26: Blackburn Rovers 1 - 0 Hull City - 10/02/2010

Ultimately, few people could leave Ewood Park proud of themselves. Blackburn Rovers won the game and maintain an impressive home record, but were wasteful and typically negative. Playing football for Sam Allardyce can rarely be thrilling.

Hull City were extremely poor in contrast to the sunny, vibrant displays at the KC Stadium in recent days and rarely looked like scoring, especially once George Boateng was issued with a straight red card just before half time.

And this is where we reach the figure who should be least proud of all - referee Lee Probert. How he could possibly believe that Boateng had committed an act of violent conduct is beyond anyone's comprehension. The Tigers players went completely potty with him. There was no retrospective view prompted by a later viewing of the incident on television, as it showed that Boateng, albeit with arms raised, went into an aerial 50-50 ball with Morten Gamst Pedersen only with intention of winning the header. No arms connected with the Blackburn player, and both men fell to the deck, grasping their heads.

Mr Probert had the red card out straightaway, although he didn't brandish it publicly at Boateng as the Dutchman had the temerity to be semi-conscious with his face down on the grass. But it was out of his pocket, only semi-hidden in his fist, and the City players saw it, as did the travelling Tiger Nation. There followed a minute of vehement, furious pleading from Boateng's teammates while the Tigers midfielder was given treatment. As he rose gingerly to his feet, even physio Simon Maltby took part in the protests as, finally, the red card was shown. Boateng was helped from the field while the players continued to vent collective spleens at Mr Probert, to the extent that skipper Anthony Gardner had to push them away, knowing that it would alter nothing but may give the authorities licence to hammer the club with another fine.

The decision was ghastly, scandalous, obscene. It must be appealed. It can no way be deemed frivolous by the FA. Even Allardyce himself said afterwards that Boateng was unlucky.

All of this anger and injustice does not, however, equate to an excuse for what was a miserable evening for the Tigers. Blackburn are distinctly unpretty but extremely effective and strong, as is their wont and right. They were dominant before the red card and remained so afterwards. Their stranglehold on the game was tight from the off and City, while occasionally given plenty of possession, rarely looked like the productive, forward-thinking team that had harvested five points from the the previous nine on offer.

Phil Brown picked the same starting XI for the third game in a row after Boateng and Andy Dawson were passed fit following weekend knocks. The bench was identical from Saturday's win over Manchester City too.

Blackburn had the first chance when Boateng conceded a soft free kick which Pedersen swung into the six yard area and Ryan Nelsen won cleanly in the air, only for Boaz Myhill to tip it over from pretty much point blank range. City responded with Stephen Hunt trying an off-ground volley which went over the bar after Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink headed Paul McShane's free kick into his path.

Myhill then pushed away a Pedersen free kick which lad to chaotic scenes in the Tigers area, culminating in Steven Nzonzi spooning a decent chance wide. Again the Tigers had a response, with Hunt playing some smart keepie-up to get the ball under control before feeding Vennegoor of Hesselink, whose low left foot drive was well pushed aside by Paul Robinson.

The breakthrough was deeply unflattering to McShane, who was caught out of position, and ultimately Myhill. A ball down the left allowed Martin Olsson to shuffle free of the covering Craig Fagan and put a low ball in from the byline which clipped the inside of Myhill's heel just enough to divert itself into the far corner. The angle would have been impossible, especially at the pace Olsson was running, for a goal to be scored without the City keeper's help, and so it goes down as an own goal. Olsson's perseverance should allow him to claim the chance. Irrespective of the scorer's identity though, it was a woeful piece of play all round from the Tigers.

There followed a long period of nothingness. Blackburn sat tight, City had little appetite for getting forward. It was a freezing Lancashire evening. It doesn't show much class to have a pop at a team for protecting leads at home, and the Tigers have been victim of many a bitter, unwarranted stab from supporters of teams who couldn't break us down - Tottenham fans after the goalless game at White Hart Lane were especially unkind and charmless. But it can't do the soul good to be paying to watch this sort of football week on week. Be cautious and stoic away from home, by all means. But at home, there has to be something more for the supporters. Allardyce is, and has always been, one of those managers who doesn't equate football with entertainment, merely with results. It's hard to argue with the sentiment, but easy as a romantic to confront his approach.

Myhill held a long range volley from Olsson and then Gardner made a tremendous block as El-Hadji Diouf ran on to a Brett Emerton - Mr Probert gave a goal kick as a bonus, which albeit in our favour, was another wrong decision and would soon not be remotely his worst. Blackburn embarked upon another scramble in the Tigers box afterwards with both Gael Givet and Nzonzi having efforts charged down before Myhill could fall gratefully on to the ball.

