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I've met some truly mad Sunderland supporters .....

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HarrogateMackem said:
Its funny I've heard different from fans of other clubs :lol: Not disagreeing with you necessarily or saying that we were some Millwall or anything but I've heard people I know talk about how Sunderland fans would give you a good kicking back in the day if you weren't careful (Its mostly Yorkshire fans I speak to who say this by the way)
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So what, you'd rather believe your fellow supporters or a bunch of Yorkshire ...... why is it 'funny', do you think people are lying?
 
Swindon Mackem said:
Gilly had a seat next to us in front row of the North stand during the early days of the SoL, a right character. He'd never be in the seat til at least 20 mins of the match had gone. You'd see him appear down the front of the South stand and slowly drag his arse round the front of the East stand til he finally got to his seat, usually rat-arsed and with gravy stains round his gob.
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I used to love his matchday bait. Usually a stottie or some bread (dry) a tin of fish or corned beef and one of them jellies that came in a box and had to dissolve in water and set in the fridge - still in the box of course! An hour or two after setting off he'd be asking anyone on the bus for a key to open his corned beef.:)

He was crackers. The lads would just subsidise him and share the bait, cans, tabs, owt. Not the first time we all hoyed ten bob or a pound in to get him into a game.:lol: For anyone who didn't knaa Gilly, if they remember the poster Skellatits on here, Gilly "tarked" how Skellatits typed la. Usually wore a string vest!
 
Mid 70's on those long distance trips leaving after the pubs shut on the friday night, we (Hebburn) used to share a bus with Jarra and there was a couple of brothers from Jarra would be on like chalk and cheese. One of them was a quiet lad, didnt seem as pissed as the rest of us but his brother, worked in the pits, was complete opposite, add alcohol instant psycho. One trip over night down to Bristol Rovers, usual stuff getting there about 8am finding somewhere for brekky then finding a pub that would open early for us. We got into this pub as soon as the doors were unbolted and the drinks were flowing and some Bristol folk came in. From nothing the place just erupted like a wild west saloon with glasses, tables, chairs flying round and windows crashing through. Turns out one of our lot (we suspect psycho brother) had goosed one of the barmaids arse and the locals took the hump. Police arrive and clear the pub so we're all put on a bus up to Eastville. Off the bus and walk towards the ground which happens to be the home end and as we're not quiet singing our Sunderland songs the locals welcome us with a hail of stones, many coming over the fence from inside the ground. Jarra psycho takes it on himself to launch a one man assault at their end, launching himself up the corrugated fence and tangling with the barbed wire round the top. He hauls himself up on top of the fence with his arms covered in blood off the wire, growls at the locals who just shit themselves and scattered back onto their terrace. I think we had a quiet night in Oxford on the way home and he was like the Tasmanian devil again there with the locals.
 
Monkey Hanger said:
Folk talk about the thrills of the championship away days. Dunno if I am alone in saying this, but one of my favourite and fun seasons was when we were in the old Div 3!
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Im a pessimist and looking at the financial situation we're in at the moment, I was already looking at what things would look like if we "did a wolves" and had back to back relegation.... or the plenty of other clubs who went down again over two or three seasons

Trips to the likes of Port Vale, Bury, Fleetwood, Rochdale - The undisputed big dogs of the division and hopefully winning football eventually... I prey it never happened's but if we did once again fall that low I would be making the most of the season thats for sure!
 
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Maximus said:
I used to love his matchday bait. Usually a stottie or some bread (dry) a tin of fish or corned beef and one of them jellies that came in a box and had to dissolve in water and set in the fridge - still in the box of course! An hour or two after setting off he'd be asking anyone on the bus for a key to open his corned beef.:)

He was crackers. The lads would just subsidise him and share the bait, cans, tabs, owt. Not the first time we all hoyed ten bob or a pound in to get him into a game.:lol: For anyone who didn't knaa Gilly, if they remember the poster Skellatits on here, Gilly "tarked" how Skellatits typed la. Usually wore a string vest!
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Did he stand at the front of the Roker end and play up to the lads in the Roker Wing seats chanting Rab C Nesbitt at him?
 
