Friday, 27 May 2016

I still love Hull City AFC

I love football and I particularly love Hull City AFC. I always have and I always will.



Football has always been my best friend. I know that sounds corny but try to avoid throwing up because it’s 100% true. I didn’t have a horrendous childhood, relatively speaking, but I had plenty of rough times and football was always my escape. Playing footy, reading about football, thinking about football, playing football games on my Speccy computer (or later Amiga) and especially going to Boothferry Park to watch City – almost all of my memories from when I was a kid belong to one of those categories. The serious stuff that made things tough at times pales in comparison to memories of my best friend – Hull City.

Twenty odd years later and I still feel exactly the same. Life isn’t always easy. I have a wife and kids and we’ve had some real lows to deal with in the past couple of years that I won’t bore you with but football has still been my escape. Coaching kids or tweeting and writing about and watching City is my escape from the occasionally horrible realities of life.

We’ve always been through the mill as Hull City fans and none more so than of late with the seemingly deliberate attempts to divide our support through name change bollocks, price rises and now this awfully executed membership scheme. Some are at the end of their tether with City because of it and I appreciate their frustration but I just don’t feel the same and never will.

Following Hull City means the world to me and I absolutely refuse to have that taken away from me by anyone. It’s hard sometimes under the current stewardship not to just chuck it in but I know that would be cutting my nose off to spite my face. I love City and everything that goes with supporting such a heart-wrenching, stomach-churning, brain-melting football club (referring to natural sporting turmoil not despicable, deliberate sabotage) and as long as I’m physically and economically able to – I’ll be there supporting.

This weekend brings a trip to Wembley – only our fourth ever. It’s not quite as exciting as that first trip on May 24th 2008 and to be honest, nothing football ever brings again will match the sheer joy and disbelief that day provided – and that was before we’d even kicked off! Nor is this as exciting as our appearance in the FA Cup Final in 2014. Another mind-blowing experience that never seemed possible. But it is still a rare experience. I got Goosebumps and shed a tear in 2008 visiting Boothferry Park after we’d been promoted at Wembley, thinking about the generations of City fans over 104 years who’d never got to feel what we felt that day and never got to see our City in the top flight.



Those people still cross my mind today. We’ve been spoiled as City fans since the minute Adam Pearson walked into the club in 2001. We’ve enjoyed unprecedented success and though a few have tried to sour it – we’ve seen our football club achieve things that a century of City fans dreamed off, desired and tens of thousands never witnessed.

A trip to Wembley, Hull City in the national spotlight and a shot at a third promotion to the top flight is still incredibly special. I’ve been excited for days but the reality is really starting to hit now and that mix of anticipation, pleasure, nervousness and fear is churning inside me. I simply cannot wait. I can’t wait to see Hull City on the biggest stage again.

I can barely bring myself to think about our future if we lose. I’m almost certain that – barring major new investment - it will bring about a scenario where we’ll not hit this heights for another generation or ten. But I don’t particularly care really. (Resisting the urge to use cheesy song lyrics here!)

I don’t care if Hull City are in the top flight or League 8. They’ll always be my anchor in life’s ocean. Most of all, they’re my best friend*.


*Cheesy, eh? Blame Don Williams!

Saturday, 30 April 2016

Bolton 1 Hull City 0: Momentum? What momentum??

I was last on match reporting duty away from home at Blackburn on February 13th. It was a competent, comfortable victory by a Hull City team far too good for middling Championship opposition and heading back to the League’s summit.

What on earth has happened to our football club in the 77 days since?




It wasn’t perfect on Feb 13th. Certainly no-one was sending the Allams Valentine’s flowers the following day after two years of acrimony over the failed name change and Steve Bruce wasn’t getting any either after the miserable performances in December but while those old wounds weren’t quite healing - no-one was picking at the scabs.

In 77 days, the wounds have been picked at, opened up and the innards pulled out and wrapped around the neck several times. The challenge for automatic promotion has given way to a play-off campaign none of players, manager or fans are looking forward too. Said manager has forgotten how to pick a winning team and is displaying all the motivation of a man standing atop the Humber Bridge holding a photo of his wife and her young, attractive boyfriend making love in his bed. The once-lauded playing squad is low on morale, responsibility and winning mentality. And the owners have antagonised the fanbase with a request to “Earn your stripes”. A membership scheme that penalises children and senior citizens (to add to the previously penalised “carer assisted” supporters) unless they shift themselves into the corners of the stadium or behind a goal.

