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Horley Chorley said:
A top pal of mine, and a smashing lad & supporter too - he's been to thousands of games over the years and never seeks to be in the headlines for his unstinting support (he certainly puts many of the so called uber's in the shade)
Davy's always on the pre season foreign trips and usually joins up with our crowd for the tours :cool:
Got some great stories of the times on the pre seasons of past years when Davy's been in our crowd. :lol:
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I was bloody good friends with Davy. Used to go to most matches with him and knew him very well. Bumped into him at work at Hiflex last year.
I seem to recall him playing cricket for Boldon and I'm sure the big West Indian was playing against him for Whitburn. Davy was batting and wasn't getting anything but bouncers off Alleyne. Our near miss passed his head and Davy was had his 5ft 6in frame half way down the crease to wrap his bat around the head of the 6ft 5 Alleyne
 


My Boy Harry said:
I'm sure we were in the same one. Scratchwood/Mill Hill = same service station?
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Aye, I can vaguely remember another bus load stopping at the same hotel. The coach company we used at the time booked it for us. Told us it was in north London. They never mentioned it was at a f***ing motorway service station.
 
b1gals said:
Jeff Winter (former ref) tells tales of 'taking the fulwell end' in his book when he was a 'Boro boot boy':eek: Can honestly say I've seen very little trouble in all the times we played Brough at home. Now Ayresome park ... ooohhh we can tell the stories ;)
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JW is a prize bullshitter - it never happened.
 
My Boy Harry said:
I think the official total was around 6 or 7 as another lad we knew got lifted - Speed from CLS.

Funnily enough I didnt really know the lad from Fram (Postman I believe) but in 2000 or so Bondy (Robin Bond) invited me to Fram Club for a football quiz and whilst relating the tale of 85 to someone one of the lads laughed and called the lad who got arrested over.

Small world.

I'm sure we were in the same one. Scratchwood/Mill Hill = same service station?
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How I knew Chips originally. Away busses tended to have half Fram half Sacriston. Although the was a problem with Andy Greene. Andy went to School at Fram so knew all the Fram Lads but he lived in Kimblesworth who were forever scrapping with Sacriston.


After the 85 final you could buy all sorts of kettles, blankets etc which had been liberated from Scratchwood services.
 
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My Boy Harry said:
I think the official total was around 6 or 7 as another lad we knew got lifted - Speed from CLS.
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I've gone 20 odd years thinking that Speed was the ONLY person arrested!

Top quality lad Andy - played football and cricket with him over the years.
 
Confucius said:
I was bloody good friends with Davy. Used to go to most matches with him and knew him very well. Bumped into him at work at Hiflex last year.
I seem to recall him playing cricket for Boldon and I'm sure the big West Indian was playing against him for Whitburn. Davy was batting and wasn't getting anything but bouncers off Alleyne. Our near miss passed his head and Davy was had his 5ft 6in frame half way down the crease to wrap his bat around the head of the 6ft 5 Alleyne
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That's very much Davy, alright - he's usually very unassuming and laid back, but like everybody, he has a breaking point & will crack when pushed too far.

He used to have spells where he was off the drink for a good while, and then he'd suddenly get back on the drink, and was trollied in no time at all :lol:

Heres a funny tale of a pre season Irish tour in the mid 199o's, when Davy and Flanny were with us (Reidy was the manager at that time)

A good few years ago, in a now demolished pub in Dublin, on a Sunderland pre season tour, me and a few mates (the famous or infamous Flanny, - pre, Shields Ferry incident - was with us) decided to call into the oldest & scruffiest pub we'd ever seen, just for a laugh (it was called O'Neills, in Moore Street, just a street or two from O'Connell St)
Anyway, we were having a drink, when one of our crowd started taking the piss out of two old women who were screeching along to the song on the jukie, by screeching along just like the owld dears, when suddenly a thick-set burly bloke in his late 50's possibly, asked my screeching mate if he'd like a Colt . . my mate thinking the bloke was offering him a colt 45 lager, replied "no thanks marra I've got a beer here" to which the burly Oirish fella replied "Not that f***ing Colt, THIS f***ing Colt" and proceeded to open his jacket, to show us he was carrying a gun in his inside pocket !! :eek:
The lad who was taking the piss turned a funny colour and dashed out of the pub to safety, leaving me, a mate, & Flanny to make peace and then calmly leave the place, with our bodies intact, to join up with our other mates in a nearby pub where the lad who was taking the piss, was fairly shaken.
We'll never know for sure if that gun was real or replica, but for sure, we weren't gonna hang around too long to find out :eek:
 