Boateng's red card and his colleagues' red mist then followed, and Brown slung on Seyi Olofinjana to fill the gaping hole left in the midfield, withdrawing the crestfallen Vennegoor of Hesselink, who nonetheless left the field the understanding professional, applauding the fans as he exited.

Nikola Kalinic flicked an injury time corner from Diouf just wide at the near post which Myhill seemed to lose all ends up, before a half time whistle offered the players a chance to calm themselves and the City fans ample opportunity to aim vocal brickbats the way of the referee. Boy had he got it wrong.

The second half was threatening to be a total non-event. The life and spirit had been sucked from City via the unjust dismissal of a major influence, while Blackburn's life and spirit was on hold thanks to their desire to maintain the status quo of one strike and you're out. Brown eventually got fed up with this and, in an admirable show of optimism, withdrew both full backs - in the case of McShane it was as much a mercy withdrawal as anything as he had stunk the place out - and threw on Amr Zaki up front and Kamil Zayatte at the back. This made for a 3-4-2 formation which would probably require Fagan and Hunt to play, at times, as wing backs. This was evident within seconds of the restart as Emerton was freed on the right of the area with Hunt nowhere to be seen and belted a shot goalwards which Myhill did brilliantly to keep out.

Myhill then superbly palmed a Givet header from Diouf's corner on to the bar before the Tigers, led by the blatantly unfit but eager to please Zaki, began to look the correct way. The squarely-built Egyptian was fouled on the edge of the box but rushed the free kick, lifting it on to the roof of the net. When a corner was forced soon afterwards, Zaki crossed in a terrific second ball but Steven Mouyokolo failed to play to the whistle and headed the ball half-heartedly at Robinson while waiting for a signal for offside that never came, either via flag or whistle.

Another free kick was then forced by Tom Cairney, quiet but not majorly culpable all evening, and the youngster chipped it diagonally for Zayatte to win but the header was weak and straight to Robinson. Four minutes were added and soon went. The game was lost, the performance was terribly disappointing after all that had gone before.

Boateng's red card didn't lose City the match - the Tigers were already behind and any reply against Blackburn on their own patch is hard-earned with even the full quota of contributors on show - but it certainly played games with the focus and spirit of the City players that remained, and little followed to suggest that an equaliser was possible. Boateng can appeal and should appeal, but beyond his personal battle ahead, Brown needs to decide whether a team that can play so well against big names and then so badly against a smaller outfit needs altering, or whether it counts as a blip mitigated by the referee's hapless decision to reduce the numbers to ten.

Fortunately, he has ten days to figure it out as there is no fixture this weekend. And by the time the Tigers venture to London for the final time this season with the trip to West Ham United, a certain Jimmy Bullard should also be in a position to give the manager a further cause for change.

Blackburn Rovers: Robinson, Givet, Nelsen, Olsson, Salgado, Pedersen, Emerton (Roberts 70), Nzonzi, Andrews, Diouf, Kalinic (Reid 90). Subs not used: Brown, Chimbonda, Jones, Di Santo, Hoilett.
Hull City: Myhill, McShane (Zayatte 67), Dawson (Zaki 67), Gardner, Mouyokolo, Boateng, Cairney, Hunt, Fagan, Vennegoor of Hesselink (Olofinjana 44), Altidore. Subs not used: Duke, Kilbane, Barmby, Garcia.

Tom 'n' George

If you can get a partnership made up of youthful exuberance and wizened leadership in any part of the field then you are on to a good thing. In the Hull City midfield, that is precisely what has happened.

There were calls for Tom Cairney to become a fixture in the Premier League starting XI for some time, but in the last three matches it has finally happened. The evidence of his calmness on the ball, vision when releasing it and general approach play was obvious during his Carling Cup and FA Cup appearances and now, finally, he is showing it at the top level too.


Alongside him there has been something of an Indian summer for George Boateng, a player almost twice Cairney's age and, as such, half of his energy and capacity to get around the pitch. Yet the experienced Dutchman has been revelatory at the base of the resourceful City midfield since Phil Brown switched to a 4-4-2.

Boateng has brought out the best in Cairney and Cairney has brought out the best in Boateng. Young enthusiasts need someone longer in the tooth to guide and cajole them; elder figureheads need someone less mature to do their running and take the pressure off their need to defend and protect. It couldn't have worked out better for all concerned.

The captain's armband, passed round this season like a parcel at a children's party, currently occupies the humerus of Anthony Gardner, but the real inspiration has come from Boateng in the very middle of the park. He won't get the captaincy back as it will devalue Gardner's contribution and he has already had it this season anyway, prior to his period of exile when he fell out with Brown, but it really doesn't matter. He is leading. And his superhuman efforts in the last three games, especially for a player deemed to rickety to manage more than one game a week, have been arguably the biggest single factor in City's acquisition of five points from nine. His goal against Manchester City, a terrific strike and a rare beast, was not only deserved but also quite poetic.

