We’ve never forgotten where we’ve come from, we didn’t forget even in the afterglow of glorious victories at Arsenal and Spurs or valiant draws at Chelsea and Liverpool. On the contrary, each of those results had Tiger Nationals juxtaposing the amazing current with the tawdry, hurt-filled past; “I can’t believe we’ve won at the Emirates, it makes enduring all those games against Macclesfield somehow seem worth it”.
That is where games against Macclesfield should remain, in the memory. The pain of defeats at Moss Rose and the angst from blundering along in Division Three like the Israelites wandering the wilderness for 40 years has largely been anaesthetised by eventually making it to the promised land. Tomorrow’s Carling Cup tie is enough to make the Kafka-esque despair of those days come back to life however, like RoboCop remembering being shotgunned to death by Clarence Boddicker’s mob.
Those who discovered Hull City upon their elevation to the Premier League will have no idea, no understanding of the torment suffered by some sitting near them at the KC Stadium. They are both despicable glory-hunters and enviably lucky. For them, here’s a small portion of past horror, of Lee ‘Banzai’ Bracey’s idiocy and Greg Rioch’s smug tosspottery. Nice goal by Colin Alcide though.