Can't remember. I remember one of the lads who went saying they hired a car to travel around and between the games.
Can't remember. I remember one of the lads who went saying they hired a car to travel around and between the games.
Can't remember. I remember one of the lads who went saying they hired a car to travel around and between the games.
Can't remember. I remember one of the lads who went saying they hired a car to travel around and between the games.
I’m not local, grew up in a city with giant teams and supported one of those, but never went to a match because no one we knew went to matches and it was the eighties and mum said I couldn’t go on my own because of the hooligans. Fast forward after a bit of “life”, now living & working in Hull with a philosophy of “support your local team”. Has been an eventful, enjoyable few years, and Hull has supplanted my childhood team in my passions. I do wonder if actively choosing to support a team, like me and Febos, somehow makes a difference in attitude compared to those of you who inherited it through your family connections? I do envy your memories, particularly as my first match was a random match as an adult (Gillingham v Man City).
If that was the FA Cup tie with Stoke 70/71 i was there for that one with me tiger rattle and stood on a wooden stool made by my dad. I have memories of it but i think its what Dad said tgat i recall .. Banks pulling one from behind the line to deny Waggy or Chillo .. Terry Conroy going round the pitch chopping everything above grass .. lost it 2-3 i think. Watched in from the East stand. I also think that was the game that when we scored our second my dad shouted that much his false teeth flew out and he spent the next five minutes searching around the feet of fellow supporters !!
You are absolutely correct as always Mrs BMB. I won't reach 80 till January 13th and the Man U. match was in the 6th round of the FA Cup, not a semi-final. My memory is not what it once was. Its good to hear from you and I trust Mr.BMB and your good self are both well. I have missed you on here for quite some time. My very best wishes to you both for the Holiday Season and the coming year. Stay well !!
Dennis Smith was the one doing the chopping. Don't think Ian Butler tried to go round the outside of players as much after that game. Conroy broke just before half time and I think it was Billy Wilkinson who, instead of just shepherding him along until reinforcements arrived, dived in, missed the ball and Conroy was left with a clear run at goal. Banks did claw the ball back from over the line. I could see that and I was at the other end of the ground, so how couldn't the ref? The ref didn't notice either that the throw in which led to their third goal was ours or that Ritchie was offside when he nodded it in. Never felt so gutted after a City match and only just coming to terms with it.
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Now you mention it i think my Dad dix say Smith was the one doing ghe chopping tbh.. and not until you mentioned it did i remember the debate over the throw in .. funny how the memory is jogged. Even then we were shafted by officials !
I had only been going for a few months when this game took place. As I was only 7 , and a big unruly crowd was expected , mam and dad said I could not go . Dad and my brother went , I stayed at home with mum . It was another 10 years , when we played Tottenham in the FA cup before I saw us play in front of a similar sized crowd .
Cheers CT and your greetings are reciprocated. We are both bouncing along healthwise with me on Sunset Strip and BMB reaching the 80 mark 4 months ago. On his 80th birthday he took me for a surprise lunch in the country and then completely wrote off his favourite car on the way back- a memorable day! Only injury was his pride. A good win for Hull City yesterday. Staying with us for Christmas at present are our Aussie best friends with the wife a Welsh lass and staunch Swansea supporter. The match was televised live here early this morning and we watched and enjoyed it. She believes Hull City will finish above Swansea this season.
I didn’t have older family members going to City before I went (actually my Uncle did but I didn’t find that out until much later. He was a Normandy Veteran and he left me his scarf from the 1920’s when he died...I wore it at Wembley) I first went on a free ticket from school. I’m hoping I get like old people who can remember everything from years ago, but right now I can’t. I seem to think it was v Hereford so checking that game suggests it was 76/77 and it was a 1-1 draw However I can’t really remember the match details...what I can remember is the feeling, the smells, the lighting making the turf look incredible, the shared sense of it being ‘your’ team, going with friends (far to young according to today’s rules) walking to the ground together, walking away from the ground slightly in fear of getting involved in a fight but knowing for a FACT that was it, I’d be coming to as many matches as I could As John said, that free ticket was great long term value for the club and cost me a fortune!
And exactly what the new owners (please God!!) should be doing with Upper West for every school they can give tickets to. 10 children one supervising adult ratio or something like..
That’s similar to my first recollections. My first game, a one off, my Uncles took me & my older brother to. It was Oxfotd & a 0-0. Records show it will have been in 1973 so I was 6. That’s all I remember from the game. But I do remember being stood at the front of Kempton, playing in the emptier parts, the pitch & the lights. When the chance to get free tickets came up at school a few years later I grabbed one every time. I had a very well paid (for a kid) School Holiday job from 13 & used the proceeds to fund my habit when freebies weren’t available.
Yeah the habit soon grew into shooting into town to jump on a coach from Ferensway or spending all my money on a train (with a single ticket because you knew you’d get shepherded onto the train back by police whether you had a ticket or not)