“Why?” would be a fair question too. And the truth is, I have no bloody idea. There’s been no change in the playing staff. No signings, sales or injuries that would explain why form, confidence and belief went downhill faster than me and Jon Parkin in a rocket powered shopping trolley. The manager hasn’t changed the system, tactics or instructions that had the team pressing for the title. His staff is untouched, there’s been no interference from above or change in the tools he has to work with. Sure, we’ve got flaws but they’re the same flaws we’ve had all the time we were winning.

And as for why the club’s administration would introduce an unfair and unnecessary “membership” scheme at a time when fan relations were already fragile and attendances disappointing is the toughest question of all to answer. If it didn’t sound so utterly ludicrous, you’d suggest that they don’t want anyone in the stadium and they don’t want the team to succeed in winning promotion. No other explanation makes any sense.

So off the back of all that, we headed to Bolton to face hosts relegated from the league two weeks ago after one of the worst season’s in the club’s history. The only consolation for the Wanderers fans is that they still have a club. They’re the ultimate warning to any club in massive hock to a single investor and fans who think that somehow it’s not really debt.

It seemed a pretty simple task for The Tigers. Dispatch the team rooted to the bottom of the league and build on the tiny bit of momentum gathered since the realisation that automatic promotion had been chucked away set in. 1200 City fans followed the team to the Macron Stadium. That showed a level of commitment that wouldn’t be shown by the manager who made six changes from Tuesday’s win over Brentford (in which he’d made seven changes) or by the players who, for some strange reason, seemed to think this game didn’t matter.

City 4-4-1-1
Eldin Jakupovic
Brian Lenihan – Michael Dawson – Harry Maguire – Sam Clucas
Ahmed Emohamady – Isaac Hayden – Tom Huddlestone – Robert Snodgrass
Shaun Maloney
Chuba Akpom

I can’t explain that team. There was obviously a clear purpose to resting Moses Odubajo and Andy Robertson who’ve been almost ever-present this season and Michael Dawson needed a game on his return from injury. But otherwise? I’ve no idea. What will Sam Clucas get out of playing left back? Is Shaun Maloney going to do what he’s failed to do all season? Is Chuba Akpom going to develop a partnership with anyone playing on his own? I’ve enjoyed watching Brian Lenihan in the U21’s recently but he’s not going to be involved in play-off games so why’s he starting here?

Not a lot happened in the first half. It felt like a friendly, as did Tuesday. The lack of importance placed on the games by the manager is the reason. There was another peaceful “red card” protest against the name change followed by less peaceful “Allam Out” chants. Remember the chants in February? Me neither. The club have poked the fans again and awakened all this ill feeling.

The only positive was the combination of Lenihan and Elmohamady down our right. Both put in several good crosses that gave Akpom something to attack but he was the only one in the box. On 18, he did get on the end of a cross from Elmo but headed wide. That came just after he’d been played through on the left and chosen to try and find Elmo rather than running in on the keeper. They were the two big chances. Right on half time, Snodgrass curled a free-kick onto the top of the bar after Pratley had clobbered Maloney and been booked.

Davies was also booked for a foul on Maloney on the half hour. Bolton were flying into tackles. They were dead men walking but wanted it more than we did. Jakupovic saved at close range from Heskey after Davies skinned Clucas on 19 mins and Clough was denied runs in on goal by good defending from Lenihan early on and Maguire just before half time.

Half time: Bolton Wanderers 0 Hull City 0

If the first half was dull, the second was just dreadful. We controlled possession but passed slowly and almost exclusively in front of a ten-man defence. You know the story; you’ve seen it enough this season.

On 52 Jak spread himself to save from Davies after good work from Clough put him through on our right. Five minutes later Dawson flicked a near-post header wide from Snodgrass’s corner. We then hit the cross bar through Akpom who smashed a shot against it after Hayden had brilliantly battled his way down the right and Maloney cleverly dummied the cut-back. Then they scored. Sub Dobbie had all the time in the world to tap home at the far post after Huddlestone failed to cut out a cross and Maguire couldn’t stretch to head it [1-0]. It was awful defending. I’ve no idea where the right sided players where as Dobbie enjoyed the freedom of the park.

