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

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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.
 

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.

As I've said before we were absolutely clueless living in the East Midlands.

We didn't have the Echo, didn't have Tyne Tees and there was no Internet.

We'd drive down to Plymouth or Exeter expecting to see a handful of Sunderland and there would be loads.

Week after week there would be great turnouts and it was wonderful .... then we'd go to Roker and there would be a couple of hundred under the scoreboard.

Made us proud of our support ..... these days you're insulted, called 'Uber' and sneered at.
 
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.
babbs good kid met him few times 80s at kx and london bridge rail clubs through railways ..he talked about us saying the truth to me ( roker was hell to many back lanes ) he was sound to me cos of cricket ..
 
As I've said before we were absolutely clueless living in the East Midlands.

We didn't have the Echo, didn't have Tyne Tees and there was no Internet.

We'd drive down to Plymouth or Exeter expecting to see a handful of Sunderland and there would be loads.

Week after week there would be great turnouts and it was wonderful .... then we'd go to Roker and there would be a couple of hundred under the scoreboard.

Made us proud of our support ..... these days you're insulted, called 'Uber' and sneered at.
I know we hardly played in the top tier during the 70s, but that season when we did 76/77, some of the away followings from big city clubs were embarrassing.
Arsenal 2-2 joke, Man City 0-1 joke, Villa 0-1 joke, etc etc.
Not even Liverpool or Everton showed up.
Mags Good Friday 2-2 - 12k ish, Man Utd 4k and thats about it. Boro couldn't even muster a thousand, and the few hundred that came in to the 'RE just before kick off got swamped.

its there in red n white plain taaa seee leeek ...i wasnt always fat n baldy so huh huh
Billy D could play cricket ?:eek:
 
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I know we hardly played in the top tier during the 70s, but that season when we did 76/77, some of the away followings from big city clubs were embarrassing.
Arsenal 2-2 joke, Man City 0-1 joke, Villa 0-1 joke, etc etc.
Not even Liverpool or Everton showed up.
Mags Good Friday 2-2 - 12k ish, Man Utd 4k and thats about it. Boro couldn't even muster a thousand, and the few hundred that came in to the 'RE just before kick off got swamped.


Billy D could play cricket ?:eek:
i naa wee it is man wearmoooooths fasty to me dibbly dobbly billy xx reeet ...:rolleyes::D mates faaaevvvaaa
 
stag do at stoke away mid-eighties thirty of wheatley hill/ thornleys finest ,travelled down in two old transits ,arrive outside the victoria ground 11;00 straight into nearest boozer aptly named the victoria .
us dozy twats didnt realise this was one of stokes main pubs 2 oclock the pub goes up pint glasss flying all over pool balls the lot . next through door was two police dogs ragging anything near to them, me and my mates jumps on the pool table out the way of the dogs .could not believe my eyes next through the door was a copper on horse back (old style pub doors went from floor to ceiling about 12ft tall) the coppers were going to lock all of us up ,but fair play to the landord he told the coppers it was stoke who had kicked it off .
 
babbs good kid met him few times 80s at kx and london bridge rail clubs through railways ..he talked about us saying the truth to me ( roker was hell to many back lanes ) he was sound to me cos of cricket ..

My brother in law Taffy now a regular following Sunderland when we are in London ran with Babbs and his Chelsea mob back in them days, often talks about that match at Roker Park and confirms it was far from a draw

its there in red n white plain taaa seee leeek ...i wasnt always fat n baldy so huh huh

Me and you both pal LOL

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i naa wee it is man wearmoooooths fasty to me dibbly dobbly billy xx reeet ...:rolleyes::D mates faaaevvvaaa

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stag do at stoke away mid-eighties thirty of wheatley hill/ thornleys finest ,travelled down in two old transits ,arrive outside the victoria ground 11;00 straight into nearest boozer aptly named the victoria .
us dozy twats didnt realise this was one of stokes main pubs 2 oclock the pub goes up pint glasss flying all over pool balls the lot . next through door was two police dogs ragging anything near to them, me and my mates jumps on the pool table out the way of the dogs .could not believe my eyes next through the door was a copper on horse back (old style pub doors went from floor to ceiling about 12ft tall) the coppers were going to lock all of us up ,but fair play to the landord he told the coppers it was stoke who had kicked it off .

