Stan Doffarf

Yet again Bradford found a way to lose a game they should have won comfortably against a very ordinary Hull. Pathetic in the first half, they actually played well for twenty minutes after the break and, having got level, should have closed out the game and won by a couple of scores. The points were tossed away by the now usual catalogue of schoolboy errors and moronic decisions in the last quarter. The result hinged on the complete absence (other than Kearney) of a chase after the kick which Tansey ran back through the thirty yard wide gap in the defence. A reasonable chase would have seen Hull pinned on their own line again. Once Hull were back in front the usual implosion took place. I can't see us winning another game with this team and its collective IQ of about zero.

What's going on with all these forward passes? I thought that rule had been abolished.

Mum and Dad were there, and my Dad's two brothers. My brother and I were considered too little (I was four and he was seven) but I can't remember who babysat us. Mum always used to say there was loads of room where they were standing, and it's certainly true that fences were knocked down and many hundreds climbed them or got through the holes. I think Mum and Dad went for a drink in the Truncliffe Gate pub afterwards, they used to go there quite regularly. It used to stand in Manchester Road a few yards up from the Woodman, and I've seen a photo of them taken in there (not on the same night) with Harry Corbett and Sooty. Corbett went to school with one of my uncles. There's absolutely no way of knowing how many got into the old stadium that night, and it would be ridiculous to try and recalculate the figure at this distance in time. Anyway, the uncertainty for me is all part of the mythology of the event. All we can agree on is, as the saying goes, 'there were a lot more there than that'.