We never looked like coming back. The City fans chanted “This is embarrassing” and “Top of the league and we f**ked it up”. Both correct. Diame and Aluko replaced Akpom and Maloney leaving us striker-less. A pointless substitution but dwarfed in the “Why the hell did you bother?” stakes by the introduction of Ryan Taylor for Tom Huddlestone with fifteen to play. Shockingly, that brilliant tactical switch didn’t turn the game around.

Full time: Bolton Wanderers 1 Hull City 0

So did we learn anything from this? Not much in truth. But one important thing was hammered home. We can’t play Tom Huddlestone in a four-man midfield in the play-offs. Wonderful footballer though he is (sometimes), he just doesn’t have the mobility to cover our defence. This was made clear at the Macron numerous times but none more obvious than when he was booked for tripping Pratley because he didn’t have the speed to chase him. The only other positive was that Ahmed Elmohamady looked something like his old self.

Does any of that matter? I’m as optimistic as any City fan and I’m saying no. There’s no belief in our squad, our staff or our fanbase. There’s no confidence, there’s no strength of mind and there is nothing positive coming out of the club. We’re fourth in the Championship, heading into only our third play-off campaign ever and the place is shrouded in negativity. What’s anyone doing to sort that out? Pushing Steve Bruce out via David Burns and Phil Buckingham to beg fans to get behind the team while the club simultaneously alienate those same fans with their spiteful actions. The club gives nothing. They’re more interested in ensuring no-one accidentally calls us “Hull City” than in filling the stadium. The priorities of those in charge are wrong and have been for a long time.

I hope we do somehow make it through the play-offs. Because otherwise, we’re going in the same direction Bolton have gone since they tumbled out of the Premier League. They’re in freefall. We’ve still got a parachute. Anyone know if it opens?

Thursday, 21 April 2016

The flaws in Hull City's new membership scheme

The following was submitted for a Hull Daily Mail letters special on Thursday April 21st. The paper printed it but clipped all but the first line of the last paragraph. I can't imagine why?
Season passes are a thing of the past at Hull City
There has been a lot to be aggrieved about at Hull City for the last three years, despite some success on the pitch, but the new membership scheme takes it to a new level. I'm not against the idea in principle but it has massive flaws. I'm also unconvinced by the need for such a scheme. The gates this season have been really poor and the reasons for that are the pricing is too high, fans feel completely unwelcome and buying a ticket has become needlessly complex.

The membership scheme aims to resolve two of these problems, in pricing and ticketing, but in doing so, it's ensured that thousands of fans, OAPs and people with Children in particular, now have to pay a scandalous price increase or move from their seats. Seats they're used to, from where they enjoy the view and where they are, in most cases, surrounded by family or friends.

I'm not directly affected by the membership scheme, I'll save £50. But this situation isn't about me, it's about the fanbase as a whole. Or what's left of it. The solutions to the problems caused by the Allams aren't rocket science. We need prices that reflect the economy of the region, with concessions for OAPs, disabled fans, children and, crucially, the 16-22 year olds who'll be our support for the next 50 years if we don't exclude them now. Put the name change to bed once and for all as an olive branch to the disaffected supporters. Staff the ticket office and turnstiles appropriately. And then focus on building a football team we can all be proud of and enjoy watching.

How hard would that be? The Allams initially did great things for our club but they've eroded every bit of goodwill with their complete lack of understanding of football and fans. Trying to change the club's name, increasing prices on relegation, removing the ticket office and great, loyal staff, removing disabled concessions, removing the name from the badge, spending the away supporter's fund on opposition fans and now this. All whilst the debt grows and the level of support drops further and further. They could arrest these issues with simple solutions that take nothing more than being humble enough to admit your errors.

Friday, 26 February 2016

Hull City 0 Sheff Wed 0: The view from the stadium, not sofa


City were held to a second successive goalless draw at home by an unambitious Sheffield Wednesday.

Sam Clucas hits the post (ITV.com)
The visitors probably edged a tight first half but then came out in the second half a completely different team. Being wary would be understandable given our improvement in the second half of most games but this something else – fear. Sadly, The Tigers couldn’t punish their lack of purpose but it wasn’t for the lack of trying.