Cairney has caught the eye of the tabloid newspapers who inevitably have already begun to link him with bigger clubs, despite there being no evidence whatsoever for the likes of Liverpool and Tottenham to be looking at him, but it will do the player no harm at all to feel really loved and wanted, as long as he realises that the main love and desire comes from the club he currently stars for, and the fans who follow it. He is the genuine article and for a club still living in Mike Edwards' shadow as far as productivity from within its own ranks is concerned, he is hugely important.

When Jimmy Bullard comes back, there may still be room for Cairney's brand of creativity, especially as his tender years give him the lungs to get around the pitch at will too. But for the time being, he and his veteran Dutch teammate have given us a midfield for others really to envy. Even allowing for Bullard's much-awaited return, and that of Ian Ashbee eventually, long may this continue.

Everything in the garden looks Jozy

For reasons far beyond his smashing first Premier League goal for Hull City, Jozy Altidore deserves multiple pats on the back.

There is a tremendous interview with him in the Daily Mail this morning, showcasing the youngster's decency and modesty as he explains his familial connections with Haiti and admits to helping the relief effort with both campaigns and his own money.

This proves beyond all doubt that the youthful American striker, whose parents are both Haitian, knows where his priorities lie even within an industry renowned, perhaps unfairly at times, for the selfishness and indolence of those earning the biggest money. His story is thoughtful and personal, and he accepts that while his work to help his nation of origin continues, he also has a job to do in Hull.

And with that excellent goal, the opener in the 2-1 win over Manchester City, he is truly doing that job. With Altidore's recent form as a worker and provider for his team, it had become less of an issue that this powerful centre forward had not yet provided a goal in 17 Premier League appearances. But now that duck has been broken, and broken with real finesse too, he may just be inspired. He certainly doesn't look like the sort of striker who doesn't get many goals - many of his near-misses were on target - so renewed hope will be on his broad shoulders that more of the same is due.

For all the impatience with players that football fans can show, there has been tremendous goodwill for Altidore so far. It is a refreshing brand of patience which has taken into account the player's age, new surroundings and the pace of the game he is now expected to play. He is also just naturally likeable and has given from day one the impression that he is honoured to be with the Tigers. The perseverance of Altidore has paid off for him, and now he looks like a Premier League player. He is fit, exudes power, has real pace and a real thirst for hard work.

He was beginning to show these attributes week on week, but the tiny doubt remained while his Premier League goal record was nil. Now that final hurdle has been cleared, who knows what he can go on to do?

Mutual consent

Common sense seems to be behind the apparent mutual agreement between Hull City and ex-chairman Paul Duffen to settle their legal differences out of court.

Duffen is addicted to media exposure and would have loved his day in court. Ultimately the cards were dealt by the Tigers in order to make plain their disapproval of Duffen's conduct as chairman - he has been accused of taking money from agents in return for club dealings, and also transferring club money to his other business ventures - but even though the case was strong, it could have been more of a pyrrhic victory had it continued.

A club dragging its own name through the British legal system, even with good cause and confidence of success, does not look good for the club itself nor for the sport it represents. Duffen's narcissism when in charge would have re-emerged and, as a skilled and shameless performer in public, he would have revelled in the occasion when called to give evidence. For all the club's public disassociation with Duffen's tenure as chairman (difficult when it involved promotion to the Premier League and a subsequently rather memorable survival therein), it still would have been harmful to its standing had it allowed its evidence of wrongdoing to be aired and debated in a public courtroom.

This way, Duffen doesn't get his day in court and the Tigers can feel vindicated in taking action against him. That an out-of-court settlement now seems likely allows Duffen to look culpable and the club to look generous and self-protective. Duffen doesn't win and his reputation stays tarnished, but he keeps the gory details to himself. It's a perfectly acceptable outcome for the club and the best that Duffen could have wished for.

Of course, there has still been no official confirmation from either the club or its former chairman, presumably until the terms of the settlement are finally agreed. One assumes discussions and negotiations are ongoing.

An interesting aside from this whole sorry business is the revelation that while Duffen publicly fell on his sword in October with faux-gallantry over his responsibility for poor form on the pitch (and then separately told every available media outlet so, rather than issuing a brief statement and disappearing to his yacht), he had actually been sacked by Russell Bartlett earlier the same week. It seems that even his one act of genuine selflessness was a sham.

25: Hull City 2 - 1 Manchester City - 06/02/2010

There is only one City, y'know. They play in amber, they represent heart and soul as much as footballing ability, and they've just beaten a team for whom money evidently cannot buy cohesion or spirit.

This was a stunning performance by a team that has just managed to get it right. Both goals were terrific, the need to fight for every ball was ingrained within them from the first minute, and this first Premier League win since November was more about their own display than most commentators will accept.

