Fans go to Hull and back for spoilt superstars

THE dreadful weather made for a hair-raising drive home from Hull late on Saturday night. My hands gripped the wheel in terror, as we crossed the open expanses of the Humber Bridge.

In a howling gale and with the torrential rain leaving large amounts of surface water, along some dangerously dark sections of the A1, it was a case of “point and pray” as the car aqua-planed through the puddles at 70mph.

Earlier a traffic and trouble-free drive north resulted in me arriving in Hull half an hour before kick-off.