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I posted that same story on here ages ago and was condemned as a liar ...... do a search and you'll find it.

We brought a Transit van load from Mansfield, including Robin Connelly and his brother Tommy, and went drinking in the Victoria.

When the police horse and dogs came in Robin took his chance and smashed in the fag machine.

We found him outside with his jeans pockets full of change and his jumper stuffed with fag packets :lol:
 
What a cracking read, been following this thread for a few days now. As a 25 year old lad from Peterlee, we often hear the stories that used to happen on Frankies bus from the older lads. Gutted to have missed out on them days.

Any stories on sunderland vs sunderland back in the day, sure i have heard of a few tales of the village lads having it with the townies??

Showed a few of the older peterlee lads some of the photos in the thread, safe to say they enjoyed seeing the photos. Keep it up lads, far better then flicking through facebook seeing what some f*cker is having for dinner.
 
Late 79 I think, Alan Brown was leading our attack, we left the North East at midnight in an old estate car. We had breakfast in Neath, six of us.
Got into Swansea early. Went into the first pub we found open it was in the centre, very respectable. We were joined by about six lads from South Shields. We just sat at one end of the pub cracking on minding our own business.
I had been sat with my back to the pub and went to the bar. I noticed a lot of boyyos around the bar. I was kicked by a big skinhead who muttered the immortal words " I'm gonna give you such a f***ing kicking boyyo"
I went back to,the lads and remember saying "don't let the glass collector take any glasses or bottles we might need them".
Straight away a bottle or glass smashed against the wall behind us. We had been sat in this pub minding our own business. We hadn't sung or shouted we didn't even know the Shields lads. This is an example to those who,think we must have looked for trouble how trouble found you whether you liked it or not.
I turned round and we were confronted by about 40 or 50 Swansea lads. The only exit from this pub was behind them.AsI took this in we were bombarded by bottles and glasses. Seriously two of us were hit by glasses.
Someone shouted pick up the tables and we did we picked up three tables and ran at them hiding behind the tables. We wanted to get out.
Some of us ended up rolling around on the floor fighting for our lives as bottles were being used by the Welshies. It was scary. I was on the deck with a lad trying to put a bottle in my face.
It was everyone for himself, I knew some of the lads had managed to get out or they would have been helping me. I got out by vaulting the bar and getting out via a fire exit( I could do it then !)
I met up with the lads in the ground and all,of us had injuries. We lost as usual.
At the end of the game our fans went left for the coaches, we had to go right or vice versa, anyway we got chased by a group of Welshies. We got near the car park where our old estate car was parked and me and and a mate stopped at a building site and lobbed building bricks at the chasing shithouses. I was the last one into the car literally diving into the back seat like Sean Connery as it took off. Well more like Dumbo the elephant.
Happy Days. The night in Worsester was good anarl.
 
What a cracking thread ........ keep it up lads, far better then flicking through facebook seeing what some f*cker is having for dinner.

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Late 79 I think, Alan Brown was leading our attack, we left the North East at midnight in an old estate car. We had breakfast in Neath, six of us.
Got into Swansea early. Went into the first pub we found open it was in the centre, very respectable. We were joined by about six lads from South Shields. We just sat at one end of the pub cracking on minding our own business.
I had been sat with my back to the pub and went to the bar. I noticed a lot of boyyos around the bar. I was kicked by a big skinhead who muttered the immortal words " I'm gonna give you such a f***ing kicking boyyo"
I went back to,the lads and remember saying "don't let the glass collector take any glasses or bottles we might need them".
Straight away a bottle or glass smashed against the wall behind us. We had been sat in this pub minding our own business. We hadn't sung or shouted we didn't even know the Shields lads. This is an example to those who,think we must have looked for trouble how trouble found you whether you liked it or not.
I turned round and we were confronted by about 40 or 50 Swansea lads. The only exit from this pub was behind them.AsI took this in we were bombarded by bottles and glasses. Seriously two of us were hit by glasses.
Someone shouted pick up the tables and we did we picked up three tables and ran at them hiding behind the tables. We wanted to get out.
Some of us ended up rolling around on the floor fighting for our lives as bottles were being used by the Welshies. It was scary. I was on the deck with a lad trying to put a bottle in my face.
It was everyone for himself, I knew some of the lads had managed to get out or they would have been helping me. I got out by vaulting the bar and getting out via a fire exit( I could do it then !)
I met up with the lads in the ground and all,of us had injuries. We lost as usual.
At the end of the game our fans went left for the coaches, we had to go right or vice versa, anyway we got chased by a group of Welshies. We got near the car park where our old estate car was parked and me and and a mate stopped at a building site and lobbed building bricks at the chasing shithouses. I was the last one into the car literally diving into the back seat like Sean Connery as it took off. Well more like Dumbo the elephant.
Happy Days. The night in Worsester was good anarl.

