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.

I was outside the Festival of the Lion King in Orlando when my mum rang my mobile (quite an event then) and said Paul Cooke was going to Rovers.



I remember Vaikona scoring at Post Office Road when we had those blue shirts with checked sleeves. Danny Divet was playing for them and got some right grief behind the posts. Terrific game that one.

Sky showed that game not so long ago, as part of their “retro” games.

A truly memorable occasion for me which involved no match occurred in 1947 when I went to Paragon Station to see winger Bruce Ryan arrive from Australia. My dad had arranged with my uncle, who was a railway worker, to meet me and take me to a good vantage spot. I thought that there would be a few other people there but on arrival at Paragon found the whole area completely jam packed with an estimated 4000 people. I was on the platform he came in on so had a good view of him and immediately he became my favourite Hull player. I had just had my 9th birthday.

When he left for Leeds 3 years later I was heartbroken.I had seen him score some brilliant tries and he was a real fans favourite.