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I've met some truly mad Sunderland supporters .....

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Left For Dead said:
Manchester Semi, walk towards Old Trafford and there are 4 or 5 lads outside their house playing darts and drinking......dartboard on outside of door, they eyeball us as we walk past..."are you Sunderland" they say..."aye" > their faces change and they offer us to go inside for some beers and say do you want to see something funny. We enter a house with no carpets, no furniture, the first room we enter has 2 lads sleeping on the floor, he then shows us the dining room near the kitchen, 2 lads sleeping on the floor again. He then turns to us and says "Millwall".

They then give us some cans and go and get 3 fire extinguishers, they run in to the rooms and start blasting them with foam and they wake.....they had been sparked out cold as soon as they got in, seems they had been praying on Millwall as they went by. Sound lads, all part of the Anti Nazi thing, had a book called no surrender which he had written, still have a copy in the house.
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I shouldn't laugh but ........ :lol:
 

Left For Dead said:
Manchester Semi, walk towards Old Trafford and there are 4 or 5 lads outside their house playing darts and drinking......dartboard on outside of door, they eyeball us as we walk past..."are you Sunderland" they say..."aye" > their faces change and they offer us to go inside for some beers and say do you want to see something funny. We enter a house with no carpets, no furniture, the first room we enter has 2 lads sleeping on the floor, he then shows us the dining room near the kitchen, 2 lads sleeping on the floor again. He then turns to us and says "Millwall".

They then give us some cans and go and get 3 fire extinguishers, they run in to the rooms and start blasting them with foam and they wake.....they had been sparked out cold as soon as they got in, seems they had been praying on Millwall as they went by. Sound lads, all part of the Anti Nazi thing, had a book called no surrender which he had written, still have a copy in the house.
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Sounds like something out the twilight zone :lol::lol:
 
I remember another incident.

The Chester le Street SA had a bus on to one trip and about 50 miles down the road the coach pulled over in this car park for seemingly no reason. There wa s bit of chatter in the middle of the bus and I went to ask what the craic was. One of the lasses said "the toilet is full".

I had a look in and the toilet was indeed bust.

The driver came up and said "someone will have to drop the bog".

I had no idea what he meant so I asked him.

He told me that if you put your hand in the bottom of the toilet there is a leaver that you pull and all of the piss and shit drops out into the car park. what I did next remains with me to this day.

5 minutes later we were back on our way and a huge cheer went up on the bus as I emerged from the toilet. :cool:
 
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My Boy Harry said:
I remember another incident.

The Chester le Street SA had a bus on to one trip and about 50 miles down the road the coach pulled over in this car park for seemingly no reason. There wa s bit of chatter in the middle of the bus and I went to ask what the craic was. One of the lasses said "the toilet is full".

I had a look in and the toilet was indeed bust.

The driver came up and said "someone will have to drop the bog".

I had no idea what he meant so I asked him.

He told me that if you put your hand in the bottom of the toilet there is a leaver that you pull and all of the piss and shit drops out into the car park. what I did next remains with me to this day.

5 minutes later we were back on our way and a huge cheer went up on the bus as I emerged from the toilet.
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If you'd eat your sarnies without washing your hands first you'd have my utmost admiration.
 
My Boy Harry said:
We went down in the car to that game. Before the match we were pissed and drinking in a bar within walking distance of Anfield. As we were walking along the road we started singing SAFC songs and it kicked off. one of my mates ended up fighting this scouser in a shop doorway and another had a bottle in his hand which he was going to throw at me. He bottled it (pardon the pun) and threw the bottle on the ground. At half time one of my mates ended up fighting inside the ground when a scouser took a swing at him. He smacked him in the mouth and he was lifted and fined £180. Every time he walked in the local after that the chant would go up "180" in darts fashion.

People have mentioned that day at Charlton when Millwall came over and 1500 ended up fighting on the pitch when their end emptied. IIRC The shields Gazette had an expose on it on the monday. It was them who quoted the 1500. The SAFC fans had no choice because their end was well represented by all sorts, including of course Millwall. The year or so before Millwall had chased me and my mates up that paddock at Charlton. I think I was about 17 or so. No idea who the Millwall were, we didnt hang about to find out. May well have been Harry The Dog and his mates. As I say I wasnt about to introduce myself to him.

We had a good one down Tranmere. Two consecutive trips running we had lads off the Chester le Street coach arrested and I was nominated to bail them out. One we had to go to Birkenhead Police station and the other was Wallesey. the second time I walked into the police station and the conversation went something like this:

Me - "I understand you have one of our lads in here"
Police - "whats his name"
Me - "gave his name". "When will he be out?"
Police - "Well that all depends"
Me "depends on what"
Police - "depends on whether you will take the other 3 SAFC fans who we have back on your coach"
Me - "what if we dont"
Police - "come back in 6 hours"
Me - "hand them all over"
Police - "let them all out Jimmy (his mate), theyre going home".