Of course, the response from most will be to assume that Manchester City had an off day. They did. Spectacularly so. But they weren't abject, merely outplayed. The Tigers were better in every department and no binful of excuses from apologists for the fashionable visitors will take that simple truth away.

Phil Brown made no changes. He didn't need to and nobody in the starting XI from the draw with Chelsea deserved to be dropped. If they were fit, they were in, and indeed all were fit. Manchester City did pick Wayne Bridge, as expected, and the wronged England full back got little more than mild ribbing from the East Stand, but this was probably more to do with repetitiveness rather than sympathy.

Craig Fagan had the first chance, belting an angled drive high and wide after Jozy Altidore had beaten off an aerial challenge to get a flick on to Stephen Hunt's cross. The hardworking Altidore then earned a free kick after Kolo Toure fouled him and earned an early yellow card for his trouble, though the American could only hit the base of the wall with his effort.

Altidore's worth was questioned recently due to his lack of goals but this bustling, determined American has really shown how worthy he is as a team player in the last few weeks. Having got Toure on a final warning he soon did likewise with the other centre back, Dedryck Boyata, who was cautioned for felling the broad-shouldered striker near the corner flag.

The burgeoning partnership with Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink also took another big step when, having flicked on a Fagan cross to give the big Dutchman a volleying chance which he put wide, Altidore had the compliment returned when Vennegoor of Hesselink laid a George Boateng through ball into the American's path and Altidore placed a careful shot beyond Shay Given's left hand and into the corner.

It was a super goal, and well worth the 18-match wait that Altidore has had to endure before opening his Premier League account. And it was not just what the American himself deserved, but it was what City as a team deserved. By the time the lead was acquired just after the half hour, the Tigers were in complete control. The visitors were slow and negative and making similar presumptions about their status that did for Chelsea in midweek.

Fagan took a similar lay-off from Vennegoor of Hesselink but swiped his shot well wide. The last ten minutes of the half finally prompted some action from the visitors but Anthony Gardner looked after Emmanuel Adebayor's threat in the air with aplomb, while Steven Mouyokolo did superbly to block a far post Carlos Tevez strike after Gareth Barry's corner was flicked into his path.

Bridge then went through on goal after a fine sequence of passes between Craig Bellamy and Tevez, but Boaz Myhill was equal to the task at his near post. Adebayor followed up with a volley that was high, wide and nothing resembling handsomeness.

The second half was a big event, with City clearly believing that they could win this one. The illustrious status of their opponents had proved nothing in the first half, and soon it meant even less.

Altidore got on the end of a fine four-man passing sequence involving Tom Cairney, Boateng, Vennegoor of Hesselink and Hunt but went down easily under a challenge from Toure and got nothing.

Fagan then forced a corner which Hunt swung in dangerously. The headed clearance by Toure reached Boateng on the edge of the box, who duly delivered a stunning, rasping left-footed drive that beat Given all ends up and recorded the inspirational midfielder his first goal for more than two years, and his first in City colours. It was a magnificent effort.

The visitors got back into it quickly, forcing a corner via Myhill's save from Tevez and panicking the Tigers defence in the area. Nobody could get it clear and eventually it fell to Adebayor who stabbed it in from close range.

There was cause for worry, but instantly Bellamy was substituted and on came Patrick Vieira for his debut. How this represented a positive change, especially as Bellamy's chippiness contributes as much to his team's destiny as his skill and pace, is anyone's guess. Vieira may have been once a great player but he isn't any more. And he would prove it. Simultaneously, Altidore was withdrawn with raucous applause ringing in his ears, and on came Amr Zaki.

A period followed when Manchester City forced a seemingly endless number of set-pieces but Gardner and Mouyokolo, plus the gloves of Myhill, dealt conclusively with each. Zaki could have put it beyond doubt when he was sent clear by Vennegoor of Hesselink on the counter attack but went for the near post drive and Given stopped it easily.

Brown threw on two more subs, replacing the shattered but iconic Boateng with the returning Seyi Olofinjana, then the ultimate in protective substitutions was made when Kevin Kilbane replaced Vennegoor of Hesselink.

Myhill threatened a few coronaries when he misjudged a swerving cross from sub Adam Johnson and let the ball leave his grasp and drop just wide, but aside from a good Tevez chance from close range which the City custodian held well, the visitors really weren't getting anywhere fast. The four added minutes dragged on but victory was sealed, and what a victory it was.

Manchester City looked like they really didn't care if a proper competition was put before them courtesy of a team of comparatively skint players. That's what happened. By the time they did have a go, their best attacking threat was off the pitch and there was too much unfamiliarity.

Spirit was lacking too, which is hardly something you can say about the hosts. Hull City were worth every single penny of the admission and a bit more. This national assumption that last year was a freak and this year will result in definite relegation may just spur us on to another survival and another year of tweaking wealthier noses. That's what we've become good at lately, and boy is it entertaining to see.