As we are on milk cup final posts i'll add mine. Was 18 at the time and went with 2 lads about 3 or 4 years older. Got off the coach at Victoria Saturday lunchtime, pissed and thrown out of hotel by 3pm. Eventually got in at a right DHSS doss house where one of my mates left his wallet in the room when we went out. Of course he had all his money and ticket nicked while we were out.

However the real fun was round soho - we went into one of those hostess bars (downstairs in a basement) and knew it was £6 a pint One of the hostesses asked Harker (i'll name him as some of the old alec hall branch know him) to buy her a drink. He said yes. After talking to her for about 10mins a bill for hostess cocktail £200 25% service charge £50 arrives. We had nowhere near that so I asked the girls what it would cost to leave. They basically said give us all your money and you can go. Was about to pay then got angry and said no fuck it. I guess a bell was rung behind the bar as a huge black bouncer appeared on the stairs. We expected to be beaten to a pulp when right on cue like a western the cavalry arrived - there were 2 sets of stairs and about 30 sunderland came down the other stairs. We told them what had happened and they saaid leave with them. As there was now so many the bouncer let us leave. Fuck I was scared.
 
I'm under 40 but fuck off, I'm posting this anyway.

One of my very first away games was as an 8 year old and it was against the filth at Sid James in 1979. My Dad used to take me to home games at a very early age and I remember the abject fear I felt when he told me on the morning of the game that I was going to 'their' ground. Even at that age I realised the hatred that was felt between the two and I have to say I was terrified before and after the game.

We were initially positioned in the Leazes End adjacent to the paddocks where the filth were situated and within the first few minutes my mates Dad caught a half wall brick which was lobbed from filth's end and was about to crash into my head.

We then moved more centrally to watch the 4-1 demolision ensue. You can actually see me on this clip, http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?sw...V4OgyXjFC&use_get_video_info=1&load_modules=1 when Rowell scores his first. I'm the little scruff going 'off it' in the Red Harrington jacket, just above the 'A' on the Andrews advertising hoarding, to the right of the goal.

I also witnessed the carnage that was the now infamous battle of Bath Lane. I have to say that I couldn't sleep for weeks after those scenes of out and out hatred and violence.

To make matters worse, a skunk, nastily 'squared up to me' in Central Station (remember I was only 8) and called me a lucky little , the next thing I can remember was my seeing him horizontal on the platform as my Dad had levelled him.
 
This isn't a story about the 'old days' but a lot of the posts on this thread are about what it is that makes Sunderland fans special (and I'm 43 so I qualify!)

2000. I'd been down London 10 years. Watford v Us at Vicarage Road. Me and my flatmate (also SAFC) couldn't get tickets for love nor money... until my flatmate's brother announces out of the blue he can get us two. Brilliant!

Met up with the brother and his mates at the match (we won 2-1, cheers to the lads behind me smoking dope who landed on top of me when the winner went in!) All of us went out afterwards and I don't think I've ever laughed so much before or since. Fantastic bunch of lads! I particularly enjoyed the tales of their escapades in taxis :-D

End of the night we said goodbye and one of the lads said "I'm just glad we could cheer you up!"

My dad had died a few months earlier and they had heard about this via my flatmate's brother and decided they should do something to raise my spirits. Me... a complete stranger to them but a fellow fan.

So to GlennG and his mates, "Thank you!" and to Sunderland fans in general, I salute you.
 
