The Tigers will line up against Fulham tomorrow and our first ever season in the top flight will be up and running.
I haven’t a single clue how we will do.
I veer from depressing Derby re enacting scenarios (as during last weeks embarrassing performance against Osasuna) to the conviction that we can emulate Ipswich, which largely depends on whether or not the Hull Daily Mail think we are close to re signing Frazier Campbell on that given day.
That’s the beauty of sport. It’s sheer unpredictability and despite 34 years following City I often think I know less now than when I walked through the gates of Boothferry Park for the first time in 1974 as a six year old against…. Wait for it…. Fulham. We won 2-1. I’d take that tomorrow for sure.
“Hull City will play with great endeavour and commitment but what they will lack is quality. If they can finish fourth from bottom it will be a magnificent achievement but I think they will finish in the bottom three.”
Written off by the London based media BBC pundit Mark Lawrenson, who will never have seen City play, let alone have deigned to find out about the Club or visit the city. Suits me just fine.
I have never liked the bloke anyway. He is one of those Plastic Paddy types, who despite being British would cheer for a Pol Pot/ Hitler/ Stalin Invitation XI with a forward line led by Saddam Hussein providing they were playing against England.
All the old clichés apply to City now. One game at a time. Don’t get carried away. Keep it tight at the back. Make Walton Street a fortress. Nick a goal and defend away from home.
It’s in the lap of the Gods now. I’m just going to savour and enjoy every single darn minute of this season. We’ve earned it, and it will mean so much more to us than the fans of Manure and the such like who will look on with patronising disdain whilst being secretly jealous that we have something special. Something they will never have due to seeing it all and still being there cheering our team and by extension our Community and our City on.