One for the older clientele who reside on here!!


This weekend sees the 40th anniversary of the legendary 1985 Fc - Wigan Challenge cup final, one of  the most famous games of rugby league to have taken place in the UK. A clutch of truly world-class players, including two Aussie superstars, served up arguably the greatest cup final ever.


The downside from our perspective, of course, is that we were the ones on the losing side at the end. The fact that it had been such an outstanding match was scant consolation to the black & white hoardes packed into the crumbling stadium that afternoon.


In fact, 'packed' is the operative word here. My chief memory of the afternoon is how many of us were shoe-horned in behind the posts, allegedly well above the stadium's maximum capacity. It was so tight in there we spent most of the game stood on each other's toes!. HSE would have a field day today were it to ever happen again.


It would take us 32 years to pay Wigan back for the defeat. Can't believe that four decades have now passed since that famous afternoon, where does the time go!!   

Five more minutes and we would have won. Have to say Bunting got the team wrong that day. Schofield should have started, he'd scored twenty odd tries and 100+ goals that season.


There has always been some confusion over thw attendance that day. Some sources say 97,801 and some say 99,801 (Wikipedia for example shows both depending which page you read). The latter would make it the 4th highest attendance in rugby league history. Very unlikely to ever be matched of course.

For anyone who wants to relive it here it is. Note the number of games we played in the build up to that match as our success in all com[etions led to a real mess on the fixture list. We played 8 games in March and 11 in April. 


The greatest Challenge Cup Final of all time? But scant consolation when you lose.
Saturday 4^th May 1985                                    Hull 24-Wigan 28
 
So we were at Wembley again for a showdown with the mighty Wigan, but few would have thought that the Hull FC team could have been anything but exhausted. The game followed an amazing ‘fixture pile up’ that had seen us play10 games in 18 days, including three on consecutive days and a period of 5 matches in 7 days. The week before the final we had played Wigan at Central Park in a Premiership play-off semi final game and not surprisingly lost 46-12, in fact previously in that amazing month as the fixtures piled up, we had lost to them again, this time by 40-4 and therefore few outside West Hull gave us a ‘prayer’ of winning the Final. 


    All around the City shop windows were decorated and the Hull players were becoming real celebrities, opening events and ‘kissing babies’. When the big day came I travelled down by train just as I had with Mum for my first Final, all those years before in 1960. For the first year in six,  I expect I had a few cans on the train, but remember thinking that the final was possibly the longest I had ever seen, no doubt down to the fact that I was reasonably sober when I watched it.


     The old Stadium looked wonderful graced as it was by an amazing 99,801 fans, as years before Hillsboro, the capacity was increased and the segregation abandoned following an unprecedented demand for tickets. The Final also featured, a then record, 10 foreign players with six starting for Hull FC. All the match reports after the game praised both teams and billed the game “The Best Cup Final Ever Seen”. It might have been, and I am sure many pundits who were around back then will tell me that it was, but there is simply nothing to compensate for getting beaten at Wembley, and a few statistics are not going to change the fact that for me and thousands of other Hull FC fans it was an unmitigated disaster. There is no greater day in the Rugby League calendar than the Challenge Cup Final at our National Stadium, unless of course you lose.....again! The history, the occasion, the pomp and the circumstance, the colour and the noise were all there in abundance at that 50^th final at Wembley, but it was still nothing if you hadn’t won. 


     It was absolutely packed in the North East Corner of the ground and I couldn't move as team included Garry Kemble back for the first time since his injury in the Semi Final but he was strangely quiet that afternoon and looked to still not be fully fit. We pinned a lot of our hopes that day on Peter Sterling and John Muggleton who had both been in scintillating form of late, and the “Sterling Silver” and “Arthur Bunting’s Black and White Army” banners were all around Wembley that day.
      We started so well too. Despite our previous five Finals being hampered by slow starts we were straight out of the blocks, taking play immediately into the Wigan half. Crooks stroked over a 2^nd minute penalty and then after 9 minutes we went further ahead. Sterling handled the ball twice in a flowing move before Kemble’s deft inside pass found Kevin James who triumphantly planted the ball down near the corner flag, but as we sang “We’re the Barmy FC Army” Crooks was wide with the conversion. Back came Wigan who started to make an impression on our defence and soon they were level with a try by Ferguson, who had been flown back from Australia by the Lancashire Club, for the game. He skipped round O’Hara to touch down, for Henderson Gill to convert. 


     The opposition were now starting to dominate and after 27 minutes Kenny just seemed to be cantering as Mick Ford put him away near half way. He then accelerated past Kemble, to give Wigan a lead they were destined not to lose. By Half Time it was 16-8 after a brilliant try by Henderson Gill had the Wigan fans dancing on their seats and us ‘FC Faithful’ crying in our beer. 


