Roker Park memories.

Hello lads and lasses.

I'm doing some research into the derby and am interested in two games in particular

those held at Roker Park in 1967 and 1970.

I know that this is going back a bit, but i'd be grateful if anyone could share their experiences and memories of that.

 

I've no idea as I was born in 1986. I love your username though, hilarious!

 

Sorry mate, before my time.

 

Sunderland v Newcastle United, 30 December 1967
Score 3-3
Competition League Division One
Venue Roker Park
Attendance 46,030


Ollie Burton penalty
Ollie Burton penalty
John McNamee

Starting lineup:
Goalkeeper Gordon Marshall
Defender/Centre back Bobby Moncur
Central defender John McNamee
Left back Frank Clark
Midfielder Dave Elliott
Wing half Jim Iley
Wing half Ollie Burton
Centre forward Albert Bennett
Forward Wyn Davies
Winger Jim Scott
Winger Tommy Robson

Our very own Jim Isley playing wing half.

 

Good ol' Wyn Davies up front of course

 

Sunderland v Newcastle United, 27 March 1970
Score 1-1
Competition League Division One
Venue Roker Park
Attendance 51,950

Goalkeeper Willie McFaul
Defender David Craig
Defender/Centre back Bobby Moncur
Left back Ron Guthrie
Midfielder Tommy Gibb
Midfielder Jimmy Smith
Wing half Ollie Burton
Forward Bryan Robson
Forward Keith Dyson
Forward Wyn Davies
Winger Alan Foggon

 

Foggon... What a name!

 

I went to the 1985 derby at Roker Park, score was 0-0. There was only about 20,000 at the game including about 3,000 of us, many of whom were in the Fulwell End (because our end was sold out).

 

The Fogg on the Tyne.

 

I spent a lot of my youth at RP.. Under duress tho.

 

And what a player if my addled memory serves me correct.

 

http://www.11v11.com/matches/sunderland-v-millwall-11-january-1992-125076/

The above game is the only time I've ever been to Joker Park. My brother is a mackem and he persuaded me to take him to the match as I wasn't playing that day.

I was with him in the stand opposite the dug outs surrounded by mackems and every time a goal went in I had to look like it was FUN

FECKIN WORST DAY OF MY LIFE

I did have my Newcastle top on under my coat - made for an interesting walk to and from the ground

 

Did go to Roker when there was more Sunderland fans lining the route to the game jeering at us than there was inside the ground.

 

I was at the 1-1 game as a young lad of 10, but I could have sworn it was 1969. Jimmy Smith scored for Newcastle. My mates Granda took my mate who's red and white and me. There was war on in the Fulwell end. Newcastle had 90% of it. They were throwing old pennies at each other that had been sharpened up. Absolutely barbaric day.

 

Agent Bruce, was that Jim Isley one of the famous brothers that sang This Old Heart of Mine.
I was at both games and I remember the one where there was absolute mayhem in the Fulwell End, how on earth somebody wasn't killed I'll never know, I remember a wooden mallet flying backwards and forwards over the no-mans land in between both sets of fans, also brown ale bottles, bricks and coins, I remember one bloke with a pair of black and white striped glasses on being hit on the head with a bottle thrown from his own supporters.
Also a few days before the match the police found a sack on the hill behind the Fulwell End inside the ground next to the bogs and it was full of those star shaped kung - fu throwing things, don't know what they call them , obviously tossed over there by some lunatic wanting to collect them and use them during the match --- aaahhh , the good old days, now all we have to worry about is somebody standing up in front of us, wheres all the excitement gone?

 

Afraid not, our Jim Isley couldn't sing for toffee.

Or even rep!

 

Finally, a part of this discussion I can contribute to. They're called Shuriken (or Hira-Shuriken)

 

Apart from Sombrero's post on this thread.


This is the only other account i can find...of what happened on the 27th march 1970 from a Newcastle supporters point of view.


Find it hard to believe...don't worry.


I didn't believe a word of it the first time i read it.








This was mee thord visit to Joker Park and followin' on from mee forst visit in 1967 when we took half the Fulwell End, the next two years we brought more and more 'boot boys' to infiltrate the mackems 'hard end' and this time an attempt was made to take the whole of their beloved end!

The violence had been so bad in the previous visit in 1968 when darts, golf balls and aall manner of objects were hoyed at rival fans, that people even brung brollies to protect themsels from the incomin' missiles!


The train to Seaburn was (as usual) completely wrecked with seats, tables and even a carriage door bein' hoyed oot of the broken windows onto the tracks and the Toon fans were in a foul mood as we came into Seaburn Station.

