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

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There's something I don't really understand on the forum tbh.

Some troll comes on a thread, like this, and calls people an 'internet warrior' because of their stories.

They go on to insult people and say things they'd never dare say in real life.

Surely it's them who are the internet warriors because they'll only ever confront someone on the internet.

Any suggestion of allowing them to insult you in person has them screaming for the Mods.

Back to my post re life in the seventies, its the same principle, if you can t stand the concequences STOP f***ing WORKING YOURSELF. Especially amongst our own fans, give or take several black and white bastardswho get on here.

The bas****ds from Blackhall were led by Tagsy but with Condor ( Davie Condron RIP) part of the legion. both entered the field of play at the landfill in the playoff and enjoyed some overnight hospitality from Northumbria's finest. They both got a taste for it as they went back lots of times for more.
We were going into the Rink one Saturday night with the Wingate lot and Condor was turned back at the door as he was dressed "inappropriately" .......he had trainers on.
Twenty minutes later he joined us at the bar " how the fuck did you get in?"
" I cowped the Hot Dog Man" !!!!!!!!!
He'd done a deal with the guy from the burger van parked outside and swapped shoes for 3 hours!!!!!!!
The pub had those imitation swords and shields on the wall ,well you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know what happened as one of the buses was the Peterlee Pirates and one group of blokes calling themselves the bast###s from Blackhall Colliery sung to the tune of chim chim Cher-ee ,never seen as many budding Errol Flynns in my life. The lad who was on the pitch to try and take the penna was CID from Suddick . Remember Dave Watson coming on the pitch to try and get the Sunderland fans to stop kicking the crap out of each other .canny day like

Same thing happened in a pub at Leeds circa late seventies. We got in dead on opening time, dodged apolice escort the pub filled up then the swords came out. The landlord did us a favour serving us early on, felt sorry for him but it was hilarious. Errol FLynn rules ok.
 
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Just caught up with the last half of this thread, brilliant stuff. I'm only young (ish) so don't have much to add, but I recall a long haired fella (looked like Lemmy) chasing about 15 Reading lads after a night game there circa 2004 at the station.I'm eternally grateful for that mad bastard as me and my mate were 15 at the time and it looked like we were gonna get our heads stoved in.
 
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Brilliant mate .... what a day that was, I doubt we'll ever see the likes of it again.

Reiver said:

"Great turnout though ..... we had a right laugh in the Shrimpers Bar before the match."


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The match was nothing compared to the entertainment shown by a fella who had climbed up a tv gantry which swayed wobbled shook all ways, good job we won by 1 goal to nil it couldn't have stood much more movement, The trip home was one of the funniest by far. Imagine a minibus decked in red and white and big ftm letters painted on the backdoors which big Dave f had spent all the previous day decking out. His new wheels for family and takin us east Midlands lads to the match. He didn't account for Riv being rat parsed and in a devilish mood. The side door had a slide window which Riv decided to exit and surf the bus while we were doin 60 down the carriageway. Back then Riv had some beef and was a stocky buggy. Half way out of window therubber seal came away leaving Riv hang in out with a whole window section around the waist. He couldn't get back in and couldn't move on to the top. Big Dave F was doin his nut we were aching with laughter. Dave tries to throw him by swerving. We laughed louder Riv hung on Dave got angrier. Not sure what the people at services thought when Dave screeched in. You had to be there.

(Copied & pasted but refers to Dave Fairs who a few on here know.)
Think bloke up mast was Dinky from Jarra. Can`t remember too much about that match but know he was there and it was a party trick. Dinky was definitely up the floodlights , shirt off, at Bury when we won promotion/league.We were on pitch digging bits up to plant next to my Roker Park bit in garden and Eddy spotted the mad fker up the lights. Another great night.I took two bottles of champagne in Bury end with fower glasses and supped, offered Bury lads some and the Poliss.Try that now ffs..Haven't seen Dinky for years..if he is on this thread ?,get in touch mate...remember when Beardsley, came over to apologise to me in Quayside pub for an incident when Dinky had Ginola by throat as he had thrown a French hissy at Dinky telling him how shite he was..Ginola wouldn't`stop coming back over and asking Dinky to` respect him `and the` Lads `were gonna put our Gallic cousin through window .He was dragged out by Barton I think....Lads from Frontline. Old NME mags and Glasgow btw stuck behind their mad workmate and Ginola acted the twat that night....all on works night out ! Beardsley absolute gentleman mind , nee beauty queen, but gentleman ..Dinky is not....;)
 
Notts County away, probably 86ish. Mini bus of us from Concord, some right characters.