City 4-4-2
Allan McGregor
Moses Odubajo – Michael Dawson – Curtis Davies – Andy Robertson
Robert Snodgrass – Jake Livermore – David Meyler – Sam Clucas
Abel Hernandez – Mo Diame

 City started brightly with Odubajo looking a real threat from full back and Snodgrass pulling the strings. Wednesday got behind the ball quickly when we attacked and the two holding midfielders dropped but they were leaving four up front to counter if moves broke down and when that happened – they shifted the ball quickly and cleverly and caused some problems. For all the good approach play, City’s crossing and passing around the area let us down time and again – particularly from Odubajo who is tremendous running with the ball and has great movement off it but his crossing can be anywhere between excellent and diabolical.

Wednesday forced the first save of the game when McGregor stuck out a right boot to spare Davies’ blushes after he deflected Forestieri’s cross goalwards. City went down the other end, Snodgrass opened up space on the right, Livermore found Odubajo and his cross fell to Snodgrass, now at the far post, who forced a save with a powerful volley. The game was swinging towards Wednesday who had a little bit more threat around the box thanks to the enigmatic but dishonest Forestieri. He forced a tremendous save from McGregor from a direct free kick at least thirty yards out and minutes later smashed the crossbar with a drive from equal distance but way out on the right hand side.

Half time: Hull City 0 Sheffield Wednesday 0

The Tigers improved after the break but were helped by their attitude. I genuinely can’t imagine what was said in their dressing room at half time. Something along the lines of “You’ve done well boys, you’re threatening on the break and you could win this so get ten behind the ball, stop picking out passes and waste as much time as you possibly can. Capiche?”

Forestieri hit another pot-shot early in the half that took a slight deflection but didn’t fox McGregor. Diame then took an absolute age to get a shot off and when he finally did, it also took a big nick and dropped just wide. Clucas then missed the best chance of the game when Robertson slid a ball in behind, their defender got himself completely confused and as the keeper closed the angle on his right, Clucas lifter the ball over him but it drifted into the side netting.

That was a big miss because had it gone in, they’d have had to get men forward and we could have exploited the space left. Instead, they continued to retreat and space in behind was non-existent. City probed, passing the ball left to right and trying to open them up but they showed a lot of discipline and we had to work hard to make half-chances.

A rare Wednesday foray down our right was brilliantly halted by a Peter Beardsley-esque sliding tackle from Snodgrass who then found Diame and then Livermore, on to Clucas who carried it over half way, gave it back to Diame and he played in Hernandez who almost looped a shot over Westwood from eighteen yards. Nick Powell replaced Meyler in a positive substitution before Snodgrass went down on the goal line heading for the box. The ref said there was no contact which meant Snodgrass should definitely have been booked but wasn’t. I can’t for the life of me imagine why he’d throw himself down in that position when he’d just nutmegged left back Bennett and was heading goalwards. Unless he was trying to get Bennett sent off as he’d just been booked. Snodgrass looked furious regardless.

Powell initially took up a position on the left with Clucas moving centrally but then Powell spent most of his time running from between Livermore and Clucas. He’s an odd one. He plays the game without any sense of urgency which is often a sign of quality but didn’t particularly help here. When he didn’t have the ball he was excellent putting in two great tackles (as he did vs. Arsenal) and piling into their giant sub Nuhiu as he tried to waste time in the corner. He’s definitely got quality on the ball but when it’s not coming off, he looks lackadaisical.

Wednesday became increasingly negative and subbed on Ross Wallace to do nothing but chase Andy Robertson towards his own goal. They were clinging on but it was a risky strategy as the indefatigable Clucas played a one-two with Livermore and stroked a lovely shot against the post. Davies then headed wide from the resulting corner and Hernandez tested Westwood twice before the end, forcing a close range block after the keeper had dropped a cross under pressure from Akpom (on for Diame) and then a comfortable save from a curling effort after Powell and Livermore had opened them up.

They managed to waste most of the last ten minutes and the five added minutes to hang on for a point but not before they’d lost Forestieri to his second red card in six days. He pulled back Robertson on the counter for the first and then “dived” for the second. He was actually jumping out of the way of a late challenge from Dawson so was a tad unlucky but when you’ve a reputation for cheating – these things will happen.

