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

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This is a wild question but something that's always intrigued me.

We were at Birmingham for a league match, in the 90's I believe, and the atmosphere was as dodgy as ever.

@Pedro thought it would be really funny to go in the 'Zulu pub', at the bottom of the hill. For some reason we always ended up in pubs like the Peacock at Leeds, the Blue House at Everton or the Boleyn at West Ham ....... how we didnt get filled in I've absolutely no idea.

Anyway, we were coming out of the away end, after the game, and there was just a mesh fence between the two 'sides'.
I remember Frankie had one of his grandkids on his shoulders but was still ranting at the Birmingham supporters where we're spitting at us etc.

We came out onto the street and it was mayhem ...... no police and Birmingham lashing out at anyone who was Sunderland. One lad, about 17, was attacked, and we found out later in the Echo that he'd had his jaw broken amongst other injuries. I've always felt bad for not helping but we were completely outnumbered.

We went back down the hill to the little car park we were at and jumped in the car praying we'd get out before we were sussed. And this is the point of all this ...... as we were queuing to get out 2 Sunderland lads appeared who looked like twins but definitely brothers. They were broad and tough looking with jeans and denim jackets. They had blond curly hair and taches, as they were waiting for the Zulus to arrive they were putting on black leather gloves. I'd never seen them before and never since but wondered who the hell they were.

We left the car park before anything started but they were happily chatting and obviously waiting for Birmingham to arrive.

I've never seen anything gets so terrifyingly laughable in my life ....... does anyone know who they were?
 
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air asia said:
Going back to the original topic a character has just popped into my head who definitely fits the bill.....Rod from Shotton Colliery. Exhibit A.....we were walking back to The Fort for a few post-match pints back in the Roker Park days. Rod spots a massive dead seagull lying in the gutter which he grabs and tucks under his arm and heads off to the pub. We get settled in, get the beers in and then someone asks where Rod is. He is nowhere to be seen. A bit later there is a commotion at the bar and there is Rod, completely naked apart from the dead seagull which he was wearing in the style of one of those russian hats. The best thing about it though was the reaction of the barmaid who, with a look of disgust, said 'oh god, not you again'!!!
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he supports brighton i recon
 
Reiver said:
This is a wild question but something that's always intrigued me.

We were at Birmingham for a league match, in the 90's I believe, and the atmosphere was as dodgy as ever.

@Pedro thought it would be really funny to go in the 'Zulu pub', at the bottom of the hill. For some reason we always ended up in pubs like the Peacock at Leeds, the Blue House at Everton or the Boleyn at West Ham ....... how we didnt get filled in I've absolutely no idea.

Anyway, we were coming out of the away end, after the game, and there was just a mesh fence between the two 'sides'.
I remember Frankie had one of his grandkids on his shoulders but was still ranting at the Birmingham supporters where we're spitting at us etc.

We came out onto the street and it was mayhem ...... no police and Birmingham lashing out at anyone who was Sunderland. One lad, about 17, was attacked, and we found out later in the Echo that he'd had his jaw broken amongst other injuries. I've always felt bad for not helping but we were completely outnumbered.

We went back down the hill to the little car park we were at and jumped in the car praying we'd get out before we were sussed. And this is the point of all this ...... as we were queuing to get out 2 Sunderland lads appeared who looked like twins but definitely brothers. They were broad and tough looking with jeans and denim jackets. They had blond curly hair and taches, as they were waiting for the Zulus to arrive they were putting on black leather gloves. I'd never seen them before and never since but wondered who the hell they were.

We left the car park before anything started but they were happily chatting and obviously waiting for Birmingham to arrive.

I've never seen anything gets so terrifyingly laughable in my life ....... does anyone know who they were?
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Was it not the professionals doing some location work..... please !!
 
The Nookside said:
Was it not the professionals doing some location work..... please !!
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:lol:

It was absolutely freaky mate!

There were 5 of us, big lads with a few miles on the clock, and we were shitting it.

These lads were just chit chatting like they were waiting to pick up their lass from the hairdressers ;)
 
Reiver said:
This is a wild question but something that's always intrigued me.

We were at Birmingham for a league match, in the 90's I believe, and the atmosphere was as dodgy as ever.

@Pedro thought it would be really funny to go in the 'Zulu pub', at the bottom of the hill. For some reason we always ended up in pubs like the Peacock at Leeds, the Blue House at Everton or the Boleyn at West Ham ....... how we didnt get filled in I've absolutely no idea.

