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

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People go on about Millwall and Spurs but some of the worst days were at places like Bristol, Oxford, Wrexham, etc.
Scunthorpe away FA Cup 2nd round in 87 - third division season was unexpected - getting locked in that boozer and pelted with pool balls, cues and everything else. Even spilled onto the terraces later on. Most of that season had been a walk in the park through sheer weight of numbers.
 
Nice meeting you too marra, will have to catch up with a beer at a match soon
I'll be at Bournemouth mate ;)

Away to bed now though ........ great thread lads, full of humour and decent stories.

Way better than tree hugging threads making up 'facts' about our finances ffs :rolleyes:
 
Scunthorpe away FA Cup 2nd round in 87 - third division season was unexpected - getting locked in that boozer and pelted with pool balls, cues and everything else. Even spilled onto the terraces later on. Most of that season had been a walk in the park through sheer weight of numbers.

That pub was like a war zone when Scumthorpe turned up with a load of Leeds in tow.

Only get trouble if you go looking for it?

Fuck off, there were loads of ordinary supporters trapped in there ...... it was only when we went outside to have a go that the missiles stopped.
 
That pub was like a war zone when Scumthorpe turned up with a load of Leeds in town.

Only get trouble if you go looking for it?

Fuck off, there were loads of ordinary supporters trapped in there ...... it was only when we went outside to have a go that the missiles stopped.
You can't do things like that, you mean protect your own ? No Way.
Posters like Cridge, Royal 8er and Billy Two Sheds don't like it.
 
used to drive one of these, if I remember rightly,



"The Bear" was the nickname given to my Headteacher at Houghton Grammar. Probably the same bloke!
Defo not the same bloke, unless he worked the busses on the weekend

Anyone remember Haggis from Houghton? When we were kids (about 9 or 10 ) late 1960 we would travel to the match on the Number 14 from South Hetton. We all believed he lived in the toilets in Houghton bus station and would be shit scared he would get on the bus. Was only about 2 or 3 years older than us. About 60 now!:oops::oops::cry:
Sure Haggis lived in Mautland Square ( May have been thinking of Belly though), but sure he died 15+ years ago
 
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Anyone remember Haggis from Houghton? When we were kids (about 9 or 10 ) late 1960 we would travel to the match on the Number 14 from South Hetton. We all believed he lived in the toilets in Houghton bus station and would be shit scared he would get on the bus. Was only about 2 or 3 years older than us. About 60 now!:oops::oops::cry:

Yeah he was like Mongo out of Blazing Saddles only without the horse.
 
Scunthorpe away FA Cup 2nd round in 87 - third division season was unexpected - getting locked in that boozer and pelted with pool balls, cues and everything else. Even spilled onto the terraces later on. Most of that season had been a walk in the park through sheer weight of numbers.
We got ambushed at Preston that season ,all Stanley lads in there pub The Deepdale ,Dirty Bristow was even there
 
....... and struggling to think of the craziest.

Is it Mag Catcher who answered a Friday night plea, on RTG, to collect 2 tickets for the away FA Cup match at Bolton from a stranger, pay for them and deliver them to another complete stranger ...... not only that but he met us, insisted on buying us a pint and wouldn't let us pay him extra for driving to Whitley Bay late on a Friday night.

Or was it a lad we met at Southampton on Wednesday who travelled down with his dad and was staying overnight ....... not only that but he's down for the Bournemouth weekend with some kids who he takes when their dad's can't make it.

Was it the 2 'hippies' from Cumbria who rescued us from a pasting at Bristol City and used to find it hilarious to get us plastered in the Continental knowing we couldn't drive home and would end up sleeping 5 to a car at the back of the Boilermakers.

No, despite their claims, and those of hundreds more over 40 years, there's only one who can truly claim the crown ....... some of them were daft or ridiculously fanatical but this lad was actually clinically insane. He travelled with us for a couple of seasons although there have been many who've come and gone, some totally forgotten and some who only lasted 1 game before being asked to make alternative arrangements.

But this lad never annoyed us enough or failed to cough up the petrol money or swerved his round in the pub ..... in fact he rarely spoke in the car and was picked up near Newark railway station, he never told us anything about himself or allowed us to collect us from his home.

After two seasons, in the 1980s, he vanished and we never saw him again. When we discussed him latet we all thought one of the others knew who he was and had invited him ........ we realised we didn't even know his name!!!!!

We'd only ever called him by the nickname he'd earned, The Scuttler.

