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

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Esh said:
Canny spot that mate. Funny how you can remember daft things from years ago!
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JTF said: ↑
Cardiff 1980:

"Sheff Wed and Sunderland both brought 10,000 fans to Ninian Park, more of them than us, When they invaded our pitch at the end of the games, there was nothing we could do, they well and truly outnumbered us"

"I remember the Sunderland fans being up in arms in 1980 when they arrived at NP [about 10,000] the admission prices for away fans had been increased overnight."

"Sunderland had about 2-300 outside the Wells, most city fans were wearing white butchers jackets and dm’s, city got run all over riverside that day I remember it well !"

"I took a bit of pasting outside being cheeky to a load of Sunderland, now I'm big mates with them. They tried to fight Cardiff on the bottom of the Bob Bank and they took a right hammering off Cardiff, that was the only place that Cardiff managed to hold in the ground."

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I could never expect anyone who wasn't around in the late sixties seventys etc to ever understand what it was like to travel away in those days, going with mates, meeting new mates, the togetherness of a big turn out, the sound of your support all game long,the anticipation, the sometimes worry, we were a travelling army going to conquer another town and yes it sometimes became a bit hairy but that added to it.For youngish boys it was an adventure to follow your team and talk about it at work or down the town on the following Friday and the next home game. For me it was my life for many years until I started to get pissed off with the performances as I got older and more cynical but as a boy the results didn't really bother me.
 
Cardiff 1980 brings back some memories young and daft.Four car loads from Peterlee don't think anyone had passed their test know I didn't.Most in fancy dress two nazi uniforms and two gorrilas in my car what a day the Welsh police didn't see the funny side brother was arrested for the uniform 240 pound fine at the time was a lot of money.Its the daftest things that stick in the memory couldn't even remember the score but remember the laughs
 
Reiver said:
No one has said that either .......
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i aint ashamed of my past bar one or two bad moments yeh i got caught up in it all at times yeh i took a bit stick as a teeny following older lads around getting into scraps ect yeh i suppose i was a bit of a lad 70s 80 90s but never a thug i did it all for the badge and my mates and would do it all again if i was younger .... i was never an out and out so called hooligan but what is a hooligan ,all i done was sing for my team drink with the lads stood as one against any bad boys yeh at times i seen red mist v mags yeh at times i regret a few moments v mags but i was never a bully i was never big enough .. ive drank and laughed with many many opposing fans bar them up the road the [ mag daft lads i mean ] millwall , boro , stoke , burnley ,everton , derby , notts county , dundee, villa , st johnston , west ham , ive mates at all these clubs and still a wanted man in nuuurcastle even at my age from happenings years ago with them . ive said how i was and am today many on here know me i was just young and followed the older lads as many 1000s have done over the years ,,it was my way of growing up in football a sort of protect your mates and badge thing a laugh that sometimes turned nasty ... sunderland fans have a reputation for drink , singing , travel in numbers anywhere, no fear of going into home pubs why should anyone , and if needed look after ourselves thats us i recon and that was me just one of many sland fans .
 
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Reiver said:
I'm not being cross questioned by the likes of you when you're obviously trying to derail the thread again :rolleyes:

Just post your 'proof' about faux incredulity, people saying there were no Sunderland hooligans and me being a hooligan and starting trouble in the Kop.

When you've done all that I'll respond.
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Why are you even giving this #### the time of day man ????
 
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Janitor said:
In fits of laughter reading some posts on this tedious attention seeking thread. In my experience anyone related to football hooliganism are sewer rats like little cowards - can imagine this Reiver fella running about with his pot little belly and chav like tattoos, seriously grow up. If you're supposed hard men get yourselves in the ring lets see if you can get past an authoritative jab. Bunch of clowns.
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And you sir are an attention seeking clown.
Nobody claiming to be hard.
If you weren't part of it you wont understand, possibly it's you who needs to grow up

Shuggy said:
Picture this :
Saturday morning of home game around 1970
Men's shop in Crowtree Rd (?)
"do you have a Ben Sherman Green/white check 15.5" collar?"
Let me have a look she says...........unfortunately not ....only the brown or blue
"nah it was a green & white one I was wanting"
Oh she says.........we do have a 16" in green and white and they tend to be a tighter fit !!!!!!!
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I'm picturing and see the shop they had one in Holmeside as well, the owners 2 sons were ginger nuts, f***ing hell man im thinking hard here, was just up from Greenwoods, was it Hodgsons?
 
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Vauxie said:
And you sir are an attention seeking clown.
Nobody claiming to be hard.
If you weren't part of it you wont understand, possibly it's you who needs to grow up


I'm picturing and see the shop they had one in Holmeside as well, the owners 2 sons were ginger nuts, f***ing hell man im thinking hard here, was just up from Greenwoods, was it Hodgsons?
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Aye Hodgson's . That ginger wife wouldn't let you our until you'd bought owt . :lol:
 
Vauxie said:
And you sir are an attention seeking clown.
Nobody claiming to be hard.
If you weren't part of it you wont understand, possibly it's you who needs to grow up


I'm picturing and see the shop they had one in Holmeside as well, the owners 2 sons were ginger nuts, f***ing hell man im thinking hard here, was just up from Greenwoods, was it Hodgsons?
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Hodgson's is correct .Their original shop was in Crowtree Rd.though and it was a good few years before they ended up on Holmside.

There is or was three sons , Spoors , Colin and Dennis iirc.

Between them they owned a few clothes shops in town .

Everyone always mentions their mother , a saleswoman of old who tried her best never to let you leave without buying anything.
 