Anyway, we were coming out of the away end, after the game, and there was just a mesh fence between the two 'sides'.
I remember Frankie had one of his grandkids on his shoulders but was still ranting at the Birmingham supporters where we're spitting at us etc.

We came out onto the street and it was mayhem ...... no police and Birmingham lashing out at anyone who was Sunderland. One lad, about 17, was attacked, and we found out later in the Echo that he'd had his jaw broken amongst other injuries. I've always felt bad for not helping but we were completely outnumbered.

We went back down the hill to the little car park we were at and jumped in the car praying we'd get out before we were sussed. And this is the point of all this ...... as we were queuing to get out 2 Sunderland lads appeared who looked like twins but definitely brothers. They were broad and tough looking with jeans and denim jackets. They had blond curly hair and taches, as they were waiting for the Zulus to arrive they were putting on black leather gloves. I'd never seen them before and never since but wondered who the hell they were.

We left the car park before anything started but they were happily chatting and obviously waiting for Birmingham to arrive.

I've never seen anything gets so terrifyingly laughable in my life ....... does anyone know who they were?
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I was there and it was f***ing disgusting. The Brum fans punched a Sunderland fan who was walking along with his two bairns. They were hitting loads of Sunderland fans for no reason and we didn't seem to have any lads down there. First and only time I've seen mass attacks for no reason on Sunderland fans. I've hated them blue fuckers ever since
 
manilla said:
Can anybody remember in the 70s early 80s apart from the mugs and that time Man U were saying they were bringing 20+ thousand and they brought 4-5 thousand other clubs bringing numbers like we used to take away . Thinking back now I just cannot recall anybody including boro coming up . I think everybody I knew travelled and I can remember we used to swamp places like Blackburn hull stoke burnley York the Sheffield clubs and Leeds . East durham had minimum of 2 buses to most away games Frankie's and select
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Well obviously Chelsea did that first game. We were in the Fulwell quite early and the shout went up that Chelsea were coming in. We went to the back of the Fulwell and that street was full, completely full of them with a big flag at the front. They had been relegated from the First Division and just thought they would take the pish.
Scary TBH everyone, that is about 100 of us ran down the steps to the turnstiles and battered the cockneys who were thrown out by the coppers. There were only about 20 of them.
Everyone knows about the carry on in the Roker End and bravo to our ladsbut ten minutes before the end of the game the Fulwell emptied and everyone went to the Roker End.
I was stood by a gate at the Main Stand side and it opened unexpectedly and all of a sudden I had Marvin Hagler running at me. Black, bald head the closest I had ever been to a Chelsea fan or an American middleweight boxer. Later my mates told me he looked more like the lead singer from Hot Chocolate, cheeky bassas.
I smacked him a beauty which buckled him up and others seen to him.
We just got stuck into them as they came out of the gate. They ran back in before the polis stopped it.Word got round that we were gonna give them a send off on the way back to Seaburn Station.
We joined up with lads we didn't know and just kept running into them all the way back to the station. We would just come up a side street and get into them. This lot were telling everyone they were the boys. By the time they got back to the station they were beaten.
 
