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My first game was a local derby with Scunny and I was hooked from then on. Boothferry was full. Some interesting characters played in that match: Ian Botham the cricketer and Steve Mclaren, the wally with the brolly. Profile picture is 'Rambo' Billy Whitehurst, they ought to get him in as a coach to knock some of our strikers into shape, don't think the current coach has much of an idea in that regard with just Frazier saving our skins at the moment.

I was at that game when Botham played. Remember Joe Neehan (sp) getting loads of grief cos him & Botham has been pulled for beating some lad in Scunny.

I don’t recall it being full though. Fuller than the norm at the time maybe but not full.
 
I am a Beverlonian and was curious as to whether Hullensians were capable of doing anything better than us, when to my horror I noticed that they had a professional football team whilst ours was languishing in Division 85 or whatever the **** they're in. I thus decided to spend every Saturday wearing a Diadora 3-piece and saying 'er nerr ar chardunaay, wer a gerl dowun agaaain'
 
Mate from school went, so went with him
Became hooked

It was a mindblowing experience watching live footy regularly over tv games
 
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I was at that game when Botham played. Remember Joe Neehan (sp) getting loads of grief cos him & Botham has been pulled for beating some lad in Scunny.

I don’t recall it being full though. Fuller than the norm at the time maybe but not full.

Lower league footballer Joe Neenan took the honours for his mate, multi-capped England cricketer Ian Botham ..... FACT!
 
Born in Hull
My dad went to games

My dad took me for first time in 1965/66
Season , City beat Mansfield 4-0

Loved Boothferry park at first sight

My mates also watched city .

Bunkers was great and was was the kempton when I was old enough to go to games on my own

The chanting ...the Aggro....loved everything about it

Took my 2 young neices to games at the kcom and many away games

Hated the fact the Allams locked young fans out of the stadium with the NO concessions ****

All seater Stadiums
Not being able to stand near friends
People moaning sit down
Fans being treated like lepers

Stopped going two seasons ago after 50 years

Will always love HULL CITY

Though I now love watching Scarborough Athletic

It like going back in time non League footy

Stand up
Change ends if you want
Affordable to all
Golden goal tickets

I will be back at some City games when the Allams leave

But most of the time I will be watching Scarborough just because it's far easier for me to get to Scarborough's ground at present
 
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Footy was life when younger as many on here know...not just the game but long standing friendships , away day adventures
Kids sneaking radios into school to listen to the fa cup draw..Playing footy outside in holidays , collecting real Footy cards bought in packets with bubble gum..footy was very much a social occasion
The magic of cheap away days with British Rail..

Rant over from an old git
 
Dad was a trawler man and when he was home that was our father, son time. Though I do remember one night probably a Wednesday game being outside of Three Tuns while my Dad had a drink or 3 or 4 with my uncles who were home from sea at the same time. Mum went beserk.... <laugh>... I was likely about 10 when I started going regularly, easy for me as we lived just of Boothferry Road, pals and I used to wait outside the players entrance near Frankie Banks house on North Road to get autographs. Imagine, meeting a player, an actual player.... !!.. a Hull City player... starstruck.. not to mention the adrenalin rush when Sunderland, or Boro or any opposing supporters train stopped at Bunkers Hill.
 
What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.

SIr Bobby Robson
 
What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.

SIr Bobby Robson

Not my usual parlance, but:

Amen to that.
 
Loved Boothferry park at first sight

This is at the core of it for me.

When I was first taken aged about 7 I couldn't believe such a place could exist.

The size of it, the enormity, the noise, the colour, the closeness of people.

It blew my tiny, young mind.


Every experience I had at that ground became part of my DNA. The turnstiles. The unyielding concrete steps, the cold, metal barriers, the stantions, the roof, the Bovril stall, the invalid carriages, the half time scoreboard, the floodlights, the directors box, the press box high in the roof.

Chants, songs, pitch invasions, coppers, programme sellers, scarves, badges, announcement of the team, then altering the printed XI in the programme accordingly.


The toilets.

Oh my God, the toilets!


Meeting mates. Planning. Plotting. Reckoning you were going to run their crew.

Yer right.