The Falcon said:
I could never expect anyone who wasn't around in the late sixties seventys etc to ever understand what it was like to travel away in those days, going with mates, meeting new mates, the togetherness of a big turn out, the sound of your support all game long,the anticipation, the sometimes worry, we were a travelling army going to conquer another town and yes it sometimes became a bit hairy but that added to it.For youngish boys it was an adventure to follow your team and talk about it at work or down the town on the following Friday and the next home game. For me it was my life for many years until I started to get pissed off with the performances as I got older and more cynical but as a boy the results didn't really bother me.
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When I first started going there were loads like me, 16/17 year old's let loose from home in a pit village for the first time and just getting a taste for a pint.

Travel was something we knew little of except for an annual trip to Cullercoats or Whitley Bay and that was with your parents where you'd be checked 100 times a day and get wrong a dozen.

The first time I ever went to London, Wales, the NW, Carlisle, Plymouth, etc, was following Sunderland ...... it was crazy and exciting.

Anyone under 30, or even 40, must read some of these posts, regard the posters as barbarians and think they're nothing like them. And, in many ways, they are nothing like them ...... these were days before satnavs & mobile phones, you really had to stick together otherwise you could easily lose your mates and be stranded overnight.

You'd stand out like sore thumbs, on those days, because people from different parts of the country were 'more different' than they are now. These days people, from all over the country, are more similar ..... there's no youth culture or fashion and people are used to mixing with each other on foreign holidays, work, etc.

In the 'old days' it was definitely more tribal as you rarely met Cockneys or Scousers or 'sheep shaggers' unless it was match day. Sunderland lads would go to various places and be confronted with people who were almost like aliens.

Add all that together with the chance to have a good drink and it could be explosive ...... just how it was.
 
Reiver said:
When I first started going there were loads like me, 16/17 year old's let loose from home in a pit village for the first time and just getting a taste for a pint.

Travel was something we knew little of except for an annual trip to Cullercoats or Whitley Bay and that was with your parents where you'd be checked 100 times a day and get wrong a dozen.

The first time I ever went to London, Wales, the NW, Carlisle, Plymouth, etc, was following Sunderland ...... it was crazy and exciting.

Anyone under 30, or even 40, must read some of these posts, regard the posters as barbarians and think they're nothing like them. And, in many ways, they are nothing like them ...... these were days before satnavs & mobile phones, you really had to stick together otherwise you could easily lose your mates and be stranded overnight.

You'd stand out like sore thumbs, on those days, because people from different parts of the country were 'more different' than they are now. These days people, from all over the country, are more similar ..... there's no youth culture or fashion and people are used to mixing with each other on foreign holidays, work, etc.

In the 'old days' it was definitely more tribal as you rarely met Cockneys or Scousers or 'sheep shaggers' unless it was match day. Sunderland lads would go to various places and be confronted with people who were almost like aliens.

Add all that together with the chance to have a good drink and it could be explosive ...... just how it was.
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I remember wearing my first pair of "Skinners" in Easington, prob around ,73, I'd bought them in Wakey. Had the piss ripped out summink awful but a few months later they were everywhere. Your spot on, fashion came from London generally & it took time to move North ;)
 
Wakey ftm in Sussex said:
I remember wearing my first pair of "Skinners" in Easington, prob around ,73, I'd bought them in Wakey. Had the piss ripped out summink awful but a few months later they were everywhere. Your spot on, fashion came from London generally & it took time to move North ;)
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I believe skinners came from North West thought Liverpool/Manchester could be wrang like
 
Spenny said:
That same game someone in the Roker had lost a Rider boot with a sharp hard leather sole. It was constantly getting flung between us and the mags. We’d be watching the match then bang, some poor twat took a direct hit. Him and the boot would be picked up and a circle made so that the returnee could take a bit of a run thus launching it back with maximum velocity. We had one eye on the pitch the other on the sky. After the goal and losing my teeth I had to get first aid to stem the bleeding. I did not know it but the only station was under the Roker on the far side of the mags half? Well done Sunderland Council.

When I got to the gate in the wall the coppers opened it and just pushed me through, the mags could not believe their luck. Just conceded against us and I am thrown in wearing a Sunderland shirt. Two coppers ran over and whisked me across and in to the hut sharpish then left. There was me and old St Johns woman with a young lass to assist as well as a mag sparked out on a bed with a bandage around his head. Clearly a victim of the Rider boot.

The old girl could not do much so just gave me some gauze to bite on and said I could go. Where? Word had spread and around two hundred had gathered outside awaiting my return, I was totally fucked. The old girl sent the bairn to get the police. Whilst she was away another mag turned up, another gashed head requiring stitches. This raised my spirits a little.

The bairn came back with a copper, he looked at me and got straight on the radio, the situation outside was clearly bad. Eventually eight arrived, we walked out to a roar of pure hate. They formed a tight circle around me, drew truncheons and pushed in to the masses of unwashed. I took a few digs and was covered in spit and piss but made it back to the wall and through the gate ok. The police did a great job to be fair.

Lesson learnt, I never bothered with first aid again.[/QUOTE]
Good post , takes me back to the Derbies at Roker Park.
That last line is a classic.
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Wakey ftm in Sussex said:
I remember wearing my first pair of "Skinners" in Easington, prob around ,73, I'd bought them in Wakey. Had the piss ripped out summink awful but a few months later they were everywhere. Your spot on, fashion came from London generally & it took time to move North ;)
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We were generally 2 years behind fashion wise up here .
 
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