Runnin' battles then ensued in the appropriately named 'Newcastle Road' as the mackems tried to ambush us but I have to tell you that they came off second best and fled doon the side streets as we desended onto Joker Park. It was pay on the gate as usual with ne segregation whatsoever and after a few hoose windows got caved in with 'half wollas' in the streets behind 'The Clock Stand' we heeded for wor destination---THE FULWELL!


"THE EASTER UPRISIN'!"

The mackems had beat us into the groond and were occupying the centre section of The Fulwell End as The Leazes Boot Boys made their entrance. As more and more Toon fans packed the terraces it soon became obvious that a mass fight was aboot to take place as the golf balls and darts rained in from the mackems section. By this time there were twice as many Toon fans as mackems and a 'charge of the light brigade style' was imminent!

With 'the Dibble' ootnumbered 'the charge' suddenly began as the home fans sang defiantly "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THE FULWELL!"
before unfulin' a red banner which said the same
thing!

THIS! was like wavin' a red rag to a bull and it provoked mass fightin' as the boot boys 'laid in' to the ootnumbered mackems who were unceremiously chased onto the pitch and before lang the entire 'Ful'well End was 'full' of ten thousand plus 'black 'n' whites' on the rampage.

The displaced home fans were then escorted to the 'Roker End' where they bizarrely unfurled their 'YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THE FULWELL' banner once again, to huge laughter and piss takin' from the NEW Fulwell End occupants!


By this time the teams had ran oot the crowd had settled doon and the historic 100th competitive mettin' between the clubs was underway (my 'sixth' in total, by the way!)

The mackems were bottom of the leeeg and with The Toon in sixth position an away win was on the cards in this 'Easter Uprisin'!.

The Toon were well on top in the forst half and Wyn Davies and 'Jinky Jim' (Smith) havin' blinders but they were thwarted by Montgomery in the home goal who kept us at bay in a game played in a blustery wind.


In the sixth minute of the second period however the deadlock was broken when Toon winger Keith Dyson flew doon the wing (would you believe!?) and crossed to 'Jinky Jim' who met the baall porfectlee to volley a supurb shot past the desparin' Montgomery to bulge the net!


This brought wild celebrations in The Fulwell End as we danced and sang on the terraces.

However!—the win wasn't to be and helped by the wind which was behind them the mackems equalised when Toon born (and *thorn!) Dennis Tueart slotted in an easy chance to send The Roker End wild!

It ended one's a piece, but the oweridin' memory for me that day was the complete takin' of 'The Fulwell'

Er!—aa can feel a song comin' on!

"THE GRAND OLD LEAZES END!"---
"WE HAD TEN THOUSAND MEN!"
"WE MARCHED THEM UP TO JOKER PARK!"---
"AND TOOK THE FULWELL END!"

After the match we heeded back to Seaburn for the train and passed some allotments on the way doon a narrow lane.

A gadgie in a pair of wellies, who mindin' his own business, was lovingly tendin' his prized leaks in his greenhouse, when aall of a sudden a couple of hudred or so Leazes Boot Boys, who were packed tightly into the lane, broke his piece and desended on him. They started pullin' the wooden fences doon aroond his allotment to use as weapons against the mackems at Seaburn as the gadgie looked on horrified.

His greenhouse was soon reduced to a pile of broken glass as he cowered behind his leeks and cabbages as the mob went wild!
To be perfectly honest I felt sorry for him as he obviously hadn't been to the match and probably hated football anyway! (if he didn't then—HE WOULD NOW!)

'The Dibble' were waitin' for us at Seaburn and hoyed us onto the train to avoid fortha clashes with the home fans.

The train back to The Toon was predictably wrecked again and after this visit the games were made aall ticket and we were 'banished' to 'The Joker End' forever more ! (neva to retorn to 'The Fulwell'!)

Footnote: At Blunderland's next home game the next day they attracted a crowd, some 33,000 less than the day before! They were relegated at the end of the season as well!

*Just to rub salt into wor wounds, six years later Toon born Tueart scored the winnin' 'bicycle kick'goal against us for Man City in the 1976 League Cup Final at Wembley as well!

 

That day was **** all compared to circa 68/ 69 when the scum did get real numbers into the Fulwell a pitched battle took place with housebricks bottles and anything else that could be thrown, how do I know this ? I bear the scar from one of the said housebricks. I have reason to hate the scummy unwashed black and white kernts and believe me I do.
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It was Good Friday 1970 - absolute carnage that day, with blood and guts all over (I remember feeling physically sick on seeing blood on the casualties being brought from the Fulwell to the Roker End, where they were treated by the St John's ambulance volunteers).

I'l never forget the front page of the Echo the next day, which showed a photograph of loads of weapons placed on a table which were found that day, including huge knives and hatchets.
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A question, could this match on the 27th of march 1970...be the reason why the mackems have a pathological hatred of all things to do with Newcastle...?????