We went drinking in the bar at the County Cricket ground, a lad called big davey (about 6 foot 8 and over 30 stone) gets to the bar and orders "4 pints of lager and a pint of snakey"

"sorry we don't serve snakebite" said the barmaid
"what the fuckin hell for?"
"some blokes were drinking snakebite in here a few months ago and caused a load of trouble so it's banned"
"if they had been eating beefy crisps, would you have banned f***ing beefy crisps?" :lol:

A pause....

Davey then says, "right, can I have 4 pints of lager, a half of lager and a half of cider please"
"I'm not putting the halfs in the same glass"
"I fuckin didn't ask you too"

He then proceeded to drink with a half in each hand, took a gobful of each, mixed it in his mouth and swallowed with a theatrical shake of his head and an "aaaahhhhhh lovely". Think we had about 10 pints, Davey had 20 halfs :D

Absolutely f***ing priceless. Going to the match in those days was absolutely f***ing brilliant
 
Notts County away, probably 86ish. Mini bus of us from Concord, some right characters.

We went drinking in the bar at the County Cricket ground, a lad called big davey (about 6 foot 8 and over 30 stone) gets to the bar and orders "4 pints of lager and a pint of snakey"

"sorry we don't serve snakebite" said the barmaid
"what the fuckin hell for?"
"some blokes were drinking snakebite in here a few months ago and caused a load of trouble so it's banned"
"if they had been eating beefy crisps, would you have banned f***ing beefy crisps?" :lol:

A pause....

Davey then says, "right, can I have 4 pints of lager, a half of lager and a half of cider please"
"I'm not putting the halfs in the same glass"
"I fuckin didn't ask you too"

He then proceeded to drink with a half in each hand, took a gobful of each, mixed it in his mouth and swallowed with a theatrical shake of his head and an "aaaahhhhhh lovely". Think we had about 10 pints, Davey had 20 halfs :D

Absolutely f***ing priceless. Going to the match in those days was absolutely f***ing brilliant

I laugh my tits off at these stories

Like a a monumental session with me
 
Notts County away, probably 86ish. Mini bus of us from Concord, some right characters.

We went drinking in the bar at the County Cricket ground, a lad called big davey (about 6 foot 8 and over 30 stone) gets to the bar and orders "4 pints of lager and a pint of snakey"

"sorry we don't serve snakebite" said the barmaid
"what the fuckin hell for?"
"some blokes were drinking snakebite in here a few months ago and caused a load of trouble so it's banned"
"if they had been eating beefy crisps, would you have banned f***ing beefy crisps?" :lol:

A pause....

Davey then says, "right, can I have 4 pints of lager, a half of lager and a half of cider please"
"I'm not putting the halfs in the same glass"
"I fuckin didn't ask you too"

He then proceeded to drink with a half in each hand, took a gobful of each, mixed it in his mouth and swallowed with a theatrical shake of his head and an "aaaahhhhhh lovely". Think we had about 10 pints, Davey had 20 halfs :D

Absolutely f***ing priceless. Going to the match in those days was absolutely f***ing brilliant
Same Davey who's had the football club and the wheatsheaf?
 
Think bloke up mast was Dinky from Jarra. Can`t remember too much about that match but know he was there and it was a party trick. Dinky was definitely up the floodlights , shirt off, at Bury when we won promotion/league.We were on pitch digging bits up to plant next to my Roker Park bit in garden and Eddy spotted the mad fker up the lights. Another great night.I took two bottles of champagne in Bury end with fower glasses and supped, offered Bury lads some and the Poliss.Try that now ffs..Haven't seen Dinky for years..if he is on this thread ?,get in touch mate...remember when Beardsley, came over to apologise to me in Quayside pub for an incident when Dinky had Ginola by throat as he had thrown a French hissy at Dinky telling him how shite he was..Ginola wouldn't`stop coming back over and asking Dinky to` respect him `and the` Lads `were gonna put our Gallic cousin through window .He was dragged out by Barton I think....Lads from Frontline. Old NME mags and Glasgow btw stuck behind their mad workmate and Ginola acted the twat that night....all on works night out ! Beardsley absolute gentleman mind , nee beauty queen, but gentleman ..Dinky is not....;)

Dave, you've had me in stitches with that mate ...... even though I remember you telling the story after it happened :lol:

As you say, a lot of the carry on was just daft lads let loose and the polis were little better at times.

