I comment on hear now and again while sat at work, I am not meant to but I do (rebel). I thought I would let you no who I am. Iâm a city in the north east of England and I lie on the river wear, you may no me for my national Glass centre or my lovely winter gardens (still there in the summer). Seriously now. I have supported SAFC as long as I remember. The first recollection of this great team I have was a T-shirt I had, not a replica one but a cheap cotton top. I remember it was blue and had the old badge on it always seemed to be faded never remember it new. I had this top on all the time however I was young and fickle and soon moved on to a replica shirt it was gleaming white and had a HIGH class premium larger printed across the front, which I appreciated at my age of 6. This however was not enough as a young man I demanded to see a football game and of I was taken to a game. I only have vivid memories which are mainly of a cold day, the back of a manâs head and also my legs hurting. I have no idea who we played or what the score was but I always enjoy the fact I went to Rocker Park at least once. There is one full memory I have from this trip and that was of a strange drink brown in colure, smelling like gravy but not as thick it confused me as a child. Did I like it? I still donât know. I always think there is something missing the potato or meat maybe. This was to much for me and I believe I demanded to leave (still the only game that I have left early). The next season was at the stadium of light. I remember crying all day because my brother went to a game (I was not happy). However I eventually got over it and made it to another game that season, I was thrilled the stadium seemed huge; I had never seen so many people. I turned to my dad and asked âwhy canât I hear the commentatorsâ seemed such a sensible question at the time. We won 4-2 this is the first game I remember and the only one I went to that season until the play offs. My dad picked me up from an after school club I remember being excited anyway think it was a Friday and in his hand were 3 season tickets for next season, 2 replica home shirts (my dad didnât want one) and 3 tickets for the play off final for me my dad and brother God I donât think I have ever been so happy since that didnât involve woman, drugs or alcohol. We all no what happened at that game and I feel like I have been going on now. I have had a season ticket since then and now in my 20s I still donât know whether I like Bovril, my legs still hurt from standing, I still love going to the stadium of light and it would be another happy day if my dad pulled up with a ticket to see Sunderland at Wembley.
memories of my 1st away match, a 4-1 win at newcastle (1978/79 season), pure hell on and i don't mind saying i was ****ting myself (i was only 8). Long live Gary Rowell
You mate have just summed up what supporting the lads is all about. Passion. You can stick all the trophy's up Man U's arse if I could have a team that showed the same week in week out. The really great thing, the thing that's been missing for most of my 40 odd years is returning with MON. He has it in spades.
