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

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Although I'd like to see a book , you've made a very good point about folk either wanting or not wanting to commit memories to paper , but the more I think about it , the suggested book has a minuscule potential market , to be fair the only people who'd want to buy it are possibly the contributors and a small amount of Sunderland fans and that's probably it.

I cannot see a widespread interest outside of this local area , I'd like to be proved wrong mind.
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Aye Hodgson's . That ginger wife wouldn't let you our until you'd bought owt . :lol:
Would you like to put a deposit down and we'll have your size in by Wednesday?
 
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Mr.J would go down a treat on your bus mate. Life and soul of the party. He ' s just a bit envious as he appears to have no crack and fewer mates.



I did think I was the dogs in my skinners like. Looking back they were ridiculous, what a clip I looked.
Nah skinners and flemings N.West.
Easington f***ing hell velvet suits and wedgies have just hit there,the Beatles are still No 1 in the charts

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Would you like to put a deposit down and we'll have your size in by Wednesday?
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Thats them and the great saleswoman was their mam

I left the NE more than 40 years ago and I have carried that memory of going in the shop and her trying to persuade me to buy an oversized shirt because that particular colour was a tighter fit than other colours.
Oversized = 0.5" collar !!!! Nee flappy shirts then ...........and while I'm at it ...........did anyone polish their DM's by using a flaming hot spoon to massage the boot polish in ?
 
I used to go up to Sunderland for clothes at one point, it was a boutique in the same street as Ttonic is now but opposite side of road and nearer the railway station, used to buy South Sea Bubble cardigans from there and Pod shoes from round the corner.
Of course this was a few years later on, I had long hair but short on the top, boot boy look, God I was handsome.
 
I used to go up to Sunderland for clothes at one point, it was a boutique in the same street as Ttonic is now but opposite side of road and nearer the railway station, used to buy South Sea Bubble cardigans from there and Pod shoes from round the corner.
Of course this was a few years later on, I had long hair but short on the top, boot boy look, God I was handsome.

I got my pods and kickers from Bronx, on the corner of Crowtree Road and Maritime Terrace. Tiny shop with a spiral staircase for the staff to get more stock from upstairs. Must have had the best part of half a dozen pairs of each over the years.
 
I got my pods and kickers from Bronx, on the corner of Crowtree Road and Maritime Terrace. Tiny shop with a spiral staircase for the staff to get more stock from upstairs. Must have had the best part of half a dozen pairs of each over the years.
Sounds about right, it was on a corner, I don't know the street names. Always preferred the Pods to the Kickers, thought they were a bit puffy and I was no puff, believe me;)
 
Sounds about right, it was on a corner, I don't know the street names. Always preferred the Pods to the Kickers, thought they were a bit puffy and I was no puff, believe me;)
Red Kicker boots for from there, got loadsa flange when I wore them anawl. :)
 
How you dressed to well lead up to you getting sussed and getting a leathering if you wandered far from your own crowd or went the game on your bill
 
Aye and we knew no different, it was all a laugh with ya mates. Half the chew we got was cos the local fanny were interested in the new meat and the local lads wanted to knock ya blocks off.
In Seaham it was the same in the different estate pubs never mind leaving for another town.
Harbour lads, Deneside, Parkside, Dawdon and top enders all knew if we went to the wrong pub depending who was who there'd likely be chew. But you knew it and still went, it didn't last forever and most end up mates at some point through work and lads that knew each other but mainly just growing up and out of it. But to be fair the thread isn't really about fighting as such it's about blokes ya met and us scruffy fuckas through here have an abundance of characters. But I can't be arsed to harp on anymore. :D
Went to a party in Seaham one night with one or two mentioned on here, the drink ran out so five or six of us walked up the street to the pub on the main road. The Kestrel, we were in five minutes then the local hairies came bursting in how we got out without serious injury I'll never know. Cuts and bruises was all we
Got , needless to say I never went back.

Red Kicker boots for from there, got loadsa flange when I wore them anawl. :)
Always had Martens ox blood, never wore monkey boots .