Hull City: Myhill, McShane, Dawson, Mouyokolo, Gardner, Boateng (Olofinjana 82), Cairney, Fagan, Hunt, Altidore (Zaki 66), Vennegoor of Hesselink (Kilbane 83). Subs not used: Duke, Zayatte, Barmby, Garcia.
Manchester City: Given, Zabaleta, Bridge (Petrov 85), Boyata, Toure, De Jong, Barry, Ireland (Johnson 55), Bellamy (Vieira 60), Adebayor, Tevez. Subs not used: Taylor, Onuoha, Sylvinho, Wright-Phillips.

"They're going bananas at Boothferry Park today!"

Hull City are at home to Manchester City today. Now, while last season's 2-2 draw between the clubs was a memorable occasion, as the Sky cameras transmitted some howlers at the back, sublime finishing and a bizarre soap opera surrounding a free kick, the previous encounter between the two will remain sharp in the memory forever.

We have to go back to the opening day of 1988-89, a day of sunshine and many debuts. Lee Warren and John Moore started their first games having joined in the summer, and indeed the man who purchased them, Eddie Gray, was also taking charge of his first game.

Manchester City were projecting their usual shtick about being far too good and far too big to be anywhere but the top flight, even though they had been horribly relegated two seasons before and had finished a crazy ninth in the second division, despite memorably doing over Huddersfield Town 10-1 in a League game. Their fans had become newsworthy for their fetish for inflatable props, most notably the enormous oxygen-stuffed banana, which had become their main match accessory.

Boothferry Park's North Stand, and the uncovered bit of the Kempton in the north east corner, was full of grown men singing vile songs about Munich while holding up large plastic replicas of fruit. The ground wasn't full, as the apathy towards the Tigers continued within their home city, but the travelling contingent took the figures over 11,000 and were considerably loud to boot.

On the pitch, Gray had kept faith with most of the players Brian Horton had left behind when he had been fired the previous April, adding just Warren and Moore to the squad over the summer. A third debutant was Steve Terry, the centre back who sported a large sticking plaster on his forehead and who Dennis Booth had signed from Watford during the short period betwixt Horton and Gray when he had been verbally assured that he would be the new manager.

Moore's presence up front meant that the skilful, gawky Alex Dyer moved out to the left wing. Warren, a teenager whom Gray knew from his Rochdale days, started in the defensive midfield role. Manchester City were resplendent with a particularly gifted crop of youngsters, including the likes of David White, Paul Lake, Ian Brightwell, Steve Redmond and Andy Hinchcliffe.

And this became one of the Tigers' biggest acts of daylight robbery. Tony Norman kept out everything that Manchester City could aim his way, and that was rather a lot. City played some good football, with Dyer outstanding down the wing, but chances were few and far between. Moore struggled to hold the ball up - despite his considerable frame - and although Warren worked hard, there was little creativity in front of him.

And the result? 1-0 to the Tigers. Keith Edwards, goalscorer supreme, forced in a close range chance more against the run of play than any talented football hack could ever have described in the Sunday papers a day later. Things would settle down for Gray afterwards, with victories coming via more convincing displays. His decision to sell Norman at Christmas helped turn the season into a complete nightmare, even though a run to the FA Cup fifth round maintained some positive headlines until Liverpool won 3-2 at Boothferry Park.

As for the debutants, well Moore never recovered from his anonymity on day one and the campaign that soon started against him became one of the bitterest that an unforgiving Tiger Nation ever aimed at one player. When he was dropped for three games, a cheer of joy went up and during this period City defeated Chelsea 3-0. Then he was recalled for a match against Swindon Town and a large boo rang out when his name was announced. He scored the only goal of the game - albeit when someone else's shot smacked him on the side of the head on the way in - but it didn't establish any faith in him and after a particularly awful sitter-missing 45 minutes against Bournemouth in November 1988, he was substituted at half time and never appeared again.

Warren, conversely, settled into a long and reliable Tigers career which never quite saw him become an all-time hero but nonetheless earned him great respect as the Tigers lurched from one crisis to another. He played in midfield, at right back and sometimes centre back for five spectacularly stressful seasons (and even went in goal) before he was unwisely - and unpopularly - released at the end of the 1993/4 season. He was still playing the professional game in his late 30s and turned out for the Tigers in the Masters tournament last year.

