Celebration photos...

[Laeotaekhun]

Me too mate. That's my favourite song anyway and always makes me a little bit weepy. We're cleary not the greatest team the world has ever seen, yet we still sing it and mean it.

We are the greatest club and supporters though.

My first exposure to SAFC was when I first walked into Roker, in January '63, despite never having lived in Sunderland before or since and I was/still am amazed the effect that has had upon my life.

We lost 1-3 but I felt a connection that I'd never felt before (if I'm being 100% honest I wasn't that interested in watching football) - I'd been to St James' a few times with my mates (I lived in Newcastle) but was always bored and would try to wind them up by shouting for the opposition.

All that changed, though, when I went to Roker for the first time.

From the moment I met some lads who joined the Newcastle/Seaburn train at Pelaw who (over the next few years) became mates, to the first time I looked down at the pitch from the steps at the back of the Fulwell I felt at home and the passion, the crowd and their connection with the club had me hooked!

It was the beginning of a long term love affair which has had its ups and downs (as all love matches do) but genuine love never wanes.

It, also, makes me think back to the girl who I still think was the love of my life, but I finished with, after five years - she lived with her parents, I had my own place but we never lived together, before anyone tries to misinterpret that.

I will claim I was too young and stupid to know better - but that still doesn't excuse the mistake I made.

Apologies for a "sloppy" post!

 

[Junior Birdman]

My first exposure to SAFC was when I first walked into Roker, in January '63, despite never having lived in Sunderland before or since and I was/still am amazed the effect that has had upon my life.

We lost 1-3 but I felt a connection that I'd never felt before (if I'm being 100% honest I wasn't that interested in watching football) - I'd been to St James' a few times with my mates (I lived in Newcastle) but was always bored and would try to wind them up by shouting for the opposition.

All that changed, though, when I went to Roker for the first time.

From the moment I met some lads who joined the Newcastle/Seaburn train at Pelaw who (over the next few years) became mates, to the first time I looked down at the pitch from the steps at the back of the Fulwell I felt at home and the passion, the crowd and their connection with the club had me hooked!

It was the beginning of a long term love affair which has had its ups and downs (as all love matches do) but genuine love never wanes.

It, also, makes me think back to the girl who I still think was the love of my life, but I finished with, after five years - she lived with her parents, I had my own place but we never lived together, before anyone tries to misinterpret that.

I will claim I was too young and stupid to know better - but that still doesn't excuse the mistake I made.

Apologies for a "sloppy" post!

Nothing to apologise for marra.

 

[ivanthereasonable]

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Stevey boy,you're lucky that sniper just grazed your cheek.Don't talk mate,save your strength,and just give a thumbs up if you're okay.

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Cheating black and white twat.

 

[eddtheduck]

From the other end at the same time!! My daughter works at the Landfill and shot this - Then she was told off for singing along by a steward!

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Superb marra

 

[MakemIndo]

My first exposure to SAFC was when I first walked into Roker, in January '63, despite never having lived in Sunderland before or since and I was/still am amazed the effect that has had upon my life.

We lost 1-3 but I felt a connection that I'd never felt before (if I'm being 100% honest I wasn't that interested in watching football) - I'd been to St James' a few times with my mates (I lived in Newcastle) but was always bored and would try to wind them up by shouting for the opposition.

All that changed, though, when I went to Roker for the first time.

From the moment I met some lads who joined the Newcastle/Seaburn train at Pelaw who (over the next few years) became mates, to the first time I looked down at the pitch from the steps at the back of the Fulwell I felt at home and the passion, the crowd and their connection with the club had me hooked!

It was the beginning of a long term love affair which has had its ups and downs (as all love matches do) but genuine love never wanes.

It, also, makes me think back to the girl who I still think was the love of my life, but I finished with, after five years - she lived with her parents, I had my own place but we never lived together, before anyone tries to misinterpret that.

I will claim I was too young and stupid to know better - but that still doesn't excuse the mistake I made.

Apologies for a "sloppy" posttttt
Get a grip man

 

[Mighty Boosh]

Same here, at first I asked the lads I was with 'pint downstairs like?' and I'm so glad we didn't go. Players came out then that was it, bet it was piss easy getting served because hardly anyone left the seating area.

I wondered why it was empty downstairs. I went down for a beer to celebrate cos the players had went off and I didn't expect them to come back out. Only realised the team dive went on when I seen it on SSN in the pub later. Gutted I missed it!

 

[Rip Van Fish]

We've had some brilliant fallings out over the years mate when we've had to change cars, pick people up at services, dump cars in lay-bys etc. but it might be best if I keep my gob shut as if he ever gets on here I'll be a dead person!