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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