Terry had a strange old time at City. Known for his "big esh" clearances from kick off, the elastoplasted defender lost his place in the team in the December to local youngster Neil Buckley and, remarkably, didn't get it back for four months, missing out on the big FA Cup tie against Liverpool. He played alongside Peter Skipper at the back on the opening day, but the long-serving Skipper was out of the door within a fortnight, allowing the cultured Richard Jobson a route back to his favoured position (Gray had put the exquisite Jobson at right back). Eventually it was a Jobson-Buckley partnership for which that season would be known, and although Terry forced his way back in towards the end of the campaign at Buckley's expense and was a favourite of the briefly returning Colin Appleton the next season, he would be gone on deadline day 1990 as Stan Ternent didn't rate him. Gray was fired after an appalling run of one win in the last 18 matches that began the moment the final whistle sounded against Liverpool.

Manchester City were promoted as runners-up behind Chelsea at the end of 1988-9, so the Tigers, who finished fourth bottom yet were never in relegation danger, could at least say that the best two sides in the division had been beaten at Boothferry Park. The victory against Manchester City was, however, a quite extraordinary miscarriage of justice which we happily took as the deflated bananas were strewn all over North Road and Askew Avenue afterwards by Mancunians feeling hard done by.

There would be nobody dressed in amber complaining if something similar occurred today, even if the bottom has fallen out of the blow-up banana industry.

Go go Mouyokolo

The last two matches have given us the first real insight into why Hull City signed Steven Mouyokolo.

The youthful French centre back was a January signing last year but only joined in the summer and has been denied a run of games in his favoured position thanks entirely to the presence of more experienced defenders ahead of him.

He was at least fourth in the pecking order for a central defensive role upon joining, then the departure of Michael Turner elevated him to third. Now an injury to the in-form Kamil Zayatte has offered him his chance - and he has really taken it.

The defence was in slipshod form against Wolves last weekend, with Anthony Gardner resembling a rail accident and the two full backs struggling with positional and distributive issues, but Mouyokolo was a calm, unspectacular and imposing presence, without being absolutely awesome.

But against Chelsea he really raised the bar and, but for the eyecatching displays in midfield by George Boateng and Tom Cairney, would have been praised much more than he actually was. His total domination in the air against an uncompromisingly strong centre forward was galvanised by his coolness in possession and, of course, his potency when getting on the end of set-pieces, earning his first goal for the Tigers in the process.

Mouyokolo's previous involvement had been as a makeshift right back at the start of the season, a necessary repositioning as it was in the black hole period between Sam Ricketts' sale and Paul McShane's arrival, but although rarely embarrassed it was clear he didn't have the athleticism and experience to play there. A 19 year old central defender, new to the country and to the Premier League, debuting at right back against Chelsea at Stamford Bridge, was quite a requirement. He succeeded in part, in that he was not a square peg but also never looked like it was there for him to keep.

Zayatte is a cult hero and a fine footballer, and nobody except Mouyokolo himself would have been surprised or disappointed if the Guinean madman had reclaimed his defensive role against Chelsea in midweek, having recovered from the injury that robbed him of his place against Wolves. But Mouyokolo played, played superbly, and has given the fans their first real shot of belief in the ability of a player about whom they still know very little. When Manchester City turn up tomorrow, expect him to play again, and for the Tiger Nation to find out a bit more.

24: Hull City 1 - 1 Chelsea - 02/04/2010

Don't let irked Chelsea fans claim they were robbed or that it was two points dropped. Hull City were absolutely magnificent and deserved the point, maybe even the full haul.

Raising their game for the raised sense of occasion, the Tigers fought like wild animals for every ball but also matched and often surpassed their illiustrious opponents for pace, skill and passing sequences. At times, the possession and retention of the ball was truly mesmerising.

There were heroes everywhere. It was hard not to notice the gutbusting display from George Boateng, whose brand of fiery midfield play was galvanised by a rare subtlety on the ball and a willingness to set up or join attacks. That he played so well, for the full 90 minutes, having done the full shift against Wolves three days before, made Boateng's achievements all the more laudable.

Another hero was Tom Cairney, who followed up his Premier League debut at the weekend with a display of energy and craft, never missing a ball and never being even momentarily afraid to take on the men facing this teenage lad. He looked like he had been playing forever and the long wait for this incredibly gifted boy to become a proper first teamer is over. He's now first choice.

And there needs to be praise aimed Jozy Altidore's way too. The American striker still hasn't scored but it almost doesn't matter any more for the way he has adapted to the English game, using his bulk and his enthusiasm to scare and bully defenders and a certain beleaguered England captain had all sorts of trouble coping with him, even resorting to a foul in the second half that led to a yellow card that John Terry's tormentors in the crowd celebrated like a goal.

The rest of the side gave their all, some with more reward than others, and Stephen Hunt certainly enjoyed the occasion against the club that hates him the most. The Irishman, whose continued employment by the Tigers remains a great joy after the pressure of the transfer window, had a ball in the first half with his usual mixture of nippy runs and chippy words, even staring out the indignant travelling contingent at one point as if offering them all out.