      Half time was a sombre affair, and unlike many times in the past I was even finding it hard to find any solace in the bottom of a plastic pint glass. Subdued and depressed I stood with the other Hull fans around me and faced some considerable taunting from the ‘Pies’ supporters who were already celebrating. I had in my mind that first Cup Final defeat against Wigan, the one I watched with Mum in the little front room at 23 Aylesford Street all those years previously in 1959 when we had been thrashed 30-13.  Three minutes into the second half and things got worse. Brett Kenny twisted his way round Sterling and released Shaun Edwards who had a clear 25 yard run to the posts and at 22-8 the game certainly looked be up for Hull FC. Then straight from the restart Sterling broke free and went on a dodging run downfield which saw him get within ten yards of the line, as the cover came in he sent out a looping pass to Steve Evans who crossed the whitewash in the corner but Crooks missed again with the conversion. 


       Back came Wigan as Ferguson broke away from a tackle by Divorty and Schofield and careered downfield for a spectacular 60 yard touch-down. Then, the impossible happened; well at least it almost happened. On the 51 minute mark with Wigan leading 28-12, we produced three great sets of attacking rugby as James Leuluai started what was to be an historic fight-back. A big thrust into the line by Paul Rose saw our second rower release a great short ball which Leuluai grabbed out of the air to score what had looked like an unlikely try but Crooks missed again. Next up it was the turn of Sterling as ten minutes later he fed a superb delayed short pass to Divorty who scored again, but despite it being nearer the posts, this time Schofield missed the conversion. Then two minutes later as the flagging Wigan defence gave James Leuluai too much room in the centre of the field, he skipped through a gap, ghosted past two players and ran off to score one of the tries of the season to put us within 4 points of the opposition but again Schofield missed the goal. The hooter went and all the Wigan fans who had been dancing at half time breathed a massive sigh of relief as dejectedly we sunk to our knees.


      We had come so close to the greatest come back the game had ever seen and had we kicked our goals we would forever have been known as the ‘Comeback Kids’. Sadly it was not to be and I travelled home on the train in a deep depression but at least on the long journey home I was able to do what I have always done best in those situations and grieved on my own. It’s somehow so much easier to take when you don’t have to listen to other like minded passionate souls trying to explain it all away and make you feel better. 


       I wondered if I would ever get over it but at least I wasn’t Lee Crooks the local lad who I had seen at the end of the game in amazing isolation sat crying inconsolably on the pitch. He said years later in his excellent autobiography ‘From Hull to Hell and Back’ “I was the Captain and I was on goal kicking duties. I missed four goals and yet if I had kicked three of them we would have won. Blaming myself for my team losing a Cup Final is the hardest thing I had ever had to deal with”. The man destined to never be the youngest captain ever to lift the Challenge Cup was castigating himself, he was distraught, desolate and crestfallen and that afternoon around 45,000 Hull FC supporters knew exactly how he felt. It was going to take a long time for Lee Crooks and I to get over it! Wembley eh? It’s a wonderful place to play and support your team, but a shocking, shocking place when you lose.
 
 

I can't believe it was 40 years ago.  Seems like only last week.


Kemble was out of sorts after a long injury lay off and got his timing wrong on a few occasions. Had he not we'd have likely won and has been said, schofield should have started

That was such a great final. Think that and Live Aid were the two main events of 1985.

Some amazing players on show and great tries scored that day. Over 99,000 fans in Wembley too. Think we had the Tunnel end at the old Wembley. 


Ultimately it was goal kicks that made the difference. They had Henderson Gill as a part time kicker, slotting them over glaring the right. As mentioned in Wilf’s report, Crooks missed a few goals that day and then Schofield missed the last two conversions. All not easy, but we shouldn’t have missed so many. That was ultimately the difference. It highlighted the value Sneyd made in 2016 and 2017, especially in the 2017 final v Wigan, were he converted 3 difficult kicks, which was the difference on the day.


Looking back, though I was disappointed we lost, I still enjoy watching the highlights of that game. Other Wembley defeats were harder. 1980 was my first final. I’d always thought Rovers had dominated, until I watched a re-run a couple of years ago and we really should have won that day. Obviously 1983 was a shocker, where we turned up expecting to walk past a relegated Featherstone and they deservedly beat us. 2008 v Saints we gave that a good go v strong favourites. 2013 v Wigan was an absolute awful showing, but at least we didn’t concede 50.

Was it in the semi-final versus Cas that Kemble got stiff armed by Orum?

Was never the same after that and seemed to lose a yard or two of pace.


Cost us at Wembley that as he would have got Kenny and Gill in his prime?

The semi against cas was also when reilly gouged sterling's eyeballs.  I remember sterling referring to him as a washed up hasbeen

The 1/4 final replay was just as good… a Wednesday night in Widnes…Kevin James scored a scorcher and Sterlo was conducting the hull fans to sing louder

Yeah…we ripped them to pieces after that and Kemble seemed to lose his confidence after that and was never the same player but by god he was good…

I was at that one too.  Great night

Right on half time behind our posts. Started a brawl and I think it was Neil Puckering having a right ding dong with one of the Cas players?

Wednesday night at Headingley and we went with East Yorkshire buses which was a bloody double decker bus along the M62.

1 of the best atmospheres I have been in.When was the last time a 1/4 and semi- final went to replays…memory serves me right but wasn’t we lucky to get a draw in both games and Sterlo missed the 1st 1/4 final game.