At Kings Cross I was fretting. Watching everybody who disembarked from every train. With no mobile phone, I couldn't easily contact Tony and Fiona who were coming to London from Hull with my precious ticket - now worth the princely sum of £196! (2x£98). Their train had been repeatedly delayed and arrived at the station an hour late. Phew!
Tube to Liverpool St. Scurry to the Travelodge. Back on the tube to Wembley Park. Then out into the sunshine of Wembley Way. The great arch of the new Wembley beckoned us like Mecca - and I don't mean the bingo halls of that name! The black and amber army were on the move.
Yorkshire Pudding with Fiona on Wembley Way
By our turnstiles, I tried to sell Shirley's ticket for twenty minutes but it was futile so I gave up and ventured into our nation's finest football stadium. As an aside, might I just say that it is absolutely disgusting and wrong that a huge swathe of seats on one side of the pitch are essentially "owned" by corporate rich bastards who will often not even bother turning up for games. This is our national stadium for Christ's sake! And these empty seats provide the best view of the game in progress, situated as they are on the halfway line. Utterly disgraceful!
The game itself will be remembered for Dean Windass's fantastic volley ten minutes before halftime. The ball rocketed into the net and sent 37000 Hull fans into a state of sheer delirium. In the second half, Bristol City pressed hard but without a cutting edge up front. I was as nervous as hell, watching the minutes tick away. It seemed as if this was going to be our dream day but with all the misery and disappointment we have known over the years, I feared that failure would be snatched from the jaws of success until the referee blew his whistle and we had won! The greatest day in Hull City's history. The biggest prize in world football. The Premiership! Tears streamed down my cheeks and we hugged everyone around us - shaking hands, kissing, patting backs. We had bloody done it! The Tigers in the Premiership! I do not give a fig that we will struggle amongst the big boys next season. This was our day and nobody will ever take it from us. We are 'Ull! We are 'Ull! We are 'Ull!
As I said to Shirley in the morning - her mum's name was Winifred, Winnie - often shortened to Win. Win! It was auspicious and I dedicate that historical game to her memory. May she rest in peace forevermore.
Such a day for you - such a big big world and such big big emotions....
ReplyDeleteIf condolences from a stranger are acceptable then I send them to you both...they are sincerely meant.
And football? well done tiger.
Please pass on our condolences to Shirley, YP. It's a sad loss for her.
ReplyDeleteCondolences & congratulations, bittersweet mate, bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about Winnie... but pleased to hear about your win. What a bloody contrasting time of it you're having.
ReplyDelete104 years of complete unremarkableness punctuated by a 20 yard volley. Hull City (very much like the city itself) are on the "up". You're in for some thrills and spills next season aren't you!?!?
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I will think of Shirley as she grieves the death of her mother. I am glad you had a good time at Wembley, and empathize with your frustration over the empty seats owned by people who don't even appreciate them.
ReplyDeletePlease also pass my condolences to Shirley on the loss of her mum.
ReplyDeleteAm happy to see Hull get promoted and enjoyed watching the game on the tele. Great game
DEIRDRE, JENNY, DAVID, ARCTICSOX, ALKELDA & CRAIG... Thanks to all of you for your condolences which have duly been passed on.
ReplyDeleteI was so happy for you with Hull's success, but then was totally shocked when I read this. Don't know what to say now except how very sorry I am. So fast. Poor Shirley.
ReplyDeleteRest in Peace Win..
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