Phil Brown made just one change, choosing to restore Craig Fagan to the team, though as a wide man instead of down the centre, withdrawing Bernard Mendy to the bench. There seemed little need or motivation to make changes elsewhere, although Kamil Zayatte's return was mooted even though the popular Guinean defender had to be content alongside Mendy in the dugout.

The atmosphere was white hot even though the temperatures were stone cold. The presence of Terry and all that currently comes with him allowed the maturity threshold of City's more vocal element to lower itself even more than normal, with the opposing skipper treated to boos each time he touched the ball as well as some songs that varied between the witty and the downright unkind.

Early pressure was City's. Hunt swung in an early corner which Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink climbed to reach, forcing another corner on the opposite side which Hunt also took and Steven Mouyokolo's flick caused havoc before Ricardo Carvalho hacked clear. Hunt was central to everything, more up for it than ever, and soon won a free kick which he hammered in low and just missed the swinging boot of Fagan before Chelsea again cleared their lines.

The visitors scored after three minutes with a ludicrously brilliant chip by Frank Lampard when they visited the KC last season. This time round, Lampard's early effort from range did not resemble last year's, battering in a swerving shot which Boaz Myhill could only slap down to the floor into the path of Nicolas Anelka, who miskicked the rebound.

Chelsea then forced a free kick which City dealt with well to the extent that Hunt was able to break away down the unfamiliar right flank, cutting inside and hitting a shot that flew some way wide. Chelsea responded with a curling Branislav Ivanovic cross that Michael Ballack met with a totally free diving header, but aimed it straight at Myhill.

The deadlock was then broken. Hunt again was the architect, winning a free kick on the left edge of the box courtesy of a Deco foul for which the Portuguese international was booked. Hunt forced a corner with a swerving delivery, which he then took himself. Mouyokolo did the rest with a thundering unmarked header, and the noise from around the ground exploded.

City settled on this goal and began to play some divine football. Cairney and Hunt were at the helm, with Boateng supporting well and Altidore running his blood to water. Fagan and Vennegoor of Hesselink were willing participants with less success and the defence threw their bodies into everything, with Andy Dawson and Paul McShane always willing to overlap. It was splendid, remarkable to watch.

Anelka had a low shot from distance which Myhill held at his near post and then the City custodian watched a Deco shot well as it bounced awkwardly in front of him. Florent Malouda then hit a vicious shot from an angle which Anthony Gardner deflected out for a corner. The pressure was increasing from Chelsea but City were, thus far, coping.

Then Anelka went down on the edge of the box, but still delivered the ball inside for Lampard to chase, but referee Mark Clattenburg gave the delayed free kick when Lampard couldn't convert the chance. Dider Drogba, quiet and arrogant throughout the first half, stepped up and swept the free kick in a carbon copy of the one he stuck away at Stamford Bridge on the opening day.

City players protested, possibly because they thought an indirect kick had been given and Drogba's effort flicked nobody on its way past Myhill. Later there was a suggestion that Drogba had taken the kick before the referee's whistle had sounded. The pleas fell on deaf ears and it was all square.

Two minutes were added on and City should have scored again as the injury time ticked by. Another free kick was won, Cairney curled in a killer ball and Gardner, entirely unmarked, headed over. It was an amazing miss. Yet the applause for a marvellous first half display wasn't curtailed or annulled, and nor should it have been. City were the better side and though pulled back to 1-1, deserved to be ahead.

The first notable moment after the break involved Altidore bustling an off-balance Terry away from the ball and being grabbed by the ankles for his trouble. The yellow card was inevitable, deserved and celebrated beyond any context. From the Hunt free kick, Altidore won a back header but aimed it right at Petr Cech.

Cairney, having confidence that belied his years by some margin, exchanged passes with Altidore before belting a shot over the bar and then the American dwelled too long on the ball after a good counter attack by the Tigers and had it stolen before he could get his shot set up.

Chelsea began to re-assert themselves, and Drogba gave Malouda a shooting chance which aimed low for Myhill's near post and City's keeper got down to save well. The same two players then faced one another again and Myhill once more came out on top, palming away Malouda's header with admirable reflexes before getting to Terry's follow-up.

Brown shook up the front line, removing Vennegoor of Hesselink and slinging on the broad-shouldered Amr Zaki who proceeded to combine brute force with great pace to scare Chelsea's defence for the rest of the match. The Egyptian created a chance quickly for Fagan with a fine run and cross, but Fagan was crowded out before he could make up his mind.

City then won a corner through Fagan's persistence and in a re-run of the first half goal, Hunt swung in the kick and Mouyokolo met it with the meat of his forehead. The similarity ended there as the ball flew wide.

Drogba beat Myhill in the air to get to sub Joe Cole's cross but hit the top of the net, then Ashley Cole - also on as a sub - broke in typicla style in the box after getting free of Boateng but saw his cross deflected away by Mouyokolo. Terry headed Malouda's corner over.

