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Originally Posted by cassandra
Cracking posts lads and lasses, I'm chuffed to bits reading through so many moving and eloquent testimonies on the real meaning of the game. Take a bow each and every one of you.
IIRC it was Shack that mentioned feeling the spirits of the thousands that had stood on the Roker terraces over the years, how they must be smiling now.
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It comes from a story my granda told me.
He took me to my first ever match - I was only about 5 or 6. When the team ran out the noise from the crowd frightened the life out of me and made me cry.
I asked him why it was so loud and he told me it was 'The Famous Roker Roar - made up from the voices of the living people present and the ghostly voices of all the men that loved Sunderland so much, that even after they died, they still came back to cheer on The Lads.'
He always was a silly old sod, but spookily enough, I often thought I felt him beside me at the match - even after he had passed away.