Swindon Mackem said:
Mid 70's on those long distance trips leaving after the pubs shut on the friday night, we (Hebburn) used to share a bus with Jarra and there was a couple of brothers from Jarra would be on like chalk and cheese. One of them was a quiet lad, didnt seem as pissed as the rest of us but his brother, worked in the pits, was complete opposite, add alcohol instant psycho. One trip over night down to Bristol Rovers, usual stuff getting there about 8am finding somewhere for brekky then finding a pub that would open early for us. We got into this pub as soon as the doors were unbolted and the drinks were flowing and some Bristol folk came in. From nothing the place just erupted like a wild west saloon with glasses, tables, chairs flying round and windows crashing through. Turns out one of our lot (we suspect psycho brother) had goosed one of the barmaids arse and the locals took the hump. Police arrive and clear the pub so we're all put on a bus up to Eastville. Off the bus and walk towards the ground which happens to be the home end and as we're not quiet singing our Sunderland songs the locals welcome us with a hail of stones, many coming over the fence from inside the ground. Jarra psycho takes it on himself to launch a one man assault at their end, launching himself up the corrugated fence and tangling with the barbed wire round the top. He hauls himself up on top of the fence with his arms covered in blood off the wire, growls at the locals who just shit themselves and scattered back onto their terrace. I think we had a quiet night in Oxford on the way home and he was like the Tasmanian devil again there with the locals.
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We were in that bar as well, called The Drawbridge. The Bristol lads were all Rugby blokes and carried a canny punch, as my fat lip proved.
 
Swindon Mackem said:
Mid 70's on those long distance trips leaving after the pubs shut on the friday night, we (Hebburn) used to share a bus with Jarra and there was a couple of brothers from Jarra would be on like chalk and cheese. One of them was a quiet lad, didnt seem as pissed as the rest of us but his brother, worked in the pits, was complete opposite, add alcohol instant psycho. One trip over night down to Bristol Rovers, usual stuff getting there about 8am finding somewhere for brekky then finding a pub that would open early for us. We got into this pub as soon as the doors were unbolted and the drinks were flowing and some Bristol folk came in. From nothing the place just erupted like a wild west saloon with glasses, tables, chairs flying round and windows crashing through. Turns out one of our lot (we suspect psycho brother) had goosed one of the barmaids arse and the locals took the hump. Police arrive and clear the pub so we're all put on a bus up to Eastville. Off the bus and walk towards the ground which happens to be the home end and as we're not quiet singing our Sunderland songs the locals welcome us with a hail of stones, many coming over the fence from inside the ground. Jarra psycho takes it on himself to launch a one man assault at their end, launching himself up the corrugated fence and tangling with the barbed wire round the top. He hauls himself up on top of the fence with his arms covered in blood off the wire, growls at the locals who just shit themselves and scattered back onto their terrace. I think we had a quiet night in Oxford on the way home and he was like the Tasmanian devil again there with the locals.
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Nice one mate .... glad to meet up at Southampton.

Come down here any time, you'd be very welcome ......
 
Met a fella from Shields on pre season. Travelled by himself and told his misses he was working in London for a few nights
 
Cochise 2 said:
We were in that bar as well, called The Drawbridge. The Bristol lads were all Rugby blokes and carried a canny punch, as my fat lip proved.
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One of the dodgiest places I visited was Eastville. Went on a soccer special train. Sat at a table on the train with two lads from South Shields. We played blackjack all the way down. We ended up having to buy their beers coswe took all their money off them.
Mind they were game lads as they had to be getting back to the train.
 
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Cochise 2 said:
We were in that bar as well, called The Drawbridge. The Bristol lads were all Rugby blokes and carried a canny punch, as my fat lip proved.
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I managed to get outside when the police arrived, still with my beer in my hand but took a glancing blow off the side of the napper off a flying ashtray as we'd stood on the seats by the windows.
 
Cochise 2 said:
Did he stand at the front of the Roker end and play up to the lads in the Roker Wing seats chanting Rab C Nesbitt at him?
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I only knew him from aways tbh mate. Although I finished up in the main stand Roker wing but in the paddocks as opposed to the "stompers" up aheight ;)
 
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