Category: Memory Lane

LEONID SLUTSKY Welcome to the Tigers. Welcome to Hull. We love this club, and you will find it’s very rarely dull. We’re proud of our history. We’re proud to have you here. I can’t recommend the vodka....

Wembley Trip – Friday 10th November 2017 – England v Germany All the names of the walking football regulars went into the hat and the lucky four came out, winning a trip to Wembley, by courtesy of the Tigers Trust, to see...

We’ve been at it for some time now, And it’s coming along quite well. We’re getting slicker. A little bit quicker, And the teamwork’s beginning to gel. We still grunt and groan in the warm up, And the old...

The sun didn’t shine, but we didn’t care. It was simply a privilege just being there. We were walking on sunshine. Higher than kites. The night before; we had sleepless nights. We strutted our stuff, as we seized the day. The...

There is a sport for older folk. Walking football is its name. It’s a passion for all of us who still yearn to play the game. It makes us feel nineteen again, and where’s the harm in that? It even helps to keep you fit, and...

Now let me take you back in time to 1974. City versus Sunderland, 3-1 the final score. The first goal: Scorer: Hawley. Hear the North Stand roar. The greatest goal the Boothferry Park faithful ever saw. It was like watching...

From October 1971 until August 1975 I worked for the Bailey Organisation, the nightclub business which had opened in Hull in September 1971, on the top of the Co-op building, which had previously operated as the Skyline...

Recently it has been announced that World Cup hero, Nobby Stiles is unwell, suffering from Alzheimer’s, which has affected him for quite a few years. I had the pleasure of spending an evening with Nobby back in 2002 when I was...

MIKE PHELAN Between a rock and a hard place, Following a well-loved face, Couldn’t really last the pace. Mike Phelan. Given an impossible job to do, No cash to bring in someone new A victim of a bloodless coup Mike Phelan....

Remembering my early days watching Hull City at Boothferry Park, when as a lad you waited for the toss up to find out which way the Tigers were kicking. If you wanted to watch the team attacking you raced around the ground to...