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Andy Medhurst reports on bleak times for fans of Hull City
The name of the Needler family appears in several chapters in the gloriously unsuccessful history of Hull City AFC. The late Harold Needler, a wealthy businessman and chairman of his beloved Tigers, pumped hundreds of thousands of pounds into the club in the 1960s as they just failed to grab a place in Division One.
Brighton's survival hopes were boosted by a unique event at the Goldstone Ground. Kevin Bartholomew reports
At the time of writing, Brighton’s future is being decided in protracted negotiations between chairman Bill Archer and consortium leader Dick Knight. Meanwhile, the appointment of new manager Steve Gritt to what was described in the press as “the worst job in football” has resulted in a dramatic improvement in the team’s fortunes.
Joyce Woolridge explains why a guided tour of Old Trafford left her with mixed feelings
A confused Japanese woman on Piccadilly Metro Station had asked me, in what amounted to sign language, what tram she needed to board to get to Old Trafford. She waved a photocopied tourist information sheet which presumably suggested that there was only one place worth visiting in England outside London, and that was the self-styled Theatre of Dreams.
Mark Winter announces his appreciation for a lavatory with a view
Canal Street is not a ground that receives many accolades. Prior to Runcorn’s relegation in 1996, it was widely regarded by many pundits as the worst in the Vauxhall Conference. Not being a ground snob myself, this is not a view I share, seldom being aware of my surroundings once the game starts. Yet while Canal Street is surrounded by industrial Cheshire and much carping negativity, nothing has ever been mentioned of Runcorn’s outstanding contribution to stadium architecture – the open plan breeze block toilet.
Mansley Allen chronicles Brentford's darkest hours as personified by two players
With the exception of this season and a handful of others, following Brentford for thirty years has pretty much been a matter of perpetual struggle. Two seasons in particular stand out: 1983-84, when we just avoided returning to the basement division we’d left in 1978, and 1992-3, our only season out of the lower two divisions since the invention of skiffle.