Probably the same match, Vetch Field and lost 1-0.

We found ourselves in a bar near the ground that gradually filled up with Frankie's minibus and loads of Swansea who were looking for us.

One of them was at the bar when Frank was ordering and took the piss out of his voice.

No kidding, he wiped out half a dozen before we managed to get to our feet to help him.
 
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I posted that same story on here ages ago and was condemned as a liar ...... do a search and you'll find it.

We brought a Transit van load from Mansfield, including Robin Connelly and his brother Tommy, and went drinking in the Victoria.

When the police horse and dogs came in Robin took his chance and smashed in the fag machine.

We found him outside with his jeans pockets full of change and his jumper stuffed with fag packets :lol:
oatcake the stoke forumn its mentioned on one of there threads
 
Late 70's I' e mentioned this before. The only time I travelled with the Gateshead lot. iI'm sure we drank in the boilermakers club before getting on the coach to Manchester.
Night match Wednesday cup match v City.
I was at at the front of the bus and got into an argument with the driver
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Probably the same match, Vetch Field and lost 1-0.

We found ourselves in a bar near the ground that gradually filled up with Frankie's minibus and loads of Swansea who were looking for us.

One of them was at the bar when Frank was ordering and took the piss out of his voice.

No kidding, he wiped out half a dozen before we managed to get to our feet to help him.
late 78 or early 79 we lost 3-1.
 
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Probably the same match, Vetch Field and lost 1-0.

We found ourselves in a bar near the ground that gradually filled up with Frankie's minibus and loads of Swansea who were looking for us.

One of them was at the bar when Frank was ordering and took the piss out of his voice.

No kidding, he wiped out half a dozen before we managed to get to our feet to help him.


We were in a town centre bar in Swansea before the match and Frankies lot were in as well, might have been the same day.

About 2.30 a fight started and it all spilled into the street outside. Police arrived and Frankie was locked up.

He told us later that they threw him into a cell and he was sitting face to face with the Swansea lad who he'd been fighting with.

So he said 'you, yer twat' and battered him again.

Police were going to keep him in till midnight, so Frankie told them he had all the bus money and the bus wouldn't leave Swansea without him, meaning his lads would be in town all night. They let him out at 4.30pm.
 
friday night leaving high street 12 was the norm for most away games south of watford on sats ..gateshead bus was noted for long away days we paid a bit extra to stay late ...once local mags turned on us in chineeeezzz takaway one game as we were getting on bus in fact a few times it would go up same mags the bensham lot ...hell on one night went to far i seen two brothers wacking each other from felling . my late bro bri hutch one night shoved a whole chineezzzzz meal in a mag called paul wrights face he was a bully but that night he got foo yoooonged by wor kid who wasnt even going to game brighton i think wrighter never botherd me again ..i could tell lots like coches 2 on gateshead red n whites n gateshead mags most got on but so did a few not get on ..
 
...hell on one night went to far i seen two brothers wacking each other from felling . my late bro bri hutch one night shoved a whole chineezzzzz meal in a mag called paul wrights face he was a bully but that night he got foo yoooonged by wor kid who wasnt even going to game brighton i think wrighter never botherd me again ..i could tell lots like coches 2 on gateshead red n whites n gateshead mags most got on but so did a few not get on ..

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