Ignore the spoons bog dwelling ugly bellend.Why don't you go on a newcsstle board. I'd batter every mag that exists
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Ignore the spoons bog dwelling ugly bellend.Why don't you go on a newcsstle board. I'd batter every mag that exists
Get me steve wraith and the Sayers. And paddy one eye for funAmount of people just denying a historical fact is abit weird like, was years ago who cares
Amount of people just denying a historical fact is abit weird like, was years ago who cares
As an avid fan of pizza that looks like one that is best served straight into the toiletAmount of people just denying a historical fact is abit weird like, was years ago who cares
Tried to get in shearers bar n'all, but the soft mag shites barricaded the door!Is there a video of 60 SAFC beckoning The Strawberry to make an appearance the second last time we played there as hundreds of scummers queuing to get into the Gallowgate said nixies and looked on aghast?
NUFC in our pockets for several decades home and away. FTMURDERERS
TrueI was in the clockstand paddocks & had just enough time to muster a hand full of coins & pelted the fuckas on the way past
And fcked off at the mams fought back :-DFor those who never went the Fulwell end was basically, the further to the centre, directly behind the goal and the further towards the back the fans got crazier. So centre back was were the nut cases stood. (Anybody else remember the Red Alert mob)?
The further to the wings you got was kids with parents, so basically the took the family enclosure!!!
It wasn't hard to get in like, just turn up and walk through the turnstile, like as been said, it was nothing, all over in 15 minutes from the first shout to them climbing into the Roker, like all mags, they're full of shit, the sad sacks were crowing in the Chronic, about the cup win yesterday, I've never known a team so cock-a-hoop over beating another team in the division below, very small time.The myth of the Geordie superman
I'm not sure Terry is actually a real person, the whole story just reads like a hooligan by numbers lifted from any completely embellished hooligan book. Chapter 1 'I was 20 well paid job.......'
They did well to get in but haway man basically a bunch of excitable kids on a school day out. I doubt even a decent punch was thrown. You can see the 'moat' that opens up around them straight away that hardly anyone tries to cross, then it's out and on the pitch before any real daft lads can get through the surprised and retreating normal fans.
One for the cameras basically.
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I was 18 and in the Clockstand seats, about 3/4 the way along towards the Fulwell. I remember a lad in a denim jacket with a large old badge sewn on the back bobbing and a weaving picking off mags on the edge of the huddle. He clipped a good handfulI was in the clockstand paddocks & had just enough time to muster a hand full of coins & pelted the fuckas on the way past