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

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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.
Blackpool brought a few about 74/75 when they were pushing for promotion. We beat them 2-1 then chased the fuckas into the sea after the match.
 
never mind books like , front line , zulu , headhunters , grumbbblleweeeds up the road with lies ,,we could write 99 books with true stories from here ....funny , ifffy times , total nutters , ect ect ,,,not bragging just telling truth becouse on here if you lie someone always was present and says other ,, never happend yet on this thread maybe us oldies know true crack win lose or draw on the pitch in the pub outside a ground funny or bad stuff say how it is and was ,,,, ,,,
 
Excellent stuff, had a pint with you on occasions then as used to pop in with my dad and brother for a bit craic with the Fellings lads.
Talking of Felling a skin from the real early days, Docker from Felling, me and him got lifted at Bristol away, first season down 69 before the game but were let out.
Never seen him since those days

Yes Neil Hunter, same age as me, in fact he was in my class, SAFC through and through. Always used to ask if I wanted to go away with him to the games.
I went to the same school as him anarl

Hylton Castle Vauxie?Jimmy,Jakey were from Seaham
Geordie Cole HC wasn't he?

He was also but so were the Cole brothers.
What about Anita?
I never connected any of the Cole lads with Seaham
 
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Blackpool brought a few about 74/75 when they were pushing for promotion. We beat them 2-1 then chased the fuckas into the sea after the match.
There were no more than a thousand rhs of RE as you faced pitch. We scuppered their promotion hopes even tho we were out of the running ourselves. Tony Towers:cool:
 
I went away with the Gateshead lads once. It was a mid week cup game at Man City.
We missed the kick off . I was sat at the front of the coach and got into an argument with the driver who didn't have a clue where he was going.
We could see the floodlights but he didn't know where he was going. Anyway we got there late and missed the kick off due to this Wanker of a bus driver. Btw I told him he was a Wanker.
Got to Maine Road, me and my mate, back of the Kippax, we asked a copper for the away turnstiles. He told us where to go, the place was deserted as everyone was inside. Anyway we paid in and went up the steps and over into the terracing.
Everyone was blue and white. We were red and white and black.
We were chased along the back of the Kippax and we ran towards our fans. We were kicked and punched and got to a big fence where the coppers shielded us they opened a door and led us into no man's land where they kicked Feck out of us.
They were going to arrest us but they let us in with our own fans.
Thank God.
I'm sure we drew 1-1 Shaun Elliott scored for us.
Great . Went back to the Gateshead bus and the driver wouldn't let me back on. He said if I got on he wasn't driving it.
Can anyone of you Gateshead lads remember that ?
Of course I offered to fight everyone and anyone you all shit yersels and the coach left without me.
So, Wednesday night about 10.15 pm marooned in Manxhester.
Just another away game.

Walking back to the bus after that Man City game just two of us we got followed by a mob of city .We decided to walk round the back of some houses to look like we lived there. The road petered out into a back garden, they followed. The lad I was with was about 6 ft four he vaulted the back fence, too late for me they were in the garden. Gis your sheepskin geordie. I bought it with my first months wages and borrowed my board money off me ma for the rest. Like fuck they were getting that. Brains decides to bray on the patio window of the house, the woman opened the upstairs window and threatened to call the police .I said yes please. My next brilliant move I picked up a half brick and stood right in front of the patio doors. They all picked bricks up, fuck me what now. Only one option try to get over the fence, threatening the City fans with my brick I took a run at the fence, over I went. Running for my life now and no idea where to go. Over a field then a fence, one of those barbed wire jobs that lean out at 45 degrees. Over that hands and legs cut to bits they stopped chasing after that, back over the other side of this huge fence. About 45 mins later I managed to get back to the bus, so relieved it was still there. I was one of several casualties. I loved that sheepskin, thought I was the bees knees. Gutted when I carried a car battery to a garage to get it tested and it leaked out my haversack and rotted the coat.
Another case in point for trouble used to just find you back then, no way we were looking for any chew.
 
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.
F.T.M.

was in not 1980, when we beat them 1-0 at Easter, I certainly happened across the aftermath outside the Wolsey one derby game and I think that might have been my first at home, bizarrely had already been to 2 at the landfill
 
Talking of Felling a skin from the real early days, Docker from Felling, me and him got lifted at Bristol away, first season down 69 before the game but were let out.
Never seen him since those days


I went to the same school as him anarl


Geordie Cole HC wasn't he?


What about Anita?
I never connected any of the Cole lads with Seaham
Yes Anita, I'm losing it a bit now but always thought the Cole brothers and Anita were from Seaham.Jimmy married a Red House girl Linda Lodge,her brother Malcolm passed away not long ago.

Yes Anita, I'm losing it a bit now but always thought the Cole brothers and Anita were from Seaham.Jimmy married a Red House girl Linda Lodge,her brother Malcolm passed away not long ago.
Anybody with any thoughts?
 
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.

Our bus used to park opposite the Wolseley on the seafront and we would go in for a pre match aperetife. The first time we played the mags at home guessing mid seventies, this must have been before your story, I could not beleive how many of them were in there. I also could not beleive that they did not get a hiding as I m sure that if the tables were reversed we would have got scudded through there. As far as I remember there was no bother in the pub itself that day but there were loads of them milling about Roker.
Stopped going in the Wolseley vskunks after that and went to boilermakers/barbry coast. Much better atmoshere . If your going in theRoker clap your hands. Another story.
 
