Brilliant night, remember a driver smashing into the car in front of him, outside Brickies pub he was waving a flag out of the drivers window and singing with us, It really was a special night in our history.
Good times. Back before the plastics took over, when all the fans in the stadium were City through and through. (Apart from the Watford ones)
Attendance for that game 23.155. Season average 18,024. That was bumped up as we went on the run towards the end of the season.
One of my favorite ever nights. I lost my ticket round the ground before the game and a stranger found it and gave it back to me
Having spent a long time away and never really getting back, I recall having found the love - not a word I use lightly - and the feeling of belonging, then, eventually I remember this game; I won't forget it ( I couldn't attend). I won't forget the FA Cup Final or our first win at Wembley (what a spectacular goal!) - it was a family B-B-Q for me - I will forget the ****e so much easier. Saturday is what matters, do your own thing, mine is the lucky socks - don't mock the socks! Kick every ball, love every minute and be a supporter, a Hull City AFC supporter. I get pissed off with all of this nonsense and I blame myself as much as anyone else; I love the game, the sport of it and I love seeing others achieving what they think they can and then, perhaps, a bit more. Some of us have lost that physical challenge and nothing, really nothing, can ever replace it. I want us to win against Spurs more than anything in recent years; the FA Cup - great, but not the be all - this game is our next game, it is our pride - get behind it and believe. The thread title almost had me breaking into Sgt Peppers.