I remember borrowing a polis's hat at West Brom, putting it on and tapping one of the Shotton daft lads on the shoulder.

His face was a picture as his brain tried to work out what the fuck was going on ..... like you say, that could never happen again ;)
 
Think bloke up mast was Dinky from Jarra. Can`t remember too much about that match but know he was there and it was a party trick. Dinky was definitely up the floodlights , shirt off, at Bury when we won promotion/league.We were on pitch digging bits up to plant next to my Roker Park bit in garden and Eddy spotted the mad fker up the lights. Another great night.I took two bottles of champagne in Bury end with fower glasses and supped, offered Bury lads some and the Poliss.Try that now ffs..Haven't seen Dinky for years..if he is on this thread ?,get in touch mate...remember when Beardsley, came over to apologise to me in Quayside pub for an incident when Dinky had Ginola by throat as he had thrown a French hissy at Dinky telling him how shite he was..Ginola wouldn't`stop coming back over and asking Dinky to` respect him `and the` Lads `were gonna put our Gallic cousin through window .He was dragged out by Barton I think....Lads from Frontline. Old NME mags and Glasgow btw stuck behind their mad workmate and Ginola acted the twat that night....all on works night out ! Beardsley absolute gentleman mind , nee beauty queen, but gentleman ..Dinky is not....;)
Great lad Dinky,was on the jarra bus(2 buses by the way) to Man Utd on Boxing Day!
 
Following on from @Hoond 's mention of taking a bottle of champagne & glasses into the ground and that no longer being possible.

This is just a daft little story but another example of how things have changed.

I was escaping a massive terrace crush, at York, by climbing the floodlights and attracted a few polis.

The Sunderland lads started shouting 'Higher, higher.'

The polis responded with 'Lower, lower.'

Not much of a story now but at the time everyone were pissing themselves as I responded to the loudest shouts :lol:
 
Following on from @Hoond 's mention of taking a bottle of champagne & glasses into the ground and that no longer being possible.

This is just a daft little story but another example of how things have changed.

I was escaping a massive terrace crush, at York, by climbing the floodlights and attracted a few polis.

The Sunderland lads started shouting 'Higher, higher.'

The polis responded with 'Lower, lower.'

Not much of a story now but at the time everyone were pissing themselves as I responded to the loudest shouts :lol:

This game? I'm on the roof in a green coat

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Notts County away, probably 86ish. Mini bus of us from Concord, some right characters.

We went drinking in the bar at the County Cricket ground, a lad called big davey (about 6 foot 8 and over 30 stone) gets to the bar and orders "4 pints of lager and a pint of snakey"

"sorry we don't serve snakebite" said the barmaid
"what the fuckin hell for?"
"some blokes were drinking snakebite in here a few months ago and caused a load of trouble so it's banned"
"if they had been eating beefy crisps, would you have banned f***ing beefy crisps?" :lol:

A pause....

Davey then says, "right, can I have 4 pints of lager, a half of lager and a half of cider please"
"I'm not putting the halfs in the same glass"
"I fuckin didn't ask you too"

He then proceeded to drink with a half in each hand, took a gobful of each, mixed it in his mouth and swallowed with a theatrical shake of his head and an "aaaahhhhhh lovely". Think we had about 10 pints, Davey had 20 halfs :D

Absolutely f***ing priceless. Going to the match in those days was absolutely f***ing brilliant

I also like a snakebite, its a right fart on sometimes. I m going to pinch the beefy crisps line.
 
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That's the one Keith, iirc, although York was always mad.

I clearly remember the lads on the roof :lol:

We were queuing outside and there were hundreds trying to get through two turnstiles. We were so tightly packed you could barely get yer breath, it stunk because everyone was having the last dregs of their beer facts squeezed out of them. They brought the police horses in which just made things loads worse and increased the tension ...... none were punched mind ;)

One of our lads Dunc, who was a squaddie on leave and broad NE, Hexham area, looked up at one of the coppers and said,
"How, polis, yer cuddy's chowin' me gansy!'

The polis looked down as if he was Chinese and just shook his head.

For some reason this really riled Dunc and he started climbing onto the back of the horse which made it rear up ....
..... f***ing madness but just another Saturday in those days.
 
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