T_Bone said:
Well obviously Chelsea did that first game. We were in the Fulwell quite early and the shout went up that Chelsea were coming in. We went to the back of the Fulwell and that street was full, completely full of them with a big flag at the front. They had been relegated from the First Division and just thought they would take the pish.
Scary TBH everyone, that is about 100 of us ran down the steps to the turnstiles and battered the cockneys who were thrown out by the coppers. There were only about 20 of them.
Everyone knows about the carry on in the Roker End and bravo to our ladsbut ten minutes before the end of the game the Fulwell emptied and everyone went to the Roker End.
I was stood by a gate at the Main Stand side and it opened unexpectedly and all of a sudden I had Marvin Hagler running at me. Black, bald head the closest I had ever been to a Chelsea fan or an American middleweight boxer. Later my mates told me he looked more like the lead singer from Hot Chocolate, cheeky bassas.
I smacked him a beauty which buckled him up and others seen to him.
We just got stuck into them as they came out of the gate. They ran back in before the polis stopped it.Word got round that we were gonna give them a send off on the way back to Seaburn Station.
We joined up with lads we didn't know and just kept running into them all the way back to the station. We would just come up a side street and get into them. This lot were telling everyone they were the boys. By the time they got back to the station they were beaten.
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T_Bone said:
Well obviously Chelsea did that first game. We were in the Fulwell quite early and the shout went up that Chelsea were coming in. We went to the back of the Fulwell and that street was full, completely full of them with a big flag at the front. They had been relegated from the First Division and just thought they would take the pish.
Scary TBH everyone, that is about 100 of us ran down the steps to the turnstiles and battered the cockneys who were thrown out by the coppers. There were only about 20 of them.
Everyone knows about the carry on in the Roker End and bravo to our ladsbut ten minutes before the end of the game the Fulwell emptied and everyone went to the Roker End.
I was stood by a gate at the Main Stand side and it opened unexpectedly and all of a sudden I had Marvin Hagler running at me. Black, bald head the closest I had ever been to a Chelsea fan or an American middleweight boxer. Later my mates told me he looked more like the lead singer from Hot Chocolate, cheeky bassas.
I smacked him a beauty which buckled him up and others seen to him.
We just got stuck into them as they came out of the gate. They ran back in before the polis stopped it.Word got round that we were gonna give them a send off on the way back to Seaburn Station.
We joined up with lads we didn't know and just kept running into them all the way back to the station. We would just come up a side street and get into them. This lot were telling everyone they were the boys. By the time they got back to the station they were beaten.
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The return fixture Sunderland took hardly anyone down there and there was hell on?
Same season?
 
magcatcherhutch said:
i was a semi pro cricketer those days should have worn my box got a reet kick in the knackers off a west indian bouncer pardon the pun but i did my nuts went from mini marbals to rugby balls in minutes ,,,good night though mate we were just on piss nearest town on way home ,, the whole of barnsley turned on us i went to q e hospital on the sunday morning ane their was deka , davey det , getting stitches and a cast on his wrist , remember that hill to the coaches we walked up it backwards as the locals followed us , if it were not for cod , kevin , aggers , ackie , butch , i recon it was our time that night 80 0f us on a night out then a local called kevin fatty . that i do remember well ....
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Semi pro cricketer my ass not when I was running in and trying to knock your heed off ;)
 
T_Bone said:
Well obviously Chelsea did that first game. We were in the Fulwell quite early and the shout went up that Chelsea were coming in. We went to the back of the Fulwell and that street was full, completely full of them with a big flag at the front. They had been relegated from the First Division and just thought they would take the pish.
Scary TBH everyone, that is about 100 of us ran down the steps to the turnstiles and battered the cockneys who were thrown out by the coppers. There were only about 20 of them.
Everyone knows about the carry on in the Roker End and bravo to our ladsbut ten minutes before the end of the game the Fulwell emptied and everyone went to the Roker End.
I was stood by a gate at the Main Stand side and it opened unexpectedly and all of a sudden I had Marvin Hagler running at me. Black, bald head the closest I had ever been to a Chelsea fan or an American middleweight boxer. Later my mates told me he looked more like the lead singer from Hot Chocolate, cheeky bassas.
I smacked him a beauty which buckled him up and others seen to him.
We just got stuck into them as they came out of the gate. They ran back in before the polis stopped it.Word got round that we were gonna give them a send off on the way back to Seaburn Station.
We joined up with lads we didn't know and just kept running into them all the way back to the station. We would just come up a side street and get into them. This lot were telling everyone they were the boys. By the time they got back to the station they were beaten.
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In a lengthy chapter entitled 'Malice in Sunderland' in their 'Hoolifan' book about the above events, they reckoned it was a draw!
 
Another home escapade. Dunno they year, late 70's home game v mags. About 15 of us went up and got in the Wolseley at opening time. Got a pint and there were about 10 other lads in when after about 15 minutes the door opened and in poured a load of mags. A coach had dropped them off over the road.
The atmosphere was wierd. There was silence at first. They queued up for their pints and we weighed up the numbers. They said Feck all, neither did we.
They started to make themselves comfortable and started to take their seats when one of my mates just got up said nowt, walked over to them and started punching anything that moved. Obviously we backed him up and the whole room went up. Wild West scenes.
Tables, glasses mirrors smashed, one of theirs started throwing pool balls. This made things worse we went berserk. They got outside and it carried on on the pavement till they fecked off. A few of them didn't want trouble and they were left alone but the ones who did got it, especially the big lad with the number 9 on the back of his black and white shirt.
Obviously we had to leave quickly. We went to the Supporters club and ended up getting to Roker late. We were walking down to the Fulwell behind the main stand when a group of about 40 mags ca e through the parked cars walking towards the Roker End. This was in the area of the old ticket office. The matched had kicked off and it kicked off right there. We were outnumbered and saw them when they were about 40 yards away, no one said owt but we knew what was gonna happen. We just ran at them fighting around the cars. I saw some of their lot laid out. We ran towards the Fulwell, they ran towards the Roker End. One of our lads needed to go to hospital the next day.
We didn t know anyone from the town, although I am sure reading this thread I've probably drank with or stood with plenty of you just never got to know names.
This is an example of us taking the initiative, but it was in response to an earlier visit to Sid James when we were given grief.
F.T.M.
 
