Re: Who remembers Boothferry Park?
Posted by PhilRobbie on 27/11/2020, 9:26 pm, in reply to "Re: Who remembers Boothferry Park?"
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)