and goal posts that go all the way up ....

To go forward or back?

Well, after building the Boulevard, I might be tempted to go back in time and bring back 17 or so players.

Remember at Scarborough st school getting free tickets to clear the straw of the pitch when fc played Wigan,we laid on the straw watching the game and remember the great aurhur keegan tackling Boston an breaking his collar bone in doing so.Great memories of Boulevard training with boulevard juniors, sullivan just back from injury gave us all almost 30 yards + start and still easy beat us . great place nothing ever like it for atmosphere

I remember having to stand on a milk crate in the well to see when I first started going, threepenny was amazing pre vp fire but it was time for us to move on

Sound like the stuff of legend. Anyway, it's rolled over to £150m, so with the extra £7m I'm tracking down the recipe and installing concessions with free pies for all.

The recipe died with the old boy as I recollect hearing, damn bloody shame that. but if you can unearth it, I'll certainly make them and flog them outside of the KC to willing buyers.
I started out as a pastry chef many moons ago so I might just have a crack at making a few this week, sometimes you can't beat a properly crisp water crust pastry...nom nom
getting the gravy right though is the trick, not too thin, not too thick and a proper seal so it doesn't run out..fork tine crimping too

As with all things they pass and we move on. One thing you can't take back are the memories. I don't have fantastic thoughts about Threepennies I never stood in there. Think I sat in it once, but the ground wasn't about that old stand for me. Although the two seats I have from the stand will always remain special.

My first match was in 76 and while I don't recall the match or the date. It would have been around Nov / Dec time I do know I loved the whole match day experience from the off.
The smell of deep heat or whatever they used. The sound of the crowd even if as a 6 year old I had no idea what most of it meant.

Seeing the players in the dug out. We stood in the well at the time. Standing on the wall next to the dugout and hearing what the coaches etc were saying, providing some short didn't tell you to get down.

It was magical for a kid of 6.

Then moving on we stood behind the sticks (Airlie Street end) and enjoyed the golden era from there. We are a big family and many of us would be stood there with close friends. It was great. Most of my friends had dull Sunday afternoons at home watching bullseye and songs of praise. I had the Boulevard (or many an away game).
We were the cream of the RL world. It was brilliant.
So my favourite childhood memories are there seeing the stars of the day.

In later years with only 4 or 5 thousand there it wasn't such a sporting spectacle but it was still special.
That final night was not going to be missed by me. I raced up north from work and remember taking 10 minutes to myself to reflect on the old place. I shed a tear as we said goodbye. But it was time to move on.
There was no way I'd take my kids to it today in the state it was in. They are spoilt today. (And if you follow me on twitter you will know my kids visit many sports grounds)

Yes I miss the place. But it was time to move on. I will tell my kids about it. They see a picture of the place every day on our wall. But the KC is home now and despite some concerns it will be our home for a long time to come. I just hope we get some special Sunday's there to as they are to few and far between for my liking.

I thought Hydes closed the shop near Welstead Street, after Mr Hyde retired (or possibly died). IIRC the shop near West Dock Ave was owned by someone trying to recreate Hydes "Original" pies.

I loved his pork pies too: none of that bloody 'orrible jelly in 'em

With the PC brigade the way it is nowadays, you'll also have to provide free mental health advice with every pie over the dangers of a pie based diet.

First games I remember were about 85, and I went to both Hull and Rovers (mum and dad batted for different teams) I saw full sense in about 90

Happy days!! As a boy of around 8 years old I used to leave our house with my dad in the late 40's, walk along Woodcock Street (calling in at Ivor Watts shop for some sweets) and then join up with my grandad, three uncles, 1 aunty and 1 cousin to stand at the Gordon Street end. My cousin incidentally would stand behind the goal and act as ballboy. It must have been good training because he went on to play for Hull and East Riding where he became their record points scorer (traitor).