manilla said:
Can anybody remember in the 70s early 80s apart from the mugs and that time Man U were saying they were bringing 20+ thousand and they brought 4-5 thousand other clubs bringing numbers like we used to take away . Thinking back now I just cannot recall anybody including boro coming up . I think everybody I knew travelled and I can remember we used to swamp places like Blackburn hull stoke burnley York the Sheffield clubs and Leeds . East durham had minimum of 2 buses to most away games Frankie's and select
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Asked the same question a while back.
Cant recall many big turnouts in 70s at all to RP.
Mags of course.
Chelsea in 74 or 75 about 2000 in RE.
West Ham and the sit down game had 700 max and Spurs when they got turned on to the pitch 77 only had 500ish.
Leeds normally turn out but Dec 76 there was a poor show from them.
Boro ha! Not in 70s or 80s.
Sheff Wed had a few hundred 74-75 when we cuffed them there nowt.
Never "got" how we could take thousands all over country, yet so few came to RP.
 
T_Bone said:
Another home escapade. Dunno they year, late 70's home game v mags. About 15 of us went up and got in the Wolseley at opening time. Got a pint and there were about 10 other lads in when after about 15 minutes the door opened and in poured a load of mags. A coach had dropped them off over the road.
The atmosphere was wierd. There was silence at first. They queued up for their pints and we weighed up the numbers. They said Feck all, neither did we.
They started to make themselves comfortable and started to take their seats when one of my mates just got up said nowt, walked over to them and started punching anything that moved. Obviously we backed him up and the whole room went up. Wild West scenes.
Tables, glasses mirrors smashed, one of theirs started throwing pool balls. This made things worse we went berserk. They got outside and it carried on on the pavement till they fecked off. A few of them didn't want trouble and they were left alone but the ones who did got it, especially the big lad with the number 9 on the back of his black and white shirt.
Obviously we had to leave quickly. We went to the Supporters club and ended up getting to Roker late. We were walking down to the Fulwell behind the main stand when a group of about 40 mags ca e through the parked cars walking towards the Roker End. This was in the area of the old ticket office. The matched had kicked off and it kicked off right there. We were outnumbered and saw them when they were about 40 yards away, no one said owt but we knew what was gonna happen. We just ran at them fighting around the cars. I saw some of their lot laid out. We ran towards the Fulwell, they ran towards the Roker End. One of our lads needed to go to hospital the next day.
We didn t know anyone from the town, although I am sure reading this thread I've probably drank with or stood with plenty of you just never got to know names.
This is an example of us taking the initiative, but it was in response to an earlier visit to Sid James when we were given grief.
F.T.M.
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In the early 90s we were walking down Roker avenue just after Dutton Forshaws had been flattened. We were playing the Mags. I was with my mate and his dad.
There was a gang of about 30 walking towards us and one of them called my mates dad a mackem wanker and my mates dad give him a clip. The lads were Mags as far as we were aware but the ones who spoke had Durham accents.
Next thing we knew about 30 onto 30 throwing the remains of the garage at each other.
 
buster said:
Early 70's they had loads of blokes amongst them not just lads , be in no doubt that they were a right handful at RP in that era , over here early on , something we never did as far as I can remember .

As stated on the battle of bath lane , we went through late on and mobbed up by chance rather than design , as others have mentioned that was the day the tide started to turn.
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Poster on here @JTF posted a newspaper clipping a while back from a derby in the early 70s at their place that described trouble in the Haymarket as a contingent of Sunderland skins had went through and into a bar before the match and wouldn't budge.

Cracking thread to all you contributors, keep it up I'm thoroughly enjoying reading it whenever there's a new reply.
 
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