Add green sports mail, golden goal tickets (I once won a share of £100 when City beat Portsmouth 1-0 courtesy of Chris Galvin of step over fame), catching the train from Paragon and exiting into Bunkers Hill.
The Reverend Allen Bagshawe and his valiant yet fruitless attempts to start up a round of christmas carols.
Golden Goal girls, Bob a Goal club, A-Z scoreboard, Hull City Score Service (211422 - still remember it after all these years!), Sports Mail, Train to Boothferry and that magical moment of pulling up to the ground when there was a big crowd, the days of blokes lighting up and the smell of matches/tobacco on a cold day (though I've never smoked in my life, it was a great, evocative smell of football). Orange matchballs on snowy days (before the days of dayglo). Many others too - I could go on and bore you all.
Football being a fun day out of escapism rather than a serious industry. Players earning pretty much the same as we did. Being able to decide on the day if you wanted to turn up to a match or not and then sitting (standing) where you want. Hull City.
Golden Goal! Now I was only a kid so this may be patchy memory but didn't your ticket list the minute and second that the goal had to be scored in in order to win a prize? No wonder there was **** all chance of winning. Also: Outfield players having to go in goal
Would love to see the days return when if you wanted to slag someone off,you went outside like men and sort it out face to face and not hide on tinternet. Smith out..