Brown made two more changes, withdrawing the workhorse Altidore for the calming presence and cult status of Kevin Kilbane in midfield and then putting Zayatte into action after McShane took an elbow from Drogba - who was booked - and couldn't immediately stem the flow of blood.

It was gripping, nerveracking stuff as four minutes of added time were signalled, but Chelsea only had one final chance to win it as they piled it on thick. Daniel Sturridge, their third sub, hit a brilliant instant shlot from a distant anle which Myhill leapt across to tip away. It was the save of the night and it preserved a point signalled shortly afterwards by the final whistle, and celebrated with the sort of roar associated with a win.

What a superb point, and yet the gluttonous would say, correctly, that it could have been three. However, it would have been zero in any right-thinking person's opinion before the game and so it deserves to be marked down as a huge point for the Tigers. Chelsea had a swagger but no spirit and City exploited that. The wider media will say it was down to complacency and factions that Chelsea didn't win, but the main reason they didn't win was because their opponents were just marvellous.

Hull City: Myhill, McShane (Zayatte 90), Dawson, Mouyokolo, Gardner, Boateng, Fagan, Cairney, Hunt, Vennegoor of Hesselink (Zaki 66), Altidore (Kilbane 85). Subs not used: Duke, Mendy, Barmby, Geovanni.
Chelsea: Cech, Ivanovic, Zhirkov (A Cole 81), Carvalho, Terry, Deco, Lampard, Ballack (J Cole 71), Malouda, Anelka (Sturridge 81), Drogba. Subs not used: Turnbull, Alex, Ferreira, Kalou.

Ditching the dead wood

Peter Halmosi, Tony Warner and Daniel Cousin have left Hull City at last.

Well, not quite. Warner has been paid off - exactly why the Tigers needed a senior goalkeeper as third choice when a cheap and promising teenager would do is anyone's guess - but the spectre of Halmosi and Cousin will still hang around for a bit as they have merely left on loan.

Halmosi has gone back to his native Hungary and Cousin has gone to Greece. Just what percentage of their mighty wages will still be funded by the Tigers is not to be publicly consumed, but one can imagine that neither club involved - Szombathelyi Haladás and Larissa respectively - have the sort of riches that can be thrown at their new arrivals. One would assume that they would have offered City and the players permanent deals if so.

Still, if the bill has been reduced even by a small amount for these two it's a start, and added to Warner's departure and those of Bryan Hughes and Nathan Doyle over the last two weeks, it has trimmed the squad by the sort of significance Adam Pearson will have had in mind. One would hope that Halmosi and Cousin get a taste for playing football for money, as opposed to watching their teammates for money, and ask to be released in the summer. The only outcast still hanging around is Caleb Folan and, without wishing to appear cruel, it doesn't come as a surprise that nobody wanted him.

The Hunt is over

A few hours still remain of the transfer window, but the main worry about Stephen Hunt making a last-ditch defection to Wolves seems to have been eased.

A verbal £5 million bid was made by Wolves this morning and Adam Pearson has rejected it. Phil Brown said on Saturday that the fans would "go crazy" if the club sold its best performer of the season to an immediate relegation rival and so with words from one man and actions from another, we can put this sorry business to bed.

Of course, those whose heads rule their hearts will ask questions about how the Tigers can afford to turn down such a substantial sum when the debts are as they are. Pearson is, however, never prone to letting his heart get in the way of common sense. He has gone through the books with a fine toothcomb, issued legal papers to Paul Duffen and worked his abacus to within an inch of its frame. And if he says we can afford to keep Hunt then that is the case.

Brown helped matters by making his comment after Saturday's game - in which Hunt played unusually poorly, leading to unhelpful remarks about his head already being with the day's opponents - and in getting the fans involved, may have pushed Pearson into a decision the chairman was already set to make. If only he had done that in August when Michael Turner's future was in the balance. It might not have stopped Duffen from flogging him, but it would have saved Brown a lot of face and suspicion as the truth of City's finances began to unravel over the next two months.

It is proof, if we ever needed more, that the manager's attitude reflects the regime he works for. Duffen was about secrecy and treated supporters as pure customers, so Brown followed suit with cloak and dagger comments or no comments at all. Pearson's desire to make the supporters the focal point of club policy and general transparency has been taken on by Brown, if this comment about Hunt is admissible as evidence. Either way, Brown is obeying orders and taking the lead from the person employing him. That we see this happen within a rebuttal for Wolves, meaning Hunt will be playing against Chelsea tomorrow night, is a nice bonus.

Of course, Peter Halmosi is available for transfer and the Tigers are absolutely desperate to get rid. So if Wolves want a shaggy-haired international left-sided player, then maybe we can assist after all. Hurry along now Mick, you've only got three hours...