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Yes Anita, I'm losing it a bit now but always thought the Cole brothers and Anita were from Seaham.Jimmy married a Red House girl Linda Lodge,her brother Malcolm passed away not long ago.


Anybody with any thoughts?
Sorry Jimmy's wife is Carol, Linda is her younger sister. Two lovely girls.Thats my lot it's too early to be on here.
 
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This thread reminded me of Dave Fair's and another daft story came to mind.

We'd been to Stoke, for a night match, and came out in the rain. We'd parked at the side of the ground and the car park took ages to empty. There was a knacker of a car with the bonnet up and a huge figure bending over it with the bonnet up.

Even though it was pissing down we took pity and went over to help. And there's Dave who'd driven over from Burton where he was working on the doors. He'd completely flattened the battery so we told him to get in and we'd push start him ...... after 15 minutes of pushing him round and round we gave up.

I went off, on a mission, and came back with a huge old hosepipe like the fire brigade use. We tied it on both cars and off we went, onto the main road, with the hose stretching then recoiling so Dave was jerking and swerving all over the road with no lights on.

We couldn't see a thing so just kept going, wondering if it would ever start ...... I looked at my mirror and there's Dave coming alongside laughing like a maniac and putting his thumbs up :lol:

All he had to do was flash his lights but that wasn't good enough for Dave ...... absolutely crackers.
 
Blackpool brought a few about 74/75 when they were pushing for promotion. We beat them 2-1 then chased the fuckas into the sea after the match.

Remember that, got a shock at the number of them as no one brought any up usually. On the beach they ran into the sea, some followed ( not me, didn't fancy the train back to Wakey in dripping clays). Can still see one of their big lads walking back towards us, having been in the watta over his waist, in tears, begging not to get a smack, offering his wallet. Iirc someone accepted his offer, helped him out the sea, only for someone else to give him a dig. & yes Sammy was there;)
 
Remember that, got a shock at the number of them as no one brought any up usually. On the beach they ran into the sea, some followed ( not me, didn't fancy the train back to Wakey in dripping clays). Can still see one of their big lads walking back towards us, having been in the watta over his waist, in tears, begging not to get a smack, offering his wallet. Iirc someone accepted his offer, helped him out the sea, only for someone else to give him a dig. & yes Sammy was there;)
I couldn't believe how many of them had waded out into the sea and into waist deep waves to get away from our nutters
 
I often wonder what it would of happened if all these lads got to together when we did travel in the early days . As I would travel with a group of 7 - 8 lads regular from Peterlee and on the big games closer to home 15-20 but apart from Sheff utd when Elvis had just died I can never remember squading up and that just happened by chance as 3 bus loads pulled into a car park at the same time over the road to a building site and all hell broke loose and we never took a back step once all day
 
I often wonder what it would of happened if all these lads got to together when we did travel in the early days . As I would travel with a group of 7 - 8 lads regular from Peterlee and on the big games closer to home 15-20 but apart from Sheff utd when Elvis had just died I can never remember squading up and that just happened by chance as 3 bus loads pulled into a car park at the same time over the road to a building site and all hell broke loose and we never took a back step once all day

To be fair you've answered your own question.
 
I often wonder what it would of happened if all these lads got to together when we did travel in the early days . As I would travel with a group of 7 - 8 lads regular from Peterlee and on the big games closer to home 15-20 but apart from Sheff utd when Elvis had just died I can never remember squading up and that just happened by chance as 3 bus loads pulled into a car park at the same time over the road to a building site and all hell broke loose and we never took a back step once all day

Imagine some of our biggest turnouts turning really nasty, say Man City, Villa, Cardiff, Swindon, Wrexham etc. Everyone on our bus was pissed as a rat from morning till night. Even 3-4 busses all together take some stopping if everyone gets narked. It seemed most other SAFC were of the same mindset. Great feeling sat watching bus after bus roll in with lads hanging out of windows singing and carrying on. All them lot get together and its history for the opposition. Been to sixty odd different grounds over 45 years following SAFC and never been in any organised bother . Quite a few times I would have liked to.
 
Reading these posts has dusted off a few memories from my 58yo memory.
Used to travel with the Iron Horse bus ( Fat man Smithsons Coaches)leave at midnight Friday no matter where we played.
Norwich, trouble in a pub, cops turfed everyone out leaving their police van with the door open, handbrake off and a shove. Don't know what it eventually crashed into to but it made a hell of a noise. Also Norwich stolen moped in the aisle of the bus back to Shields.
Luton in the 70s got in the pub when it opened for a quite pint, a couple of the biggest blackist locals playing pool. It didn't take long before trouble started it must have been 10 onto these 2 and even then it was close! Cops turned up and dragged us all out but the pub manager intervened so they took the 2 locals.
Surprised no one has mentioned the Titt bar Nottingham riot, the stripper got punched, till and tab machine robbed.
Always enjoyed a trip to Forest, never uneventful!
A mate of a mate used to own a mini bus, didn't drink or like football, really quite but took us all over and used to tag along. We where in Liverpool late 70s pub was packed but no hint of bother, all of a sudden he jumped up a laid out this bloke going around selling newspapers, we had to drag him off screaming like fuck and kicking this unconscious man. Place went deadly silent until the pub manager told us all to leave for our own good, turns out the newspaper was some IRA/Sinn Fein fundraiser and this was an Irish Catholic pub. Never found out what had happened to him for such a reaction.
 
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