Not sure if any one else enjoys 40th Anniversary’s?

Last Sunday marked 40 years since Hull beat Hull KR 29-12 in the Yorkshire Cup Final at Boothferry Park in front of over 25,000 fans.

From what I recall, Rovers took a 12-0 lead, missing all their conversions. Hull got back to 12-8 at HT.

In the second half Peter Sterling shook off his jet lag (he’d only flown in the day before) and tuned on his magic. Tries from Crooks, Kemble (2), Knocker and a Steve Evans interception full length of the field special. Garry Schofield kicked the goals.

Gary Kemble scored one of his tries when returning a drop out from the half way line and setting off on his trademark arching runs to the line.

A great day and atmosphere, with Hull hosting its own cup final.

The teams returned in January to contest the John Player Final, which Rovers won 12-0. They then went on to win the league and haven’t been heard of since.

Great memories thanks for that what a game that was and I can still see Kemble's try to this day what a run he made. A bit of incidental stuff and local colour went on before hand too.

.....Although the game was not initially ‘all ticket’, they still sold quickly because the fans were worried they might not get in and caught up in this ‘panic’ I queued for about 2 hours for mine. In the end over 25,000 were in attendance for what was to be a truly extraordinary game.
There was certainly no end to the inventiveness and humour of the fans back in 1984 and both sets of supporters would constantly exchange insults and jibes whenever they were in each other’s company. On the morning of the Final the Boothferry Park ground staff arriving to prepare for the game certainly got a surprise from a stunt that actually made the national newspapers. Overnight someone had climbed into Boothferry Park and left 13 perfectly painted garden gnomes resplendent in their Hull FC kits and pointed irregular hooped hats on the centre spot. These had been perfectly arranged in a circle around one Hull KR gnome, who was broken in half. ...

Great times eh??

If memory serves me right, there was a very heavy frost that day and one half of the pitch was still frozen, the game should have been abandoned but tv schedule made the game go ahead and Dobbins adjusted better to the conditions 12-0 to them I think.

I remember it well. Kemble try was like so many he seemed to score. Sterling got the plaudits but I seem to think knocker was brilliant on the day.

One of my all time favourite games was the one where we beat rovers in what was effectively a play off for league winners in 83. The boulevard was rocking that night. I can't remember the score but we won at a canter. Threepenny's was fun that night. I was still at school, will have only been 14. 2 buses each way with my mates to get there. Great times

To think we once had Kemble, Sterling and Knocker at 1,7 and 13, compared with all the various combinations we had in those positions last season.

That title decider was on 8th April 1983. I remember it well. My sister got married that day. The game should have been played on Good Friday, but Hull played Cas in a CC SF on the previous Easter Saturday, so the game got re-scheduled for the following Friday. Me and my Dad had to give our tickets away. Over 20,000 at The Boulevard that night for what was the Title decider. Think Hull won 20-3 (?). I had to make do with listening to the game on a car radio outside the Evening Reception.

We clinched the title a couple of weeks later v Barrow (followed by our Kiwis leading the team to the Haka in front of the Threepenny Stand.

I think there may have been a heavy frost before the JPT Final.

That season was great, with Hull and Rovers dominating the league and cups. The RFL finally relented and started playing our Final at City, rather than make 25,000 fans drive to Leeds.

I know there was snow on the Boothferry Park pitch when we beat Leeds in the JPT semi final. Think you can still get the footage on line. Leuluai got a good try from another piece of Sterling magic.

Was in my lifetime but a bit too early for me.

I think the most iconic derby victory for me was at Caravan park in 16.

20-0 down and playing like a shower of brad Pitt. Then Shaul makes a break and we go on to greatness foir the rest of the season from that moment.

Mahe, then swatting them aside to put Stevie Michaels in for the equalising try, before the reliable Sneyd converted the winner.

That will always go down as an iconic game in our history.

Agree with this one, but also as a part of a collective of games around that period. The Widnes away hammering 2 games earlier meant it was no surprise we were 20 down and playing the way we were. I'm still not really sure how the come back happened, but witnessing that from the North stand and then going on to have the two years that we did made it one game that I'll never forget.

I was working in UAE early 94. Hull where playing Wigan in the Challenge Cup at Boulevard , I kept an imaginary commentary up to my mates, in real time, saying FC have scored 3 times without reply, they got fed up of it so I stopped. Anyway I borrowed our Yank gaffers Satellite phone to ring my wife to check the score, she said they’d lost 20-22 but she’d taped it. When I was back on leave I watched it and to my amazement FC were actually 16-0 up at one time but the Wigan onslaught began but FC got a late try and think they were 20-18 up but Danny Divet knocked on from the kick off and Wigan pinched it. Was that the start of Wigan’s win everything era?

20th March 1988

well I've tried to avoid posting however I can't resist anymore and you know, with the the exception of 2016 the greatest day of my life and possibly the second a year later this has to be my favourite game of all time and the best end to a match (even better than that ending masterminded by the great Marc Snowed at Catalan) I have ever experienced. Sorry if you read it before but those who were there will have great memories about it and deserve I think to relive it!! For once rather than the other way round we snatched victory from the jaws of defeat!!!