My Boy Harry said:
Is that right? I remember he looked a mess....:neutral:

76 cup game. They beat us 0 v 1. Allison got his hat knocked off by someone in the Fulwell End, hoying what was reputed to be a snooker ball.
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I remember coming out of Goodison (around 1980?) and I think we'd won.

They kept in as usual and when they opened the gates we were faced with half a dozen coppers on horseback. We were singing and the coppers wouldn't let us out until we shut up. We stopped singing and filed out, hundreds of us humming "Silent Night".

Even the hosses looked bemused :-D
 
toosb said:
I remember the Liverpool match c.1982 when we played on a totally snow covered pitch and with an orange ball. This will never happen again.

Pretty sure it was on MOTD - a rare treat for Sunderland fans in those days.

We lost 2-4, scoring 2 late goals after Liverpool had gone into a 4 goal lead. We wore that hideous white and pin stripe red shirt with red shorts.
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Aye - singing 'champions':lol: and 'Gona win the League':lol: after the 2 consolation goals, when Liverpool(the real champs) had totally outclassed us for 85mins or so.
 
georgekinnell said:
Anybody remember Ray, the Glaswegian lad in the Fulwell in the 60's. Used to wear a Celtic scarf as well as Red and White.
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Used to know a Ray F with ginger hair. Hard as f***ing nails, probably one of the hardest lads in Sunderland.

Joe Fabulous said:
Strange thing is, SAFC don't have much of a rep with the so called hard firms. We are very rarely mentioned in any hooli type books.
Why do you think that is?
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IIRC a good amount of our support in the Fulwell was young.

Pooter said:
First promotion season in 63/64 had everything including a decent cup run. The games against Everton and Man Utd have been done to death.

1966/67 we did the double over the Mags, 3-0 both times. Another canny cup run ended by Leeds, a cameo first dozen games or so from Bobby Kerr before Hunter "did" him at Roker in the cup match.

The atmosphere at Roker in those days of gates of 50,000 was brilliant. Going to away games though used to be very scary. On the tube to West Ham if you got caught between stations you'd had it.

Man Utd away in '68 when we won 2-1 was one of the best days supporting the lads I've had. At Anfield that season we lost 2-1 but the Liverpool fans were hilarious.

In 68/69 the warning signs were there, McColl had gone after a demo at Roker after we lost to Norwich in the cup (anybody still got their Norwich scarf?) and Alan Brown came back. He then proceeded to take us down for the second time in 1970.
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That was a great day. In the Scoreboard End and the coaches didn't leave till about midnight.
 
Was is Oldham away were we got pissed on and every one was singing If only i could by Sydney youngblood


Also the eddie the eagle at Wigan for those old enough

Roker Park - on my earlier message forgot about the pies and the bovril

My daftest story - one evening game we scored and the guy in front ripped my brace out of my mouth - it was dangling on the scarf and I was trying to get it back whilst leaping up and down at the same time
 
For some reason ( not sure why) Terry Paine from Southampton was my favourite player so my parents paid for me to go to Roker in 1967-1968 with my elder brother and mates . Saints won 3-0 and I was over the moon !
We all sat on a concrete stanchion in the right hand of the Roker End. We were just about the first ones in so played footy whilst we waited.

Next year we all went on the "Roberts " bus - pick up 1:10 from the Throstles Nest in Shotton and SAFC won 1-0 ; by this time my feelings for Sunderland were greater than my feeling for Paine so I was pleased. :)

Ooh so many memories - not in any order
Arnott scoring against mags
QPR game after Cup Final
Being locked out when Pop scored against West Ham so spending night in Murton
Gloom when lost to Liverpool 1-0 when Chris lawton scored with 4 minutes to go
Being pushed onto sidelines in 2-2 game with mags when Wynn Davis pushed monty into the goal
Hillsborough
Man City 1/4 final - on my birthday in 1973
beating Notts County 4-0 in monsoon but dancing home
going to Swindon game when Callahagn was PM and there was power cuts
Chico H scoring against PNE
 
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