And we are back to normality already. The new Championship season kicked off again yesterday and our beloved Hull City kicked it off with a home win against in the Robins in extra time. But more importantly, the return to league Football gives us the opportunity to present our new set of sticker designs that we’ve got available for all of you.
Many of the regional denonyms in use in modern Spanish are Latin in origin. If you are from Seville, you are hispalense. If you are from Badajoz, you are paciense. And if you are from Huelva, you are onubense. This was the inspiration behind the leading fan group of Spain’s oldest running Football club Recreativo de Huelvo “el Decano” – the Frente Onuba. This was seen in Seville, and while we cannot claim to be big fans, this Aufkleber design is a cracker.
So the 2022-2023 Hull City away kit dropped recently, and something about it caught our eye….
The tram jerked round the corner and the colossal Olympic Stadium burst into view – a facility purposefully developed for the 2012 UEFA European Championship that The Economist estimated had cost the Ukrainian taxpayer an astonishing $13 billion. We hopped off the Soviet era tram just as a faint blast tapped our ear drums. Shrugging it off, we walked towards the front gates as another faint explosion rippled the air around us. More unusual was the comprehensive security force flanking the entrances – half the national guard seemed to have descended onto the Ukrainian National Stadium for a routine league Football match on a Sunday evening.
The number 1 cult-club of Germany getting boisterous in this design. The politicised and partisan nature of German Football fandom has facilitated the evolution of some interesting rivalries between clubs from cities located hundreds of miles apart, and though they in no way can be considered neighbours, the opposing political affiliations of FC Hansa Rostock and FC St Pauli make meetings between the two very exciting affairs.
Morning dawns slowly over the main road through a quaint residential neighbourhood. A set of waste disposal men get to work keeping Spain clean as a young lady zips past on her morning jog. But while the city begins to wake, all around there are signs that someone has been busy during the night.
Satisfied with the few photos I had taken, I awkwardly scrambled back down the muddy ground and continued my walk. More media vehicles had parked up at the front side of El Sadar since I had began my tour of one of Spain’s classic grounds, and the queue of expectant fans outside a closed ticket window had grown. Realising I was short of funds, I turned to go find a cash point and walked into the path of an older gentleman.
“Who we playing today?” Alavés I said. “Oh, should be a good one then”.