Full time: Hull City 0 Sheffield Wednesday 0

The result isn’t disastrous given the good away victory on Tuesday but it is disappointing because we bossed a huge portion of the game and suffered a similar fate to the last home game. This is going to become the norm between now and the end of the season so we’re going to have to learn the lessons from it.

I’d question whether Diame should be starting up front at home. As against Brighton, he was fairly anonymous. There’s no doubting that he’s often involved in our best moments but he’s deeply frustrating for the rest and his failure to get hold of the ball and keep it was a big part of them wresting the advantage in the first half. I’d like to see two strikers at home so we can press the opposition high up the pitch and to give our excellent wide players a target.

Regardless of that, our decision making and crossing has to be far better in wide areas. Snodgrass, who looks fitter, stronger and quicker than he ever has in our colours, and Clucas had excellent games but wasted a lot of good situations. As did both full backs who worked tremendously hard but lacked a decent ball in and around the box.

We need to pass the ball quicker, particularly when making forward passes before the opposition get themselves set. There were times we did it well in the second half but other times when we missed the opportunity and then had to spend time prodding and probing. When the opposition are determined to get ten men behind the ball though, it’s easier said than done.

Off the pitch, perhaps a full stadium might help? Once again, for a clash between the top side in the division and a rival and near neighbour, there were thousands of empty seats. At thirty-three quid a ticket and upwards it’s hardly surprising. I know the club are aware of the situation and they’re messing around with advertising and videos and such to try and entice customers (none of it mentioning our name, of course). However, they appear to be steadfastly refusing to do the most obvious thing. Drop the bloody prices. Ten, fifteen, twenty. Charge what you like. But somebody reading this please recognise that you cannot charge thirty quid plus for a game that is on the telly in the (nice, warm) pub and expect a crowd.

Whinge over. So, it’s a point. Two fewer than we wanted but one we have to take and try to build on. It’s handed Middlesbrough an opportunity to take control of the title situation but otherwise, it keeps our destiny in our own hands. We’ve played two of the top ten this week, picked up four points and not conceded a goal. We’re greedy so we want more but on reflection – that’s not at all bad.


Saturday, 13 February 2016

Blackburn 0 Hull City 2: The Tigers top the Championship again



Hull City returned to the top of the Championship, for 48 hours at least, with a fine 2-0 win at Ewood Park, Blackburn.


(C) Hull Daily Mail

Who’s your Hull City cult hero? I was asked to pick mine recently. Four names spring to mind immediately (I’m way too young for Waggy and only saw the last knockings of Billy Whitehurst’s time at City): Dean Windass, Justin Whittle, Ian Ashbee and Duane Darby. 
 
Deano’s an obvious one and despite his controversial comments about the “Hull Tigers” fiasco, is still my hero. Ash is a club legend who battled to prove himself after each of his three promotions and two serious injuries. “Sarge” is arguably the most important signing the club has ever made. Darby might be a personal choice but I loved him after he took up the incredibly difficult task of replacing Dean Windass and his six-goal haul against Whitby and appearance on “Goal of the month” just cemented him as my favourite Tiger in a dreadful era.

On to a group of players looking to achieve cult following themselves. City made the trip to Ewood Park. A return of three wins from thirty trips, the last coming in 1986, mean it’s been far from a happy hunting ground historically. One of the scorers on that last victorious visit was a youth product called Steve Corkain who was making his debut. I’ve not seen every player of the last thirty years but I thought I was familiar with all of them. I have to say – he’s one I’ve never even heard of before.

City 4-4-2
Allan McGregor
Moses Odubajo – Michael Dawson – Curtis Davies – Andy Robertson
Robert Snodgrass – Jake Livermore – Tom Huddlestone – Sam Clucas
Abel Hernandez – Mo Diame

The one change from last week’s narrow defeat at Burnley was Huddlestone for Hayden. I’ve no idea why that was the case and there was no change of system to justify it. If the plan was for Huddlestone to get on the ball and make things happen – it didn’t happen during a dull first half. Blackburn were garbage. I was trying not to tweet it for fear of “jinxing” us but it’s true – they made Fulham look like Real Madrid. Jordi Gomez looked like he might pull some strings early on put if he was the puppet master, his puppet is knackered. It’s old and falling to bits. They seriously lack quality and the one player of any creative ability that they have, Ben Marshall, plays right back these days.

