there by Kevin Kilbane or his editor in his autobiog just out.Truly original. It's amazing that no one has coined that phrase before. I wish I'd thought of it.

A chapter and a bit are devoted to his time at City or playing for Hull as some of you turds would say.

Some revealing insights into PB, NP, ID and SB comes out of it badly when he was Wigan boss by adding 2 years to KB's age as the justification for releasing him. KK has to correct him "I'm 32 not 34".

For me the most startling revelation was about the infamous Millwall game in August 2010. KK says several players were intimidated by the 'reception' they received as they got off the bus at the Nude Den, to the extent that many did not dare to go onto the pitch to warm up. City capitulated abysmally that day- it seems astonishing that professional footballers can be intimidated like this especially when they know it's coming in Bermondsey.

One for you mouth-breathing flaskers to ponder on.

 

Surprised you didn't suggest it should have been called 'To City and Back'.

 

Thought it was literary reference to some old poem "From Hell, City, and Halifax, Good Lord, deliver us!" ?

 

Corrected.......I thought it was from the English Civil War - and the 'Halifax' was Lord Halifax. Maybe not, though.

 

http://freepages.history.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~calderdalecompanion/mmh235.html

 

[video=youtube;oUxyg_DFMfM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUxyg_DFMfM[/video]

 

http://everything2.com/title/From Hell%2C Hull%2C and Halifax may the Good Lord deliver us%21

......whoosh yourself, mate.

 

Taxi for Stan.

Someone help him please...

 

Give a dog a bone.........

 

I'm quite intrigued that the original quote might have been 'From Hull, Elland, Halifax, Good Lord deliver us!'

Typical of TWS to have weaselled out of folklore over the years. Sneaky bastards.

 

So you want us to be more like Millwall fans.

You're the most pathetic keyboard warrior I've ever had the misfortune to meet online.

 

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There is a proverb and a prayer withall, That we may not to three strange places fall; From Hull, from Hell, from Halifax, 'tis this, Fromm all these three, Good Lord, deliver us. This praying proverb's meaning to set down, Men do not wish deliverance from the town; The town's named Kingston, Hull's the furious riverAnd from Halifax's dangers, I say, Lord, deliver. At Halifax, the law so sharp doth deal, That whoso more than 13 pence doth steal; They have a gyn that wondrous, quick and well, Sends thieves all headless unto Heaven or Hell. From Hell each man says Lord, deliver me. Because from Hell can no redemption be. Men may escape from Hull and Halifax, But sure in Hell, there is not heaier tax. Let each one for themselves in this agree, And pray – from Hell, Good Lord, deliver me

Now there's one for the name change group to discuss!

 

the dalesman's litany, a poem by Fredrick William Moorman

http://www.poetryatlas.com/poetry/author/130/frederic-william-moorman.
It's hard when fowks can't find their wark
Wheer they've bin bred an' born;
When I were young I awlus thowt
I'd bide 'mong t' roots an' corn.
But I've bin forced to work i' towns,
So here's my litany:
Frae Hull, an' Halifax, an' Hell,
Gooid Lord, deliver me!

When I were courtin' Mary Ann,
T' owd squire, he says one day:
"I've got no bield(1) for wedded fowks;
Choose, wilt ta wed or stay?"
I couldn't gie up t' lass I loved,
To t' town we had to flee:
Frae Hull, an' Halifax, an' Hell,
Gooid Lord, deliver me!

I've wrowt i' Leeds an' Huthersfel',
An' addled(2) honest brass;
I' Bradforth, Keighley, Rotherham,
I've kept my barns an' lass.
I've travelled all three Ridin's round,
And once I went to sea:
Frae forges, mills, an' coalin' boats,
Gooid Lord, deliver me!

I've walked at neet through Sheffield loans,(3)
'T were same as bein' i' Hell:
Furnaces thrast out tongues o' fire,
An' roared like t' wind on t' fell.
I've sammed up coals i' Barnsley pits,
Wi' muck up to my knee:
Frae Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotherham,
Gooid Lord, deliver me!

I've seen grey fog creep ower Leeds Brig
As thick as bastile(4) soup;
I've lived wheer fowks were stowed away
Like rabbits in a coop.
I've watched snow float down Bradforth Beck
As black as ebiny:
Frae Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsey Slack,
Gooid Lord, deliver me!

But now, when all wer childer's fligged,(5)
To t' coontry we've coom back.
There's fotty mile o' heathery moor
Twix' us an' t' coal-pit slack.
And when I sit ower t' fire at neet,
I laugh an' shout wi' glee:
Frae Bradforth, Leeds, an Huthersfel',
Frae Hull, an' Halifax, an' Hell,
T' gooid Lord's delivered me!

 

Or if you can stand folk music without the urge to take an axe to the dog.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT3A-MazRqY

 

I thought he just meant he was very surprised that professional footballers would be intimidated like that

 

You don't know him that well then.

 

That 4-0 defeat at Millwall was utterly abject and an total embarrassment.

 

It's merely the title of one chapter, old boy.