Went to a party in Seaham one night with one or two mentioned on here, the drink ran out so five or six of us walked up the street to the pub on the main road. The Kestrel, we were in five minutes then the local hairies came bursting in how we got out without serious injury I'll never know. Cuts and bruises was all we
Got , needless to say I never went back.


Always had Martens ox blood, never wore monkey boots .

She wouldn't let you leave the club for less than £40 million .
Saw her in Louis not to long back,she was the lifeblood of the business

Thats them and the great saleswoman was their mam
They had Victoria and Albert too.
 
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I left the NE more than 40 years ago and I have carried that memory of going in the shop and her trying to persuade me to buy an oversized shirt because that particular colour was a tighter fit than other colours.
Oversized = 0.5" collar !!!! Nee flappy shirts then ...........and while I'm at it ...........did anyone polish their DM's by using a flaming hot spoon to massage the boot polish in ?



Used to use Ox blood polish on mine , occasionally used to get my tin of humbrol model paint out and paint the stitching around the soles with white enamel .

Used a hot knife to smooth the lines off around the sole , don't ask me why.
 
Went to a party in Seaham one night with one or two mentioned on here, the drink ran out so five or six of us walked up the street to the pub on the main road. The Kestrel, we were in five minutes then the local hairies came bursting in how we got out without serious injury I'll never know. Cuts and bruises was all we
Got , needless to say I never went back.


Always had Martens ox blood, never wore monkey boots .




Saw her in Louis not to long back,she was the lifeblood of the business


They had Victoria and Albert too.
Can ya remember who was having the party, I knew a few lads down the Station Road area with kips?
I can only apologise on behalf of our knackers for their behaviour. ;)
 
Used to use Ox blood polish on mine , occasionally used to get my tin of humbrol model paint out and paint the stitching around the soles with white enamel .

Used a hot knife to smooth the lines off around the sole , don't ask me why.
I flogged my Chopper bike to get my first pair of Martens . £10 they cost . f***ing outrageous price they were . :neutral:
 
I flogged my Chopper bike to get my first pair of Martens . £10 they cost . f***ing outrageous price they were . :neutral:



First pair for me were a pair of black DM's without stitching , but leather lined inside as well bought for £5.25 from Bullocks at the Nook in SS.
Ex Police issue if I'm not mistaken.

Second pair were traditional oxblood with white stitching around the sole , bought from the Co-op on High St for £4.99 , used to get deliveries every Wednesday iirc and the queue was down the stairs.

All bought with money saved from my paper round.

Got stopped from wearing them at school and got my mother to buy me a pair of DM shoes .

Happy days.
 
First pair for me were a pair of black DM's without stitching , but leather lined inside as well bought for £5.25 from Bullocks at the Nook in SS.
Ex Police issue if I'm not mistaken.

Second pair were traditional oxblood with white stitching around the sole , bought from the Co-op on High St for £4.99 , used to get deliveries every Wednesday iirc and the queue was down the stairs.

All bought with money saved from my paper round.

Got stopped from wearing them at school and got my mother to buy me a pair of DM shoes .

Happy days.
I got the oxblood with the yellow stitching around the sole . Air wair tags on the back . :cool:
 
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.

Exactly this Reiver mate. My knowledge of the country went no further than places with a footy team or Scarborough, and by fuck was it an adventure at times. The Cardiff game back in 1980 was a laugh. I think every nutter in Sunderland went for the day out. Lads who never went to the match were piling on the national express coaches to go there. All the ammo being hoyed over the concrete fence at the back of the stand for everyone to pelt about. The hot dog stand. The coppers taking all sorts off us going into the ground. Me mate had a spark plug took off him which he kept in the peak of his flat cap. The daft fucker went to ask for it back at the end and got a good old whack off the copper for doing so:lol: That fence at the front was getting pulled down and the coppers were braying the real youngins at the front with their truncheons. We were all the same as youngins, and we all went along for a bit of a laugh, but we did look so different to each other depending where we came from. The miners strike was the first time I realized that there were places in the country that didn't have a footy team. I took that as being well travelled.
 
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