FC150: HULL FC NEED YOUR PHOTOS AND VIDEOS!
Hull FC needs the help of the club’s fans as they mark the 10th anniversary of the 2005 Challenge Cup Final win over Leeds Rhinos as part of the 150th year celebrations.
Thursday 27th August marks a decade since the Black and Whites famously lifted the Cup after a thrilling win against this week’s Quarter-Final opponents and the club want to commemorate it with a unique, interactive rerun of the event.
Throughout 2015, Hull FC have been gathering fans’ memories with our Sporting Memories events and are now asking supporters to send in their memories, videos and photos of the Final, from waking up and eating breakfast in your Hull shirt to travelling down to celebrating after the game.
The club are looking to create a timeline of events to relive the memories, and are asking fans to send their photos and videos with an indication to the time it was taken, i.e. 'this is me two hours before kick-off in the pub'.
A selection of the memories will go onto a special page on the FC150 site. Please send all content firstname.lastname@example.org with the aforementioned details.
FC Poet Phil Lamb has written a poem around the memories and emotion of the 2005 Challenge Cup Final:
2005 - From The Humber to The Taff
August the twenty-seventh, two thousand and five and dawn is about to break. The journey from the Humber to The Taff, thousands begin to undertake.
With eyes blurred we boarded coaches with cars full to the brim, as the drizzle came down, the massive Old Faithful army depart from the famous Kings Town.
From Gods County of Yorkshire to The Land of Our Fathers with its welcome signs of Croeso i Cymru. The Welsh capital succumbs to the famous colours, and anthems of the Mighty FC
The teams arrived in Cardiff, in the year of the rooster for the Chinese, but the Airlie Bird was to make it its year, bringing the Rhino, down to its knees
As firework smoke bellows across the hallowed turf, Katherine Jenkins sings Abide with Me- A fan wipes away tears of deep emotion for all the world to see.
Before seventy five thousand diehard fans, in Black and White and Blue and Gold, the Yorkshire foes lay down their battle lines, but to Hull FC the script wasn’t told.
Ward, Bai with Calderwood scoring twice, converted by the points machine Sinfield. Yet Tony, Raynor and Whiting, with Brough converting, showing that the underdogs wouldn’t yield
The foresight of Brough kicked a drop goal, for Hull to lead nineteen twelve, only for Bai and Sinfield to make it twenty four- nineteen, placing Hull back on the shelf.
It looked once again that Hull, were going to be the bridesmaid and never the bride, until Paul Cooke rolled his shoulders, and side stepped blasting the tiring Leeds defence open wide
Through the gap he went behind the uprights, in front of the Leeds fans, Cookie hit the turf with a dive, as Hull fans smacked their faces in disbelief; he’d kept the Hull dream alive.
Brough came forward with ball in hand, and images of Don Fox in sixty-eight reared up. We prayed that he wouldnt in the final minute, like Fox, gift Leeds the famous Challenge Cup
Cardiff was not to replay that fateful day or a repeat of Eddie Wearings words of “The Poor Lads in Tears”
The ball sailed through, making it twenty-five, twenty-four, as this was fast becoming one of the greatest finals in years
With head in hands and supporters fingernails already bitten down to the core, Richard Swain put his body on the line blocking a drop goal, and with it a possible levelling score
Ball deflected off his body and away from the posts and away from any of the enemies hands, the hooter was blown, Ganson points to the middle and the party begins in the Millennium stands
The TV screened the players mingling among the fans with the cup, as we sang “We’ll support you ever more”, David Doyle Davidson lost his voice, reporting back home for Humberside the local radio
Time flies and ten years has passed since Sinfield, took home the Trophy of Lance Todd.
When Airlie Bird triumphantly flew the Challenge Cup East, to lie at the feet of Dead Bod