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).

Laurie also opened early on the Friday before a Wembley final, so we could get a tray of fresh pies to take on the train. Then we'd go to the Chicken Shop in South Street and get a tray of barbecue chickens and ham shanks. We usually needed a couple of BR sack barrows to ferry all the ale down the platform to the train. I loved the look on the faces of all the businessmen as we climbed aboard the Pullman.

We always took bin liners with us though and bagged up all the garbage before we left

I think the pie shop in south st you mention also had cracking steak and kidney pies,but hydes were different class.

Any pie is in a different class to one that contains an organ previously used by a pig to strain pi[iss[/i (I don't do offal)

Use to regularly leave the ar5e area of my jeans flapping in the breeze on the barbed wire trying to climb over Best stand toilets behind were i use to live . Enough was enough when I was made to go to school in a pair of check flairs on the Monday . I died that day ...so many times !!
When ever we did get in though , It was a great game of chase with the groundsmen we called Pegleg & Blackbeard.

Think you are right there Des.
You seem to know a bit about Essel Rerd are you sure your not one of us.

remember dressing up as mr blobby for a boulevard kids meeting once were des hasler was special guest.after worshipping him as he walked on the stage i went proper blobby mental leaping about and finished by putting him a head lock.don't think he had a clue what was going on and who the hell mr blobby was .had to avoid him for rest of the night after got out of suit in fear he would notice my shoes and know it was me.when i saw him rip that changing room door off at manly i think it was the right choice

Appreciate the offer,but passionate supporter of the rovers and as you are with hull fc. Cheers anyway.