Friday 5th April
Super League
Hull FC
36 Hull KR 6
My first taste of seeing the Robins live this season and suffice to say
it wasn’t the occasion I’d have hoped for!
Deprived of the Elder Slushette, who’d opted instead to do the annual
Welwick Two-Wheelers sponsored bike ride with her mum, I was accompanied to the
KC by my youngest daughter. It was her
KC Stadium debut. Indeed it was her
rugby league debut and given how hard I’ve found it to keep her entertained at
Easington games, I knew a big bag of Haribo Mix would be needed for this one.
Despite Radio Humberside and the Hull Daily Mail ‘bigging’ up this
annual Good Friday meeting (which had been reversed due to Craven Park’s
ongoing facelift) tickets had been relatively easy to come by. Even the appetite of the Rovers support didn’t
seem quite as keen this time round. Of
course the North Stand was solid red and white but where we were in the Upper
West, although there was a decent showing, it wasn’t packed to the halfway line
as has been the case in the past.
A crowd of approaching 19,000 would suggest the Hull fans were equally luke-warm in their
approach to the game. It certainly wasn’t
the “hottest ticket in town” that Humberside’s Sports Talk programme would have
us all believe.
In fact, all the hype achieved was to again provide the ammo to the many
RL-hating City
fans who like to quote the Derby’s failure to
sell-out the KC as proof that Hull
is a “football city” and not a “rugby town”.
And on days like this it’s hard to argue with them – especially with City
pulling in comparable gates to this on a regular basis in the Championship this
season.
I’ve no doubt that had the Dullers known their team, inspired by veteran
Lee Radford and the outstanding Jordan Turner, were going to systematically
dismember their cross-river rivals so clinically (especially after the break)
they’d have ensured the ground would have been packed to capacity!
As it was, with about ten minutes to go, the Younger Slushette – having
cleaned up her aforementioned sweets in addition to a cereal bar, packet of cheese
snacks and a drink – turned and asked, “We can’t win so can
we go now Dad?” As much as I was desperate to say yes, I had
to calmly explain to her that whatever the result, Rovers fans do not leave
early…unlike our black & white-supporting brethren who have become mass
proponents of the “Wigan Walk” in recent times.
I’m not sure she fully understood but I felt better for having given her
such an important early lesson.
That said, as soon as the hooter brought our suffering to an end, we
were up and out of our seats quicker than Usain Bolt and on the way back to the
car.
As a footnote, a couple of hours later, as I sampled the latest cask
offering (“Old Speckled Hen”) from the
new management of The Neptune Inn, I realised I’d taken abuse from half-a-dozen
Hull FC fans since returning to the well-populated pubs in the village. Of those six, none had been to the game. The lunchtime kick-off, Sky showing the game
live and the KC’s pricing structure were all to blame for this, apparently.
Then again, having paid £14 for a 5-year-old to watch her team get
mullered first time out, I began to wish I’d used one of these as a way to cop
out myself.
Those of you wishing to actually read about the game itself can do so here. As for me, somehow a bit of Gene Chandler would seem appropriate… ;-)
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