Hull 0-1 Millwall ~ Match Report

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A lovely early start for me and MrsB as we climbed aboard the Bonemobile for a jaunt up the A1 (M) and associated highways to make a 1.00pm kick off at the rather dubiously named KC stadium, home of Hull city.

It is actually a pleasant journey, culminating with a drive over the Humber Bridge and there you realise the pleasantness ends. It is a dump of a place. Hoe on earth they have the gall to call it a city is beyond me. It is actually called Kingston upon Hull which intimate that Hull is actually buried beneath something else and that is exactly s it should be.

Blame lies squarely with King Edward I for this abomination of a place. The silly fucker was chasing hares (as you do when you are King) along the banks of the river Hull and stumbled upon a picturesque area that he decided would be a wonderful place to build a manor house. The town grew up around it and hence “Kings Town” upon Hull. Slum area near a river would be a better description.

The people are dense; seriously stupid with no idea that they are as thick as two short planks. A perfect example was given to me on the local radio station we were tuned into when we were gently dozing in the car in the cavernous car park at the ground. The phone in competition was in full swing and the local brainiac was asked a simple question to win some drinking vouchers.
“Can you name a deadly insect” the DJ asked in his most solemn tones
”Err…a hepatitis Bee?” came the response and the dopey DJ said. ”Hang on..let’s just check this out…erm….yes, we can accept that”…

Look up the word fuckwit in a picture dictionary and you may well see a photo of a Hull resident.

We left the radio alone after that and made our way into the stadium. It is a decent stadium, I can’t really find fault with it, to be honest and quite how Hull ended up with a ground as good as this is a bit of a puzzle.

Not many Lions fans on show, I have to report, perhaps the early start put many people off or maybe the thought of the early start did the damage. Either way, there was only about 500 odd hardy souls who made the effort and in a crowd of nigh on 20,000 we still made ourselves heard.

Mr Jackett was forced to make a change as the red carded Alan Dunne was banned so the team line up was as follows: Forde, Smith, Robbo, Ward, Craig, Townsend, Trotter, Mkandawire, Henry, Lisbie and Morison.

Andy D’Urso was our ref and despite what you may think he has not been too unkind to us in recent seasons (and today was one of his better days as well).

As expected, Hull started off in a high tempo trying to force the game onto us but we looked supremely confident at the back and we easily weathered the early pressure and then started to stamp our own authority on the game.

With the defence looking rock solid the midfield took a bit of a strangle hold and we started to look like a play off hunting side.

Townsend really should’ve opened the scoring for us after about ten minutes when James Henry took full advantage of a slip by a Hull defender and fired over a cross to the far post where Townsend was ready to strike but the loanee fired his shot into the side netting when it looked like a goal all the way.

Morison showed his quick thinking when the ball drifted out for a throw in, he grabbed the ball and launched a huge throw that was headed across to Henry who just couldn’t get his boot to the ball.

Trotter was bossing the midfield, ably assisted by Mkandawire and these two combined well before trotter played a little give and go with Henry who then again set up Townsend but this time Hull ‘keeper Guzan made a smart save.

Hull were struggling to match us anywhere on the pitch and really posed no threat whatsoever, the only chance of note for them was a really awful, wayward shot from distance by a clearly frustrated home side.

With about ten minutes of the half remaining we got what we richly deserved as Trotter collected the ball just inside our half and he sent a sublime ball forward for Morison to chase and the big striker loped after it and as Guzan rushed out the welsh wizard hit a lovely left footed lob over him and into the net. 0-1! Fantastic stuff, celebrations from us, abject misery for the home fans who went as quiet as mice from that point onwards.

We saw the half out in the ascendency and the lads were roundly applauded off the pitch as referee D’Urso called a halt to the first forty-five.

No changes from Mr Jackett for the second half and rightly so as we continued where we left off and again Townsend was in tormenting mood, flying down the left wing but with Morison begging for and early ball the winger held on just a tad too long and then rushed his cross, over hitting it as the ball flew out for a throw in on the opposite side.

Next up was a free kick, which again saw the busy Townsend, involved as he hit a curling ball from distance that went the wrong side of the post.

Mr Jackett made a change with about fifteen minutes to go, taking off the tiring Lisbie and bringing on the lively Bouazza

The time was ticking away now and at no point did I ever feel that Hull were going to score, it was a really dominating display by the lions, considering it was only 0-1.

Of course, Mr Jackett did the usual time wasting tactic of bringing off Townsend with minutes remaing, allowing Eastmond a very brief run out and naturally there was time for one heart in mouth moment as erstwhile Lions striker Jay Simpson fired a hopeful shot just past the post in injury time but referee D’Urso did the honours soon after and the three points were safely in the bag.

A sterling performance by the Lions and a thoroughly deserved three points and kudos to the fans who made the trip who never really stopped singing throughout the game.

We really are looking like a dark horse for the play offs now and I know it can all change within the next ninety minutes of football but by the Gods of football I am enjoying this season and frankly, I don’t care how it ends up at the moment, I am just loving it all.

And next up with the professional northerners due at the Den and a full house (or what substitutes for a full house these days at the Den) we can continue our push up the table and carry on flirting with the prospect of making the play offs for a third season on the trot.

I know I’ll see a lot of you there!
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