These were spiritual experiences when you were 8, 10, 12 or whatever.

They get into your being.

They will not leave.

They cannot leave.




You're stuck with it.
 
I started going to the odd game in 64 but more regularly in 65 - I remember the Xmas game winning against Millwall with over 40k in the ground - I remember climbing over the small barrier and sitting at the side of the pitch in the corner between Kempton and Bunkers - also went to the cup games the same season against Forest, Southampton and Stockport but my parents absolutely refused to take me to the Chelsea replay because of the crowds
 
This is at the core of it for me.

When I was first taken aged about 7 I couldn't believe such a place could exist.

The size of it, the enormity, the noise, the colour, the closeness of people.

It blew my tiny, young mind.


Every experience I had at that ground became part of my DNA. The turnstiles. The unyielding concrete steps, the cold, metal barriers, the stantions, the roof, the Bovril stall, the invalid carriages, the half time scoreboard, the floodlights, the directors box, the press box high in the roof.

Chants, songs, pitch invasions, coppers, programme sellers, scarves, badges, announcement of the team, then altering the printed XI in the programme accordingly.


The toilets.

Oh my God, the toilets!


Meeting mates. Planning. Plotting. Reckoning you were going to run their crew.

Yer right.


These were spiritual experiences when you were 8, 10, 12 or whatever.

They get into your being.

They will not leave.

They cannot leave.




You're stuck with it.
That's up there with Sir Bobby's. The thread and then this post particularly has certainly got me reminiscing. I am not sufficiently eloquent to put those early experiences into words, but you've achieved it there.
 
This is at the core of it for me.

When I was first taken aged about 7 I couldn't believe such a place could exist.

The size of it, the enormity, the noise, the colour, the closeness of people.

It blew my tiny, young mind.


Every experience I had at that ground became part of my DNA. The turnstiles. The unyielding concrete steps, the cold, metal barriers, the stantions, the roof, the Bovril stall, the invalid carriages, the half time scoreboard, the floodlights, the directors box, the press box high in the roof.

Chants, songs, pitch invasions, coppers, programme sellers, scarves, badges, announcement of the team, then altering the printed XI in the programme accordingly.


The toilets.

Oh my God, the toilets!


Meeting mates. Planning. Plotting. Reckoning you were going to run their crew.

Yer right.


These were spiritual experiences when you were 8, 10, 12 or whatever.

They get into your being.

They will not leave.

They cannot leave.




You're stuck with it.

Ernie, you just wrote for hundreds and thousands past and present....
 
Elder brothers took me a few times in the Terry Neill era. Probably got in their way after that but it was enough for me to get hooked. So will always be grateful to them for that. All other mates supported the bigger clubs. I've had a pass on and off from around 74/5 and then continuous since we moved into the KCom. Actually we boycotted one season, ga e up the boycot a couple of matches in and ended up seeing every game anyway. Usually managed just a few away games per season since early 80's
Inspired by this thread, I wanted to work out my first ever game. i remember very well it was 1.1 vs Cardiff around 1970-2, under Terry Neill. Googled it and it seems we drew 1.1 vs Cardiff at Boothferry 4 successive seasons for 1970! I am fairly certain it was 1970, and as Ernest describes, everything else about that game is so firmly in my memory, it is in my DNA.
 
Born in Beverley, my dad took me to BP in the 80s under Brian Horton, only a couple of times and I remember one match being a 1-1 vs West Ham and Big Billy was playing - in fact he scored.

Can't say I really got the bug big time then but I did put Match magazine's centre-fold Hull City team photo on my bedroom wall. I think back then my dad was a bigger fan than me and my Uncle tried to get me to support Leeds

Members of my family have been going to City since 1908 - we have a postcard to prove it - my Great GreatUncle writes about the games as he corresponded with his brother who also attended Sheffield United matches as he lived there and they set up a sibling rivalry it seems!

My Great Uncle died at BP after suffering a heart attack following a goal in 1958

My Grandad & Nana were friends with Terry Neil, Ken Houghton, ian Butler in the 70s

My did was a lifelong fan..

So I'm folllowing the tradition and I went to city's first ever European tie which is something none of the above ever saw