Thursdays a funny day!!!!!

Thursdays a funny day, well it is this week. Not long since the last game against Chelsea but we have covered that, nothing left to say really on it.

Is it to early to start looking at the team for Stoke, I suppose not but if we do that, what can we talk about on Friday, best left I suppose.

Transfer window is shut until the summer, so why do I still scan the gossip every day, silly really.

We could talk about Carroll leaving, no, bored with that now, and Newcastle to be honest.

We have praised Steed, slagged off Jordon, wondered at Bardo, no, can’t see a lot to go at there.

Final league position, that’s what we can debate, oh, I see we have done that one.

Thursdays a funny day, anyone got any funny stories about days out supporting Sunderland, that should fill the day, this funny Thursday!

 

I first started going to watch the lads when we had been relegated to the old third division. No particular reason other than I was that age (about 15) and started going with my dad. I'd seen a couple of games with a mate from school who had managed to get free tickets so I got the bug and wanted more! Anyway my dad used to take ne into the wheatsheaf before each game. He was a bit of a regular there as he worked next door at Sunderland Busways. Some right chRacters in the wheatsheaf like! Here I was at 15 having 4 pints of exhibition before every home game!! No asking for ID in those days!! I still used to go for the under 16 turnstiles tho! (I was only 15!) as you can imagine I did have a bi of a stagger on!!! One day tho my dad grabbed me by the back of my shirt and hauled me into the adult line......"son" he said".... If you drink mens beer, you'll pay mens prices!!!!" might not be the best story but I always smile when I recall it! Miss him loads woul love to see a match with him now with the team we've got now! Don't know who his favourite player would be? Christ! It used to be John Mcphail!!!!

 

I'm sure your dad is still there watching with you mate.

 

Many years ago I had a Volvo and we had an away game at Bristol City, my son, his mate and me decided to go. A chap who used to stand next to us, it was still Roker park in those days, asked if he could join us so early Saturday morning we set off.

You could feel the excitement, scarfs flowing out of the windows, horn blasting if we saw maore red and whites.

We stopped on the way and had a brekfast at some services then continued on, looking forward to the game, then, on the M5 and not far from leaving to go into Bristol, we break down.

No idea what was wrong, before mobile phones, well certainly before the likes of me had one, so walk to find a phone and call the AA for help.

Back at the car we stood as one after the other busses and cars past with horns blearing watching 4 sorry looking supporters in red and white shirts, we didnt need the horns being hit.

Finally the AA man arrived and after an age got the car going, to late now for the game, nearly over. Turn round at next junction and drive back listening to the radio for updates.

Did we win, what was the score, no idea, all I remember was a bloody awful day out and being out of pocket. The man from Roker park never came with us again, we did get home first mind.

 

i weve licked enough of chelseas a_ _ _ s

 

thursday

 

My dad is an avid Sunderland supporter, and I grew up listening to stories of him in the terraces at the old roker park and the fans fighting on the rooftops after a derby match. He moved us to Australia when I was just four to give us a better life, and those stories and old Sunderland games on Betamax video were all that was needed to make me follow in his footsteps. I spent five years living in London just recently and got to every game I could, and my passion for the lads just grew and grew. The 2-2 at old trafford was definitely a highlight.

But my favorite game of all,the one I will always remember was last year, when I flew my dad back home to see his Ill twin brother. we got our hands on tickets to see the Man Utd match at home, and sitting next to my oldmanthat day, watching our first game together after 30 years of avid support was amazing. Bit girly and sentimental, but just thought id share......

 

Not girly at all mate, sentiment is a great thing and behind all of our bravado I think sentiment is what keeps us following our team.