The Strawberry ffs!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
Along with "Rangers!,Celtic!"
No it wasn’t that one, it was all over in a couple of minutes. I do remember one game though -might have been Leeds- where the ‘cage’ bit in the middle was empty and for what seemed like the whole game stuff, including pool balls was being chucked backwards and forwards across it.I hasten to add that at the time I was a kid watching all of this from the ‘back fence’ and have never enjoyed violence at matches. Commenting on this thread simply to add an eyewitness account of what actually happened and to dispel the geordie fantasies.Anyone know if that was the game (I'm assuming it was) where there were loads of pennies, knivesand darts
I vividly remember a picture in the Echo of a Lad getting escorted around the side of the pitch with a dart in the side of his nose
If that was the game? ....there wasn't many other times they came into the Fulwell with numbers?
*The good old days
They shouldn't have been in our end but I'd have stopped you chucking coins at fans as well.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 handful
As they walked past I stood up to toss some coins but as I pulled my hand back someone caught hold of it. I turned around and the bloke said in a thick Geordie accent, 'if you think you're hard go down there'. I said 'do they think they're hard? Going in the Fulwell amongst the bairns?'
He then offered me out after the matchI said if you want your go come on and have in now. He sharp sat down but still saying he would see me later. In the conversation I noticed there was a good few mags around us.
He snuck out at some point because he was nowhere to be seen at full time
They were mag arseholes in the wrong end. Fuck them.
Left David Cameron confused.
Remember playing a Saturday morning match at Marley Pots, remnants of the previous night’s stolen car still smouldering, plumes of smoke from the allotments drifting across the pitch and we had to stop the game for a young mother who cut straight across the pitch with her kid in a buggy - we did try to tell her we were busy playing a match but she more or less told us to f*** off if we thought she was going to walk the long way round. Strange place…..
I love the smell of a smouldering Fiesta in the morning.
They weren't fans, they were arseholes looking to create trouble.
Cracking shop Reporter. Upstairs from Bar 42 on Hood Street.
Me too and it was nothing like an invasion of the fulwell end. A mere token gesture at best. Sad f- - ks.
High Bridge was the place to go for clobber bitd (80s). Boro took over in 90s, but that's maybe cos I was working down there and it was more convenient.
Boro did indeed have some cracking stores. Think, in Aphrodite, Sunderland probably has the best now. Pain in the arse to park anywhere near it mind!
The original Phsych, further down Linthorpe Road was brilliant.
