My Dad took me to my first ever Hull City game in 1962. It was versus Crook Town in the FA cup and we won 5-4 after being down, I think, 4-1 with 20 minutes to go. The whole game was the story of Hull City in a nutshell & from that day on I was hooked! I remember carrying my wooden rattle & stood (in the East stand at BP) on a wooden stand that my Dad had made – not a Steward in sight, nor needed! I went regularly with my Dad after that & remember bursting into tears shortly after we won that memorable play off at Wembley v Bristol City. We had gained promotion to the top league for the first time in our history and my Dad was not there to see it having passed away several years earlier.