That came from his habit of vanishing as soon as we parked up then meeting back up in the ground at some point with bloodied knuckles saying, "Scuttled a few of them Cockney/Scouse/Mag/ etc bastards." :eek:

He never invited us on his escapades, never mentioned them again or expected any praise, comments or recognition

I've no idea what happened to him or why he stopped going. I've asked the other lads, who travelled with us, and they've no idea either ...... just one of those daft lads who pass like ships in the night who've we've all met over the years.

When I was at West Ham & Southampton I bumped into loads of the old faces and it set me thinking, hence this post ........ so haway, cast yer minds back and post some of the characters you've met over the years and, if you don't like the thread or the poster, just pass on by .....
 
....... and struggling to think of the craziest.

Is it Mag Catcher who answered a Friday night plea, on RTG, to collect 2 tickets for the away FA Cup match at Bolton from a stranger, pay for them and deliver them to another complete stranger ...... not only that but he met us, insisted on buying us a pint and wouldn't let us pay him extra for driving to Whitley Bay late on a Friday night.

Or was it a lad we met at Southampton on Wednesday who travelled down with his dad and was staying overnight ....... not only that but he's down for the Bournemouth weekend with some kids who he takes when their dad's can't make it.

Was it the 2 'hippies' from Cumbria who rescued us from a pasting at Bristol City and used to find it hilarious to get us plastered in the Continental knowing we couldn't drive home and would end up sleeping 5 to a car at the back of the Boilermakers.

No, despite their claims, and those of hundreds more over 40 years, there's only one who can truly claim the crown ....... some of them were daft or ridiculously fanatical but this lad was actually clinically insane. He travelled with us for a couple of seasons although there have been many who've come and gone, some totally forgotten and some who only lasted 1 game before being asked to make alternative arrangements.

But this lad never annoyed us enough or failed to cough up the petrol money or swerved his round in the pub ..... in fact he rarely spoke in the car and was picked up near Newark railway station, he never told us anything about himself or allowed us to collect us from his home.

After two seasons, in the 1980s, he vanished and we never saw him again. When we discussed him latet we all thought one of the others knew who he was and had invited him ........ we realised we didn't even know his name!!!!!

We'd only ever called him by the nickname he'd earned, The Scuttler.

That came from his habit of vanishing as soon as we parked up then meeting back up in the ground at some point with bloodied knuckles saying, "Scuttled a few of them Cockney/Scouse/Mag/ etc bastards." :eek:

He never invited us on his escapades, never mentioned them again or expected any praise, comments or recognition

I've no idea what happened to him or why he stopped going. I've asked the other lads, who travelled with us, and they've no idea either ...... just one of those daft lads who pass like ships in the night who've we've all met over the years.

When I was at West Ham & Southampton I bumped into loads of the old faces and it set me thinking, hence this post ........ so haway, cast yer minds back and post some of the characters you've met over the years and, if you don't like the thread or the poster, just pass on by .....

Riv....you are the craziest I've met:lol:...but that's a long story..especially the walsall pub little accident.....buy me beer at Bournmouth and i'll tell you all the tales
To answer a few others i read...
The Bear....met him first at Durham Athletics, He was hoying the shot, he came to me and Paul Stangrem, the about 6 2 and shot hoyer as well, and threw shot in air and nutted it....just to prove he was harder I guess...next saw him in the Upper deck , I was with eddie Emms , skin head, from The Ra, didn't know he had a mag badge on his Harrington , but The Bear saw it ...he followed me into toilet and was up for starting but recognised me from shot hoying and he and his mates allowed me to take the mag out without harm ....sometimes you are lucky..met him many times at match after , lunatic of course ...
the Scorpion Head ...was in Harbour View , night match , toilets crammed , standing pissing when someone behing burts door in and pushed me outta way and I pissed down leg , turned around to front the fker and give him a clout but kept looking up and up and up and then saw the fkers heed with the scorion's , by now he was saying he;d just got out of Durham ( jail I think not the Uni ) and was "borsting"...decided the better part of valour was to go back and sup another beer
A mate in whitburn club told me after some weeks after he was on plane with their lass to spain when 4 Mags in tops caused bother , nutting some old guy who asked them to stop swearing with his wife and kids around ..they then laid out the stewardess, ....the rest came down plane to try to cuff them ...but one huge bloke with scorpions on his head , stopped them , and went hiself , and knocked them all out ...one still unconscious when taken off plane by poliss,,he was bought booze all the way to Malaga ...never seen the Scorpion heed since ....
happy days ....

All right mate ...... we're just off to Tintagel castle, pint?
Sorry , pressed tit too early , not used to this now and lying in beed......Pint for sure ,,,whats yr plans ..give me a bell ....
 
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