I was 19 coming up 20 when that match was played, we all remember what the night was about, us young Sunderland fanatics, our team playing away against Everton needing something that would have kept us up and Coventry at home to Bristol City. Smug was very right, neither match was on any radio station back then, it was a case of watching the 9 o'clock news till the end when the sports announcements were made. You knew it was bad news when they reported our match first and Everton had beaten us but what was to follow was just ****e really. A kick off delayed to crowd congestion, our result being announced and a theatrical performance from both sides after the Jimmy Hill announcement. Bristol City took their striker off (might have been Ritchie) who then yelled at his manager 'Why me' and kicked off big style. The whole ****ing thing was a circus after that and it was only ever going to be a draw. I was told by a reliable source that Bob Paisley made amends for that night a few years later, you know what I'm talking about.. I absolutely hate pocket lining hypocrites and especially southern ones, so to Jimmy Hill from me, "**** off, take your ****ing chin, your wimpy ****ing gob, your ****ing white suits, your pastel ****ing glasses that make your stupid ****ing eyes look like a pandas arse and get the **** out of here.. Oh, he's gone..
It amazes me that people can have so much respect for a man who walked out on all of his many children plus two wives and shagged the staff behind his mistresses backs. He was instrumental in creating the basis for teenage millionaire players who hold clubs to ransom, all seater stadiums which are killing the atmosphere but cost a fortune to get into and the endless panels of pundits who all want to be bigger stars than the players. He was greatly responsible for making the game all about money, image and greed ... quite ironic coming at the same time as Blatter's humiliation.
Hill only opened half of the turnstiles for the Bristol City fans knowing there was a large following, as there normally is to the last away game but more so knowing what was at stake. The c*nt knew what he was doing well before kick off that day. I wish the c*nt had suffered more. I hope he is suffering in the afterlife, if there is one, and hope anything that can f*ck up with his funeral does and that Coventry go bust and out of business.
If my memory serves me right i think we took roughly the same number of points in the second half of the season that the team did that won the league. Maybe?
Always amazes me how he pulled them, he had a face like a smacked arses arse, talked like a cockney with loose falsies and had eyes like piss holes in melted snow.. Agree though, the freak was a proper ****bag..
No idea about that pops but he was certainly the man that brought to us the term, 'A chin has a voice as well'..
Re-read this thread and it's basically clear that the people who find it hard to accept how much we loathe the pointy-chinned mutation can never really understand what it was like for those of us who were there at the time. I was 14 back then and had to wait until I was 38 for Hill's turd of a club to be relegated.
Thing is JH''s beloved club were responsible for responsible for displaying our result to end their meaningful game - end of as I"m getting very emotional here - I'll post no more
One of the most sickening aspects of his Sunday Supplement was when he'd be sitting in his large mansion talking about greed in the game. Then he look into the camera and say, "Well I'm off to peel the potatoes for lunch," while the adverts came on. The fact that his pathetic pretence of domestic bliss masked the string of abandoned wives & children was lost on most of the audience.
I come from a long line of grudge bearers. My grandfather was chief grudge bearer to the Duke of Northumberland and my Dad would hold grudges on behalf of other people for money. It must be in the blood I'm currently holding a grudge against the Armstrong's in relation to a stolen heifer in 1613 ......... bastards!
