Family memories at Roker.

[jonboy]

Originally Posted by LBW

My Dads been cracking on with Heavens greatest football legends for 10 years now, and ive been sitting here in an emotional state with a few cans of export ( my old mans tipple ) and thinking of the games I used to go to with him.
He once turned to me in the Roker End against Grimsby during a midweek game and said Son ive stood here and laughed, ive stood here and cried, ive stood here and swore ill never come back, but I mean what I say this time, if that Twat behind us doesnt stop booing Im going to squeeze every last breath out of the Bastard.
He never even turned around to see who it was that was booing, it didnt happen again for the rest of the match and when we walked out he turned to my uncle and said what a pile of shite Ken we are in trouble this season.
I couldnt stop smiling all the way home, Mad as a Hatter my dad.
RIP Dad 10 years tonight think of you everyday.

Can't match that mate, my dad stopped going to Roker before i started to support the lads, he said football was never the same since teams started playing without wingers. (Alf Ramseys fault apparently)

Anyhow could i fuck get him to go back to Roker Park for a first team game, then one night he i got him over there for a reserve team match against Liverpool, he took one look around the ground and turned to me and said, 'Where the hell has the Roker End gone son'? I swear he had a tear in his eye, it was about half the size he could remember it.