Looking at Hatters Matters it's 24 years ago today since that great night at Upton Park. I haven't got round to writing about that yet but when I do it undoubtedly will mention the after-match encounter I had with a somewhat beefy Hammers fan. Crossing the car park I was approached by this character, and my spirits fell as I considered what might be about to transpire. How far can you be from the truth! he grabbed me by the hand and, with true Cockney accent, declaimed, "Well played mate - you really deserved that!"
Hatters Matters also told me that 3 years earlier we were at Boothferry Park - a 1-0 win. I have penned some words about trips there, (link below) - mainly reflecting on an earlier trip when my own "Rule of 6" was born. Includes pictures of the ground as it was - now long gone of course.
Another good write up, but I'm confused about :'these weren't small structures I was used to at Edgeley, where the lights seemed to hang over the corner flags. "
The two at the RE were nowhere near the pitch. The one at the CE next to the main stand was outside the ground, behind the CE. The Reservoir one was also well away from the pitch.
Full marks to our Supporters Club back in 1956 for raising £17,000 to pay for the lights, coupled with paying for the erection of the Barlow Stand.
Footnote:
We had our floodlight pylons erected eight years before Hulls.
Went to the game in November 93 boarded the finger flyer. Big Kev got the only goal of the game. But I remember this game for the hysterics at HT when a County fan ran on to the pitch naked.
Living in London at the time my mate Fred and myself went to see the excellent Manchester band ‘Molly Half Head’ on Friday night...we had a brilliant time and ended up very ‘worse for wear’. We came up with the idea that we needed to be at Hull the following day. Realising that if we went home sobriety would kick in and sense would prevail, we headed to King’s Cross station to book the first train we could...the ticket seller even said ‘are you sure lads?’ nodding in the affirmative we were on our way... ...or rather we weren’t as the first train up north wasn’t until 5 hours away. We dossed on the station sharing our cans with fellow residents until we shivered onto the 6am to Newark with the intention of changing there for Hull. We were hungover and tired so it won’t come as any surprise that we fell into a slumber almost as we sat down. I was the first to awake...groggily I looked out of the train window and couldn’t help notice the landscape was somewhat white...I checked my pockets to find I had enough money for 2 pints and entry to the ground. Clearly I hadn’t thought this through...most of my money had been taken up on the expensive train fare from London to Hull. Worse still I asked a squaddie in the seat opposite where we were...he remarked that we’d just left Newark. Arse!...we’d missed our changing station. I woke Fred up to tell him the good news, as he groaned in anguish I told him to take a glance through the window at the snow and ice-ridden landscape. He banged his head on the table in disgust...also, he only had about £10 to his name. I had a new debit card on me but my PIN number hadn’t come through so as far as I was concerned I had money in the bank but couldn’t access it. Fred hadn’t taken his card with him to the gig the evening before. It had all gone wrong. We had next to no money, we had missed the station where we had to change and the landscape indicated that the game wouldn’t take place anyway. Our luck then changed! Doncaster station worked as a way of finding ourselves Hull-bound, for some unknown reason I managed to talk my way into withdrawing money from a sympathetic bank cashier in the Hull branch of Nat West....and we found that the game was on! What started out as a text book County disaster had suddenly turned into a cracking day in the local boozers. All we needed now was a result....and thanks to the big man we got exactly that! We sat (can laden) on the choo-choo home with beaming smiles and emptier pockets. It was worth every penny. A great weekend was had although there was a bit of explaining to do to the wife on my return. ....and can I just clear up one thing here?....I may have had a tincture or two before the game but under no circumstances was it me (for some reason on one of the most freezing games I’ve ever attended) who divested myself of my attire and run on the pitch....it was way to bloody cold! One of the many referred to as being ‘Dim Witted’ for still using this board. (...probably right when I think about it)
Never went, I hear there were some rough types there, I would perhaps have had to dust off the 'widow maker'..Didn't they wreck Edgeley in the 70s?..where was Dosser that day?
Was that the 0-0 in the Cup. Captained by Terry Neil - they were one of the dirtiest sides I have ever seen- the ref was a pussy - VAR would have got them at least 3 red cards. Went to the reply -lost 0-2- remember Boothferry Park as being a giant corrugated iron shell. County since 1967 North Lakes, Brisbane
Yep that’s the one, we had just paid £7000 for Ian Broomfield, he may have played at EP, Hull were cavemanish on and off the pitch.There Is a Light That Never Goes Out.
on 27/11/2020, 12:39 pm
