Movement of Hull people.
It has started. Driving to Manchester this weekend for the bank holiday, the motorway was more crowded than usual with cars decked in amber and black heading for Wembley. Tomorrow it will be heaving. A hand-made banner hangs from a bridge over the A63; "Will the last one out please switch off the lights".
I am not a City fan, though I have been a few times since I moved to Hull. My football highlight of the year was the agonising triumph on Wednesday. Hull, though, is on a high at the prospect of the Premiership. Tickets are near unobtainable after fans queued overnight. And I look back to my first visits to a crumbling Boothferry Park to watch a bottom division side play unimaginably dreadful football in front of scarcely 3,000 fans and wonder at the transformation.
Hull is a city divided between East and West. This is matched by the bitter rivalries of the rugby league sides, Hull Kingston Rovers in the East and Hull FC in the west. There is only one major football club though and so the city is united and alive ahead of tomorrow.
Good luck City, never in their history in the top division, this might be their year.
They did it