......the game kicked off and immediately Referee Haigh had to separate Regan and Wigan prop Adrian Shelford as they traded punches. Regan as usual got in the last ‘slap’ which infuriated Shelford who in the very next play pole-axed our forward with a ‘copy book’ stiff arm tackle that saw Regan stretchered from the pitch. As the ‘Faithful’ bayed for a red card the Wigan forward was sin binned, while Regan sat on the grass over the touchline, counting his teeth. On twelve minutes Wigan opened the scoring. Gregory had pushed play wide and Byrne, un-marked on the wing, shot in at the corner, although thankfully Lydon, (who was to have an uncharacteristically poor afternoon with the boot) saw his conversion go well wide, bouncing as it did so, into the terracing just in front of us.
Ellery Hanley, who was showing why he was hailed as the best player in the British game, took a pass from Hampson in the 33rd minute to go in at the corner and Lydon missed again. It was exhilarating stuff if you supported Wigan, but tough for us as Hull just managed to stay in touch. When the hooter went for half time we were relieved to see that the score was still only 8-0, because we had been totally out played. As the Wigan supporters chanted “Champions, Champions” and we replied like a peel of bells, “Same old Wigan, always cheating” the two teams trooped off for half time.
Playing towards the Airlie Street end it was Gary Pearce who led Hull’s revival. We pressed the visitor’s line and Tomlinson threaded an inch perfect kick through to the corner where veteran James Leuluai pounced to score. Then in a ‘watch and learn’ moment, Pearce showed Lydon just how to do it, as he slotted the conversion over from a position right on the touchline.
Nine minutes later in total disbelief, the crowd went absolutely wild as after a spell of Wigan pressure Hull took the lead. Prop John Carroll who was probably the pick of a hard working Hull pack, slipped the ball out of a three man tackle and Kevin Dick took it on. He shot through the scattered defence, drew full back Hampson and sent Divorty in under the posts. Another Pearce conversion gave us a four point lead and we all started to believe that the unthinkable could be a possibility.
Referee Haigh then awarded Wigan seven consecutive penalties and eventually their pressure told as Henderson Gill shot in at the corner. It was the sort of bad luck you get when you’re struggling, because not only was Gregory’s pass forward but all the fans in that corner of the ground believed that Eastwood had Gill tackled into touch well before he got the ball down. However the try stood and as Lydon missed the conversion yet again, the scores were locked at 12-12. In the dying minutes Gill raced back to fly hack a ball into the Best Stand as Fletcher homed in on it, but that seemed to be the final act, however the stage was set for the best end to a game that I have ever seen in 60 years of supporting the Club.
I make no excuses for this narrative going into ‘slow motion’ now, as the next few seconds were breathtaking and perhaps beyond imagination. Frankly it is just impossible to do the whole thing justice, but this is how I remember it………….

We'd all begrudgingly settled for a point, but with the hooter about to sound for full time, Terry Regan, who had come round from his concussed state and heroically rejoined the fray, shoulder charged Andy Goodway and the ‘whistle happy’ referee called foul. We all felt aggrieved, but being just in the Wigan half we felt reasonably confident that nothing would come of the penalty. However with time up, from 55 yards out from the posts, Lydon decided to go for goal. Our hearts sank, surely he would not miss another one and surely a great draw and a precious point wasn’t to be snatched from us at this late stage? It was a straight kick and as the boo’s mounted from around the ground Lydon hit the ball hard, straight and true, but, as was his luck that afternoon, it fell just 5 yards short, right under the cross bar.
At this point, Dick Tingle of the Hull Daily Mail, who was in the Press box, will tell you the two time keepers next to him said, “Next tackle and we blow for time”. This play would be the last of the game and with finger on the ‘claxon’ button, they all watched as the drama unfolded.
The ball was taken under the posts by Pearce who began to run it out. Gary was not the fastest of players, and, as if in submission, he ran straight at Wigan prop Adrian Shelford who was, with the rest of the Wigan team, chasing after the aborted conversion to try and get a hand on the ball. With his last ounce of energy Pearce produced a massive and audacious side step, went past the grasping arms of Shelford and found himself behind the advancing Wigan line. He ran on for about 50 yards, slowing as he went, probably little knowing that just one tackle would see the game end. He started to visibly flag as the chasing cover got closer and closer and just as he was being caught by Hanley and West, out of the blue and on his shoulder appeared veteran scrum half Kevin Dick to take the ball on. It was probably the furthest Dick had run for years, How Pearce got that far and Dick managed to keep up with him are to this day, two of the great unsolved mysteries of the Boulevard.
Visibly gasping for air the veteran number 7 drew full back Hampson and passed hopefully to the outside where substitute McCaffrey, (who had only been on 5 minutes) ghosted into the drama grabbed the ball and had the legs to outpace the defence. As he ran towards us those final twenty yards to the line seemed to have gone into ‘slow motion’. McCaffrey, with three Wigan defenders grasping the air inches behind his feet, at last, placed the ball over the whitewash and we all went wild as at the same moment the hooter sounded and we had won!!! The Wigan players to a man fell to their knees in anguish and Pearce had to wait while the pitch was cleared of rejoicing Hull fans to tag on the two points, but who cared, certainly not the lads round me, who danced and sang like we had won the League. No Video Replays, no television recordings, no evidence, all we can now trust to is our mind’s eye and the memory. It was simply fantastic and one thing’s for sure and that’s that anyone from the 6,371 who still survives, will like me, never forget the greatest finish the Boulevard probably ever saw in its long and distinguished history.