Acun had a dream

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I don't understand the big hoo hah about singing "Someone like you" The players wanted to start doing it for a reason. They first did it after we beat Millwall and it carried on through to Wembley and the parade at City Hall. We owe the players whatever song they resonate with to continue doing it... Who really cares what opposition fans think? As long as McBurnie is happy and it pushes us to victory, then who gives a ****? Truthfully...
Me and a mate once serenaded a taxi driver at 3am with Lionel Richie’s Hello as we were pissed and it was a laugh , wouldn’t want a full stadium singing it in front of the world though . There is a difference between a group of lads singing it over a beer and it becoming a thing for supporters , but as Ric says if you want too , go for it
 
I quite like the Adele song. Some of the lyrics evidently chime with players who have had a few clubs and experienced some rejection.

And if a few opposition fans think it’s **** or whatever, good. I like Mauled by the Tigers because it so obviously winds up the targets of the chant, as proved by the number of clowns who sing it back at us.
 
I remember the final T.W ,very little else,except my Mam gave me a quid in 2 Bob bits when we won :emoticon-0102-bigsm

Wonder how many packets of Spangles and Spanish Gold sweet tobacco it bought back then?
I was on holiday with relatives in Scarbourgh, aged 12. My uncle managed to blag us all into the British Legion Club on Huntriss Row to watch the game on the black and white telly. Took some doing because me and my cousin were under age, obviously, and none of our party were members. I was told to sit down and be quiet, kids in clubs/pubs in those days was not the done thing. I saw a Tic Tac Toe machine, in the corner all lit up, (that's a one armed bandit/fruit machine in today's money) and flashing away and I had sixpence to my name. I sneaked across and put my tanner in the slot, pulled the handle and dropped the jackpot!
Silver sixpences were pumping out of the machine and spilling all over the floor for an eternity, I'd never seen so much money in my life.
It caused uproar in the club too, shouts of 'He's under age', and 'Is he a member?' and so on.
The steward came running across and me dropping the jackpot, with one go, after it had been building up for weeks was a massive deal, and I shouldn't have been playing it or even in the club, so a huge dilemma and he wasn't happy.
After a lot of arguing and persuading, me and my cousin were given about a pound each in sixpences and a free soft drink, and a tray of beer appeared on our table to cheers from my Aunties and Uncles.
At full time we were actually asked to leave so we missed the extra time and had to listen to the last few minutes on the radio back at our guest house. I only knew we'd won the World Cup by the sound of car horns sounding and people shouting in the street outside.
Another good memory of July 1966. I wrote to Wembley before the Final and asked if they would send me a programme, they did and it cost me half a crown, which was a weeks pocket money to me in those days. But it arrived and I cherished it for years. I actually sold it a few years back for £100. So July 30th 1966 was quite a profitable day for me.
 
I was on holiday with relatives in Scarbourgh, aged 12. My uncle managed to blag us all into the British Legion Club on Huntriss Row to watch the game on the black and white telly. Took some doing because me and my cousin were under age, obviously, and none of our party were members. I was told to sit down and be quiet, kids in clubs/pubs in those days was not the done thing. I saw a Tic Tac Toe machine, in the corner all lit up, (that's a one armed bandit/fruit machine in today's money) and flashing away and I had sixpence to my name. I sneaked across and put my tanner in the slot, pulled the handle and dropped the jackpot!
Silver sixpences were pumping out of the machine and spilling all over the floor for an eternity, I'd never seen so much money in my life.
It caused uproar in the club too, shouts of 'He's under age', and 'Is he a member?' and so on.
The steward came running across and me dropping the jackpot, with one go, after it had been building up for weeks was a massive deal, and I shouldn't have been playing it or even in the club, so a huge dilemma and he wasn't happy.
After a lot of arguing and persuading, me and my cousin were given about a pound each in sixpences and a free soft drink, and a tray of beer appeared on our table to cheers from my Aunties and Uncles.
At full time we were actually asked to leave so we missed the extra time and had to listen to the last few minutes on the radio back at our guest house. I only knew we'd won the World Cup by the sound of car horns sounding and people shouting in the street outside.
Another good memory of July 1966. I wrote to Wembley before the Final and asked if they would send me a programme, they did and it cost me half a crown, which was a weeks pocket money to me in those days. But it arrived and I cherished it for years. I actually sold it a few years back for £100. So July 30th 1966 was quite a profitable day for me.
I wonder how much it would be worth now? If people want things nowadays they'll pay big bucks,it's like that with vinyl too,some of the old punk stuff is worth good money.

We used to watch all the big football games on the telly in the RAFA club(Royal Air Force Association) on Beverley Rd,more or less across from the Salvation Army building.My old man was RAF and we used to get in no problem but it was like a private Club,cheap drink etc for ex-forces.

I remember the day more for getting a bung than watching the Football to be fair but it was a huge day for England and as you say,everyone was going mad.

I wonder how much the jackpot was on slot machines back then?
 
I wonder how much it would be worth now? If people want things nowadays they'll pay big bucks,it's like that with vinyl too,some of the old punk stuff is worth good money.

We used to watch all the big football games on the telly in the RAFA club(Royal Air Force Association) on Beverley Rd,more or less across from the Salvation Army building.My old man was RAF and we used to get in no problem but it was like a private Club,cheap drink etc for ex-forces.

I remember the day more for getting a bung than watching the Football to be fair but it was a huge day for England and as you say,everyone was going mad.

I wonder how much the jackpot was on slot machines back then?
It seemed a lot of money Ric, mind you a pound was a lot of money in those days. What ever it was I was never told and it did cause a lot of resentment from the regulars, imagine being told to leave the club at full time!
Thinking back I'm just surprised at least one my uncles didn't kick off about it. Maybe he did and that's why were asked to leave? I do know the steward wouldn't let us have all the money.
The 1966 World Cup Final programme was devalued when a load of identical copies were printed, which could have been for the 50th anniversary? The copies were identical except for the staples in the middle pages. The originals were going for £500 at one time but then dropped massively in value when the copies came out. Likewise the first game at Boothferry Park programme v Lincoln City. I had that too and in exactly the same situation they became almost worthless when City gave away identical copies of it on our 50th anniversary at Boothferry Park. You couldn't tell the difference.
 
I don’t get why some people don’t like Can’t Help Falling in Love just because Sunderland fans sing it too. Loads of clubs sing You’ll Never Walk Alone but it doesn’t seem to bother Liverpool, Celtic or Dortmund fans.
It's part of the fabric of this club to endlessly discuss potential 'anthems' but also poo-poo any that emerge. Even Acun has adopted this mentality and is now going on about needing our own anthem. Just let it happen organically and stop thinking about it so much ffs.