Hard to believe it's nearly twenty year ago. The era I turned 16, the era I found booze & lasses, the era of the 1990 world cup & the Poll Tax riots. I refer to of course the play off semi in 1990. As a kid this summer was fuckin mental. I remember having two lasses in me room with me mate but listening to the match on the radio and a cassette player blasting out Happy MOndays & Stone Roses. I remember us battering them 2-0 , the lasses were irrelevant, I remember been at Roker for the second leg. I then remember the humiliation of of the coach back after Wembley and the Swindon fans celebrating. I remember the words of Des Lynam a few weeks later, probably in a world cup build up show, 'we are just hearing Sunderland will be promoted instead of Swindon'. After this news on a warm summers day, I remember me & my mate heading for the local park and perching ourselves on the climbing frame, joined very soon by more marras on their BMX's. For one moment that park climbing frame became a small part of Roker Park as 6 or 7 lads sang their hearts out to the bemusment of dog walkers. 20 years ago, fuckin hell:- http://www.angelfire.com/ga2/records/ftm90.html ...anecdoate re: Williams. I realised years later that in 1990 I went on holiday (me first with a mate and his mother & sister). Met a lad named Robert from Stoke, drank cheap (must have been bought by an elder) cider on the beach and by the end of it he was Robbie (after Robbie Earle) & I was Marco (aftEr !), we both drove a mark 2 escort, this was the chat up line formed for then rest of the holiday Stupidly on the 1st day I got hitched up with a bird, he ended up shagging the bird I really wanted, all ended in him getting twatted in front of the bouncers in the nightclub area of 'cayton bay' Scarborough uttering the words 'I might be a , but just were lasses are concerned'