In spite of their uselessness and City’s superiority in possession, Allan McGregor was worked most of the two keepers. He saved low to his left from Marshall and later to his right from Craig Conway. At the other end, Jason Steele was tested only by Clucas’s tame volley after a lovely move involving Snodgrass, Hernandez and Odubajo.

City defended with calm assurance and had the majority of the ball but were clearly still playing within themselves. Hernandez was a willing runner but we rarely committed men forward and didn’t have enough of the ball in areas around the penalty area from where we could do damage. It’s always difficult to know whether it’s the manager or players holding something back but it’s clear that we go into away games showing a great respect for all opposition and like to feel our way into those games. It feels like we could dominate if we wanted but a level of caution is understandable given that not long ago we strode confidently into games at Rotherham and Preston and came unstuck against poor opposition.

An unmemorable half would have been anything but if Mo Diame had shot six inches lower on the half hour. He picked up the ball on the left wing, turned a first defender, put the ball through the legs of a second and then drove as a third and gave him another nutmeg before unleashing a decent effort from twenty yards that flew over. It was breath-taking stuff.

Half time: Blackburn Rovers 0 Hull City 0

If the team were restrained in the first half, they were unleashed after the break. Hernandez broke brilliantly down the right but ran out of steam as he hit the box and then Diame beautifully freed Snodgrass who faced one defender and had Hernandez in support but made a mess of a great opportunity. Robertson, who had a whale of a time roaming forward into the space left by the increasingly fractured Blackburn defence crossed for Hernandez who killed the ball instantly but shot powerfully wide of the near post. Next, Odubajo broke away and found Hernandez who set up Clucas to drive low and hard but wide of the far post. After a quiet forty-five minutes, we’d created four openings in the first six of the second half.

Just two minutes later and we’d lead. Snodgrass won the ball in our half and it found Diame who strode away, got a little lucky when his through ball was deflected rather than cut out and Hernandez raced on to the pass, rounded the keeper and slid into an empty net in from of the 1,311 City supporters at the “Darwen End” [0-1]. That’s sixteen goals for the season for “Abel H”, eitheen if you add his League Cup equaliser against Champions-elect Leicester and a World Cup qualifying strike for Uruguay.

Blackburn forced a couple of corners in response to the goal and Robertson had to clear off the far post after one awful delivery somehow bobbled past everyone until Ward met it but was denied by the Scot. The hosts would regret that spurned opportunity as Huddlestone dinked a pass over the top, Hernandez exposed their horrendous offside trap and as keeper Steele came out, Abel unselfishly slid the ball to his left where Diame stuck it into the once again open goal [0-2].

That was the end of the game as a contest in truth. City took their foot off Blackburn’s throat and with the usual raft of substitutions made it clear they were happy to see out a more than useful two-nil win. Tom Huddlestone, who’d put in as good a shift as he’s capable of, showed some magnificent touches and the again impressive Livermore added steel in the middle but produced a couple of moments that showed his tremendous vision. As City sat off, Blackburn were able to force some set piece situations, mostly awarded by the generous referee, and Dawson and Davies had to stand up to some balls into the box. McGregor made two fine saves from a powerful effort strike by Marshall and a dipping volley by Evans on their right.

City could have wrapped it up when Robertson, who turned up on the right several times in the game leading counter attacks, fed substitute Akpom but he shot straight at the keeper from six yards. I thought Akpom was offside but the linesman didn’t and it should have been buried.

Full time: Blackburn Rovers 0 Hull City 2

This game was won in the quarter of the game after half time. City’s ability to break in numbers at pace and composure in the penalty area put paid to a hapless Blackburn side. I’m sure it will lead to a discussion on just why we play with such tempo and quality only in short bursts but it’s hard to argue with the approach taken by Bruce given this was a fourth away win in five games and we are sitting pretty in a very competitive league.

Thanks to the joys of sat nav, I headed home via Rossendale. It’s a beautiful country road that twists and dips and in the last of the daylight, I was able to enjoy the combination of open fields and dense forest, the stone walls and the occasional building made of tough, local stone. There are worse places in the country to hear Radio 5 live announce “Hull City returned to the top of the Championship”.


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