One of my greatest rugby memories.

Stood at the scoreboard end and the crowd went barmy. Absolute scenes at the end!

Oddly enough, all the way through that game I fancied us cos they weren't pulling away and we kept within striking distance but I must to being amazed at the ending.cStraight off back to Brickies to celebrate and Monday morning was erm , slightly unproductive, in the skips office at DJ Broady that day!

We did the same Seb, there was a long line of cones and roadworks galore, the weather wasn't too good either and my uncle Ralph, who was the posh member of the family with a Ford Sierra (We had a crappy Vauxhall Viva) drove like a maniac to get us there. Unforgettable night, my big brother Dave only got in at half time such was the chaos.

We played a curtain raiser in 1982 before a packed crowd. We were Boulevard Juniour High against Hall Road. The crowd cheered for Hall Road as they were in black and white hooped jerseys while we were in all black, they won 8-6 as they had a lad whose kicks actually rose above two feet.

Anyone remember the collections for Hull City? When we were asked by Arthur Bunting to go their home game? We went, as did a good few hundred others and all through the match they sang "Come cos of Arthur, we've only come cos of Arthur" - one wonders if the present City administration would return the favour , should it be needed.

Anyone who has watch FC for a few decades will agree with you that it was the greatest end to an FC game ever miraculous was the word for it. Personally the ending at Catalan a couple of seasons ago when we won with a drop goal in golden point and when Sneyd won the match single handedly was another we will all remember in years to come too. Catalan scored to draw two points ahead with only a minute to go and from the kick off Sneyd kicked it so finely for just ten yards they couldn't judge it and touched it when it was coming down just short and were off side and Sneyd landed a fifty yard penalty from the centre spot on the hooter to level it up. Then he kicked off golden point and somehow managed to find touch and from the ensuing scrum he dropped a goal to win the game. Once again almost miraculous.

If I hadn’t actually seen the ending to that Catalan game, I wouldn’t have believed it!
Unbelievable.

There was another game I seem to remember. Think it was against Halifax at the Boulevard. We were in the depths of a relegation battle (David Lloyd era).
We were getting well beat, but decided to mount a second half fightback. We had a try disallowed right at the end, that would have given us the win. Halifax than knocked on, and from the scrum Hallas (I think) scored from a Horne (I think) kick through.
Again , absolute scenes.
Apologies if some of the details are incorrect.
What I do remember is that it was a bright moment in a rubbish season!

Another game I recall was the Championship final at Maine Road during the 50's when Colin Hutton grabbed the ball, built himself a mound of sand and proceeded to kick the match winning goal, from the touchline and right on time!! As a teenager that memory has stuck with me all this time and I'm approaching 80.

Yeh absolutely right mate Horny was really young then but in fact it was a towering Horne up and under that Hallas Caught on the run and charged in. famous victory!

Thanks Wilf! The disallowed try maybe came from the kick through?

Also remember Michael Smith had a good game for us (second half) that day.
One and only time I think!

Think it was Mark Johnson in the corner but was adjudged to have been in touch.
Horne kicked through early in the tackle count for Hallas to score. Had we lost that we were pretty much down.

It was Horne who kicked through and had the try disallowed. For Irregular Hoops here's the Codgers Corner here are my reminiscences of that day.

" .......I found myself on my own, sat there in glorious isolation on Bunker’s Hill as the drizzle started to fall. After about 20 minutes everything was ‘going to plan’ and we were 18-0 down.

I remember at the start of the second half Halifax’s Mercer barrelled in for another try, only to be pulled back by the referee for a ‘double movement’, but they converted a penalty, while amidst chants of “You’re on the P*ss”, from the Threepenny’s Hull’s Michael Smith dropped the ball twice, when it appeared easier to score and it was little different to the first half, as Halifax piled forward again. Then, after 60 minutes things started to change. Logan Campbell ‘fed’ young Richard Horne who went over in the corner and ‘Two Bobs’ Rob Roberts added the goal. Before we could even talk of this being a consolation try, Hallas stole the ball and sent Gary Lester flying away on a 60 yard run for the galloping and supporting Steve Craven to score our second. All of a sudden the tiny gathering of ‘pilgrims’ was sounding more like a ‘proper’ crowd and I hurried back to the ‘New’ Threepenny’s to join in the fun. Our excitement was tempered when Halifax’s Holroyd dropped a goal, but soon after that Michael Smith actually caught the ball before stumbling over the line on his knees and amazingly we were just three points behind!

Then, of course, as always happens when you’re down and there’s a glimmer of hope, the unbelievable and then the inevitable happens to extinguish it. Firstly, with just two minutes left, Richard Horne belied his years to brilliantly grubber ahead, collect and score, we went barmy before of course, Referee Connolly disallowed the try. Why? Well to this day I’ll never know, but that was it, or at least it should have been. With just seconds to go Horne took a ball from the last scrum of the game, kicked a desperate towering up and under and Graham Hallas somehow got underneath it, caught it on the run over his head to cruise through a gap and over the Halifax line, ‘Two Bobs’ goaled and we were victorious 24-21. It was an amazing scene, we’d not won anything but 2 points and a game against the ridiculously named Blue Sox and we were not even safe from relegation, but women danced, children screamed and grown men wept!!

I remember years afterwards my pal Kathy said that by that time all her family had given up hope and so she attended by herself. At the end she was overcome by the drama of it all and searched desperately to find someone to dance with and hug, it was that sort of day at the Boulevard. At half time the win seemed impossible! Years later I asked Steve Crooks about that game and he told me that he can never ever remember shouting at a team like he did that day in the half time break, and he added that most of what he said was totally unrepeatable ....".

That’s brilliant, thanks Wilf!

It’s funny how you sometimes get these great times and memories when the going is tough . Maybe that’s what makes it all the more special.

A brilliant night!

I remember Paul Woods knocking a couple of Rovers player down like skittles and putting in Graham Evans also in under the sticks.

18,500 packed into The Boulevard that night. They’d even added an extra 500 seats around the speedway track to meet the demand.

We’re still the current holders of the BBC2 Floodlit Trophy!

Amazing night!

I got the afternoon off school and me and my Dad where one if the first in the ground. Stood on The Kop. However, due to the roadworks, fans were still coming in at half time. There must have been over 30,000 from Hull there that night and a great atmosphere. We scored two tries in three minutes with the same runaround move from Kemble and Topliss (you don’t see teams do that type of move anymore). Then Crooksie side stepping in from dummy half to clinch it!

I was there too HR and recall jumping the barrier and running on to the pitch at the end to join the on pitch revelry. It was in 1956 and we were again league champions exactly 20 years on from winning our previous league champions trophy.