(GROUND
NUMBER 269)
Date
of First Visit: 10th MARCH 2009
CHURCH ROAD, NORTH FERRIBY
HULL CITY RESERVES 1
NEWCASTLE UNITED RESERVES 1
(Doninger)
FA
PREMIER RESERVE LEAGUE NORTH
Attendance:
500 (est) (50 or so Toon fans)
(plus
many more watchin’ from their train seats as they whizzed past!)
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| Spectacular view of the Humber Bridge from North Ferriby's Church Lane groond! |
“JUST THE TICKET!”
A full
car load of us heeded to Humberside at ‘3:30 bells’ includin’ aall the usual
saddos, namly , ‘The Mad Professor’, ‘The Bear’, ‘The Caped Crusader’ and ‘The
mad-sad groundhopper’ (aka: ME!)
Two
and a half hours later we arrived in the picturesque village
of North Ferriby where Hull resorves are playin’
this season and we parked up next to the local church and heeded for the groond
which was on a lane just behind it.
The
gate was open to the groond and we simply waalked in withoot payin’ as they
must of thought we were Hull
season ticket holders.
We
then made a mad dash for the clubhoose which was nicely situated inside the
groond with a full view of the pitch from it’s windows
As a’v
mentioned many many times before, aa collect match tickets from groonds a’ve
been te and ‘Glennn from Ashington’ and his side kick ‘Byzy’ who had travelled
doon by train were sittin’, suppin’ pints of the local brew with ‘Dave from
York’ as we waalked in.
Straight
away and nearly ‘bustin a gut’ (and before aa even had time to sit doon!) Glennn
telt iz that they’d cadged two tickets from a gadgie in the boardroom, as they
aalso collect match tickets
Byzy
was grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat as he thrust his ‘prized possession’ in front
of mee ‘bugle’ and he gave iz one of
those--- ‘I’ve got a match ticket and yee havent’ , looks! as Glennn
looked on gloatingly! (F*****’ T***S!)
“The boardrooms just there!”, said Glennn
pointin’ towards an open door where aa could see some aad gadgies in club ties
drinkin’ G and T’s and glasses of
whisky,.
”Why divvint you ask one of them for a
ticket like we did?”,
he added
But aa
decided to ‘sit tight’ and wait for an opportunity as board members were
gannin back and forth between the
boardroom and the bar for their liquid fixes.
Mee
‘chance’ arrived a few minutes later when a North Ferriby
official waalked past and aa asked him if he had any spare
tickets gannin’
“You don’t need a ticket to get out of the
bar and into the ground!”
he said with a puzzled look, not understandin’ wot aa actually meant! before waalkin’ off towards the bar
coonta for some more ‘tonsil lubrication’
(neva mind aa can aalways try again later---aa thought?)
It was
nuw time to make for the terraces and the Toon ran oot in their ‘porple people
eater’ away strip as the full moon shone brightly above the huge Humber Bridge
in the distance behind the left hand goal from us. The bridge is so
big that they had to allow for the curvature of the Earth when they
built it!
(honest!)
In
complete contrast to the ‘big bridge’, behind the other goal there was a row of
ram-shackle allotment gardens and greenhooses that looked ready to fall doon at
any moment and opposite us was the main railway line from Hull to York (and
beyond!) where trains were whizzin’ past every couple of minutes.
The
match got underway and The Toon kicked towards ‘The Allotment End’ as the
darkness drew in but both teams were unable to break the others defence doon although
to be fair to ‘The Toon’ Nile Ranger did have a couple of shots on target and
captain Ryan Donaldson had an effort deflected for a corner, but that’s as
‘good as it got’ in an awful forst which ended goaless.
(it
was SO
bad that half the time we were watchin’ the trains gan past on the far
side and guessin’ how many people were on board as they flew past !)
As the
half time whistle blew aa noticed a Hull
fan hoy wot looked like a match ticket into a litter bin beside the clubhoose
entrance---and so! (az yi de!) aa had a quick ‘shufty’ in the bin as aa waalked past. My ‘exitement’
however! quickly evaporated as aall aa
could see was a discarded carton of mushy peas, a broken plastic fork and a
half eaten mince and onion pie!----but NE match ticket! (memo:---must get mee
eyesight checked!)
It was
time to heed for the bar once again for a quick ‘gargel’ and to try and find that elusive ticket. Inside the clubhoose a teenage fan dressed in
a Hull top was
standin’ with his mate at the coonta and
in desperation aa gingerly asked him if he had a ticket aa could have.
Yes he had! and he gave me the ticket which
aa gleefully excepted, as it was ne use to him (his words not mine!) BINGO! (shy bairns get nowt!)
His
mate aalso produced a ticket and gave it to me (hand shakes aall roond!)
(Is it
Xmas time aalready?)
It was
then back to the terraces where aa presented ‘Dave from York’ with the other ticket (aye!---he’s
another ‘sad ticketeer’ !) and then ‘seek oot’ Glennn and Byzy!
It was
my torn to ‘gloat’ as aa produced the worthless piece of paper from mee ‘sky
rocket’ and showed it to ‘The Ashington Antagonists’.
Byzy’s
‘Cheshire cat grin’ then suddenly evaporated to be replaced by a ‘Winston
bulldog scowl’ as aa thrust MY prized ticket in front of HIS
bugle!
(Ha!
Ha!---revenge is very sweeeet!)
It has
to be said that Glennn did’nt look ower happy eetha as aa carefully put the
‘uncreased mint condition’ ticket back in mee poke. (divvint tek it to heart
lads---divvint tek it to heart!)
(Er!---it
shud be noted that Dave got a very creased ticket which the other lad had given
me----beggars can’t be choosers!)
“GHOST
TRAINS AND WEREWOLVES!”
Just
after this the deadlock was broken in wor favour at the!---- ‘Very Big Bridge
End’ (yi just knew it was comin’---did’nt you!?) when a Mark Doninger shot took
a wicked deflection off an unfortunate Hull defender to leave their keeper
stranded as the baall flew helplessleee past him into the net.
(Er!---unfortunate
for him perhaps---but not for us!)
This
sparked ‘wild’ celebrations from the 50 or so Toon fans dotted aroond the
groond (whey!---polite applause, anyway!)
Thorty
seconds later another train flew past and ‘Dave from York’ (forever the diligent observer!)
noticed that there was absolutely nebody on board whatsoever!, not even a
driver! (a ghost train, perhaps!?)
The
full moon which had been ‘hidin’ behind some dark clouds for a while then
suddenly made a reappearance ower the railway line.
It was
at this point that aa half expected a howlin’ werewolf to appear, it was that spooky!
Aaltogether now!--- “AAAAOOOOOOOOOOHHH!”
Anyway!---enough
of that!
We held
onto the lead til 3 mins into injury time when Hull equalized with a last gasp
shot which Toon goalie Frazer Forster
failed to stop and just after this the ref blew for time----a cruel end
to the game for us!
It was
then time to heed back alang the M62 past Ferrybridge power station, but it
would’nt be tooo lang before we were back in this neck of the woods again as
wor next trip to Humberside was just fower days later to watch ‘The Toon’ in a
Premier League match at Hull’s KC
Stadium.
PS: In 2015 Wrexham played North Ferriby in the FA Trophy final at Wembley.
The game woz on the telly in a bar and someone asked me the deadly question:
"Fink!" he said, "I know that you'll have been to Wrexham to watch The Toon
But I bet you've never been to North Ferriby!"
"WELL, ACTUALLY!", I replied!
(North Ferriby won!)
©Fink™ (the mad-sad gr☺undh😊pper!)
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