It did mate, so did that match. I know everyone is supposed to hate ManU but I don't. I love the way they play football where everyone is hungry. May be biased as I was saved from the Chelsea headhunters by ManU supporters in the 80s.
don't mind man utd either or arsenal, they both play great football, i just hope we sign a good striker before wednesday and i think it'll be bendtner, as for the 80's i miss them dearly, standing, roker park, away games with bob's travel club, cheap tickets, better atmosphere, the roker pie shop, and we were all a lot younger. I'd give my right arm for 1 more match at roker park
I said something similar to my boy the other day. How he would have loved being with the chanters in the Fulwell End. The whole mass of people moving and singing as one, no way could you be a miserable get in there and moan about the people shouting.
Give a months pay for the feeling of walking up the the back of the Roker end, coming out the top and seeing the pitch, seemed a greener green and bigger than anything I could imagine, hairs standing up on the back of my neck and a rush of adrelaline, all to see Steve Berry and Paul ****ing Lemon looning around, **** all seaters and nice bogs. Just noticed my age has changed, thats because its my birthday, talk of Roker is making me feel even older
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Don't get me started mate, I'm filling up. Got into the Fulwell 5 minutes late for the Northampton game in 88. Running up the back of the steps almost in hysterics because it wasn't the normal clapping, it was a ****ing sizzle and having to dodge the stewards to get our normal place 5 rows from the back in the middle next to a lad called blades and a nutter only known to us as Grey Hair, great ****ing days
Told this tale before. When I was a kid I was looked after by a couple of the older skins, probably, as even then I stood my ground. They shoved me up onto the dividing fence half way up the Fulwell and told me to start shouting "Oxford" Being up there and having the whole of the Fulwell shouting "****!" every time I shouted "Oxford" was one of the proudest moments of my life. Going by some of the comments of posters on here, they will be sitting shaking there heads and saying what a sad twat. But it was pure passion in there, nothing else mattered apart from SAFC! Most of us had miserable **** jobs or lives and Sunderland was our outlet.
Some of the best days of my life mate, won't ever see the like again, probally because I am too old now but even if I was a youth matchday is nothing like it used to be.
stories like this make me wish i was around iin the 80's oh and sorry i'm on your board must be obsessed or something
**** them all **** them all Wyn davies , Pop Robson, McFaul. We'll never be mastered by black and white bastards! As Sunderland's the best of them all!
i try and be as reasonable as i can there's no point being blinkered it makes you look like an idiot.
Willie McFaul went to town in his old cortina Bought some ****e, brought it back, called it miiirrriiiaaannnddiiinnnaaaa Denis Smith went to town in his Lamborghini Bought some class, brought it back, called it Gabbbiiiooooddiiinnnneeeee
First game on Boxing day 1969! In the fulwell end then many a happy year just to the right of the centre section near the back so I could get to the shop at the back of the stand at half time for a pie! The singing the movement of the crowd on mass as we fell forward as the play moved into the opposition box. The who;e feel was so different just magic. Wish we could turn the clock back and have standing with the majority of fans paying on the gate. You could always move around to find your mates did not have to buy tickets together justy get together in the pub before the game or meet in the ground so much better than the sterile football experience of today
