There are certain games in Wire’s history that stand out as markers in time.
The “we were there games” that give the “true fans” a reason to lord it over everyone else.
They usually involve a horrendous journey to get there, or a crushing defeat – or both.
The 80-0 at Knowsley Road (we muat have taken 10,000 that night the amount of people who claim to be there), the famous Perpignan 56 or how ever many it was that time in the play offs.
Now, there has been another one added to the list and congratulations – if you have attended all three in your lifetime, you have managed to achieve super fan status.
Those that went showed the absolute best of Wire fans, though.
We had people falling down the stairs, spilling beer every where, we reignited our friendship with Mark Sneyd and we made some new friends in the stands from the city of culture.
Up the ‘dirty bastard’ Wire.
In all fairness, we’ve taken fewer fans to Hull on a Saturday night when the weather and roads were fine, but the extreme weather conditions (you could say Hull had frozen over, if you were into your puns) and double-digit levels of away fans at least gave everyone something to talk about.
Which is good, because he game itself was absolutely fucking terrible.
Hull did what Hull do. They bashed us up the middle, they ground out sets, they chipped away at the score board with penalty goals and, eventually, all the pressure paid dividend and they broke our line for a couple of tries.
A try from Bureta Faraimo and four goals from Sneyd saw Hull rack up a 12-0 lead before anything happened to give the frozen few in the away end anything to cheer.
Faraimo’s try has been lauded by many as a fine piece of skill from Sika Manu who found the winger with a looping pass, but from a Wire point of view it was a frustrating try to concede.
A nothing high kick, which three of our defenders failed to jump for or even attempt to deal with and Tom Lineham found himself two or three places out of position, leaving his opposite number with a walk-in.
Declan Patton channelled his inner Bobbie Goulding just before the hour mark and lept a few feet off the floor to spark Faraimo out with a high tackle.
Losing Patton seemed to galvanise Wire – at least, it forced Ratchford to move into the halves and get the ball in his hands more, a vast improvement on an hour of Patton’s drop offs and shit kicks.
Carlos Tuimavave added another try and Sneyd’s conversion extended Hull’s lead to 18.
But Wire again threatened a come back and hit Hull with two tries.
First, Ratchford took the line on and found Jack Hughes with a short ball for him to burst over from short-range.
Then, after being gifted a penalty, Wire converted good position again when Westwood’s offload saw Atkins stroll in.
Atkins could have been in for a second before the end but, for the second week running, he couldn’t hold on to Murdoch-Masila’s offload with the try line beckoning.
Tempers continued to flare as Liam Watts got himself sent off for sticking his nut on Crosby. He wasn’t happy he didn’t get penalty, he later said on Twitter, and obviously that’s an excuse to go round nutting people these days.
But it didn’t affect Hull, who hung on defensively while Wire tried to throw the ball around in the dying stages.
Another Sneyd penalty extended their lead to 20-12 and with the clock ticking down, the little bastard knocked over a drop goal to put an exclamation point on a thoroughly shite night watching the Wire.