If Radio Hull Sporting were to be believed was a true sixpointer, the winner taking the laurels as Div 3 champs of Humberside.
As long as H*ll win obviously.
I believe that when you cross the bridge, £1 of your toll goes towards keeping the lights on, a similar arrangement to the Severn Bridge on the entry to Wales.
If you stand atop of the floodlights you can actually see England, you know.
The away following was in good voice, as you would expect on these occasions. Unfortunately nobody thought to order the weather, as the game kicked off in freezing rain, H*ll having the best of the early play, their fans seemed strangely silent, as if they had already accepted defeat.
H*ll hit the bar after Alexander had fell over his bootlaces in failing to beat Jackson to the ball and received a free kick for his acting.
Proper fairy he looked too. Our own Alex and Evans got in a muddle with each other, leaving the ball to float to a H*ll boot, from where the bar was hit.
Hmm a let off then.
We gradually got Hodges into the game but not before Quailley had collided with the advertisement hoarding and was replaced with Brough, Hodges switching flanks to accomodate and Sheldon going up front.
Mr Edwards got a welcome he wont forget in a hurry, it's just a shame that nobody gave him the same as he gave Kell.
It was looking like being an excellent game for the neutral, with H*ll pinning Scunthorpe back and Scunthorpe counter attacking, using the pace of Brough and Hodges to reach the byline.
Once Hodges got into the game, he worried H*ll with his running and passing, just the fact that he tried to do it all failed him I feel.
The rain was stopping and starting, getting colder each time, the game running hot and cold too.
Halftime came without a victorious Scunthorpe ticket holder in the draw. Never mind, always next year.
Comedy moment of the day came when the penalty shoot out was cancelled due to the weather, I thought these Hully gullies were used to a bit of rain. Hully Girlies more like.
The steward who had just put the sheet in the goal looked highly pissed off to have to take it down again.
Musselwhite got a good reception generally, I still think we should have had him, after all he only went because of his kicking, which someone has improved for him.
We came out of the stalls like a rocket, pushing H*ll back whilst getting nothing from the ref for H*ll's blatant tripping and fouling. I managed to get Dawson hitting the post, or rather Musselwhite spilling the ball onto the post on my digi cam.
Musselwhite also nearly let in Torpey after skewing the ball to him from a back pass, only Torpeys lack of pace or realisation that this was a chance ruined it.
We were definitely the best side in the second half, a fact reflected in the terrace chants aimed at the H*ll lot.
They seem to get on their back quicker than a randy rabbit, when things arent going too well. Lets hope for more poor H*ll performances then.
H*ll were counter attacking more now, yet managed a spell of pressure including a couple of corners which didnt trouble Evans.
H*ll lost Wicks when he foolishly grazed his leg on Alex's boots, he was to suffer the taunt of Yorkshire person on his walk off the pitch, a surprising thing because the lad is as southern as they come.
We were starting to push H*ll back more now, and won two free kicks on the trot, on opposite sides of the box, both being cleared by orange shirts.
Then it came. Sneekes fouled Hodges and before you knew it Jackson had taken a quick free kick into the far corner, which caught me off guard too, I now possess a pic of a sea of hands, instead of the goal shot I craved.
Anyone remember Marcelle winning a free kick then scoring in December 2000?
Hmm.
We were bouncing now, twp mins to go, seemed ages but then the final whistle. Victory over Radio Hull Sporting was much enjoyed.
The announcement to stop in the ground until the orange idiots had crawled back underneath their cover, was taken with good grace.
When we finally got moving again the stewards saw a chance for revenge. A few people took to the cinder track in an effort to get out quicker, though Laddy in Red otherwise known as Head Steward saw fit to tackle several people , me included, and ask them to go back into the throng below.
Having had altercations with him he 'invited' me to meet him in Venues, obviously wanting to pursue the matter further out of sight of the law.
I took my camera out of my pocket and photographed him, as I thought his heavy handedness with people was incalled for, quite apart from my invitation to chat.
He went running to the law who asked me to delete it, which I unfortunately had no choice but to do, but not before I told him I felt he had threatened me with violence, in front of the copper taking my details.
The cop obviously knew his manner, because he didnt take the side of the stewardm, even though he didnt take my side either.
Miraculously he changed his offer to 'a drink' but not before at least 30 people had heard the manner of his threat.
Big hard steward. What a wanker.