I walked back to the coach with 4 new passengers instead of one. IIRC we dropped them off on the A1 somewhere near Newton Aycliffe and they sauntered off with not a care in the world. :lol:
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Left For Dead said:
just glad I wasn't wearing blue - must have been shit the bedtime if you were them Millwall lads and you were invited in and the front door got locked, there were loads of Mancs upstairs off their tits who piled down every time somebody came in. When they were told we were Sunlun they went back upstairs
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wtf :eek::eek:
Sounds like a scene from pulp fiction
 
Reiver said:
:lol:

I was in Toulouse for the World Cup, with 2 of my sons, and bumped into Tom and his mates.

There was a mini riot going on around us and the locals were throwing rocks etc. I was shouting at the police, in French, to get their helmets on and charge them.

To everyone's surprise, including mine, they did exactly what I'd said and we were cracking up ...... I met them at Watford at the end of last season and we laughed again ;)

Edit: It was Tom and his mates at Watford, not the CRS .......
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Was with TL and the lads in Toulouse in 86 and have got some pics in my archives will try and find and post them
 
My Boy Harry said:
I remember another incident.

The Chester le Street SA had a bus on to one trip and about 50 miles down the road the coach pulled over in this car park for seemingly no reason. There wa s bit of chatter in the middle of the bus and I went to ask what the craic was. One of the lasses said "the toilet is full".

I had a look in and the toilet was indeed bust.

The driver came up and said "someone will have to drop the bog".

I had no idea what he meant so I asked him.

He told me that if you put your hand in the bottom of the toilet there is a leaver that you pull and all of the piss and shit drops out into the car park. what I did next remains with me to this day.

5 minutes later we were back on our way and a huge cheer went up on the bus as I emerged from the toilet. :cool:
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We always had a 20 gallon drum for a piss bucket, one of the lads had the job of fetching it from work every trip, he was known as the piss bucket man.

It was balanced on the steps of the bus, leaning against the door. Arriving late at Burnley one year, the police stopped the bus.

A burly sergeant pressed a button to open the door and 20 gallon of hot piss fell on top of him.

Poor fucker was soaked top to toe, with 50 pissed lads going mental with laughter.
 
riffraff said:
I was at the Brentford first third div game and confirm Gordon The Bucket was indeed kidnapped. My marra knew him as a neighbour and got a garbled tale out of him. He had his bucket and shammies and was walking around near the red lion (now macdonalds iirc) looking for cars to wash the poor bastard. Even then we thought it wasn't "right" but fuck me it was funny.
Is that York pic the 4-1 iirc? Easter time? If so it was my first away game if not my first away game must've been the following season.
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It looks like the first time we went down to York, won 1-0 with a late Vic Halom goal. Looks a sunny day in that pic and I remember it being blistering hot on that open away end. The 4-1 win was the following season and it pissed down all day
 
Cochise 2 said:
We always had a 20 gallon drum for a piss bucket, one of the lads had the job of fetching it from work every trip, he was known as the piss bucket man.

It was balanced on the steps of the bus, leaning against the door. Arriving late at Burnley one year, the police stopped the bus.

A burly sergeant pressed a button to open the door and 20 gallon of hot piss fell on top of him.

Poor fucker was soaked top to toe, with 50 pissed lads going mental with laughter.
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:lol:

Cochise 2 said:
We always had a 20 gallon drum for a piss bucket, one of the lads had the job of fetching it from work every trip, he was known as the piss bucket man.

It was balanced on the steps of the bus, leaning against the door. Arriving late at Burnley one year, the police stopped the bus.

A burly sergeant pressed a button to open the door and 20 gallon of hot piss fell on top of him.

Poor fucker was soaked top to toe, with 50 pissed lads going mental with laughter.
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I mentioned earlier in the thread that a lad who we knew as John Henry used to sometimes get on the Travel club bus, late 70's/early 80's this was. He always got on with a plastic container and a load of grog. He always went to the back of the bus and if anyone was in his seat he simply threw them out. I often wondered why he made for the same seat but clearly he was drinking and also pissing into the container. We used too see him when we stopped at a service station walking with the container full of piss and emptying it in the gents urinals.

I also told the incident of SAFC going to Plymouth and JH getting chased. He was chased into this property and came out swinging a shovel above his head. The Plymouth fans left....in a hurry.

Still no one has been able to identify him on here.
 
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Cracking thread.

Any of you lads got any tales of following England abroad?

Mainly Eastern Europe. Poland in 99 (Saski Park) looked f***ing mental :eek:
 
Magcatcherhutch..........was it you who could never manage to piss in the piss bucket?

No matter how many pints you'd had, you still couldn't go. Something to do with the bus movement or whatever?
 
Mace said:
Cracking thread.

Any of you lads got any tales of following England abroad?

Mainly Eastern Europe. Poland in 99 (Saski Park) looked f***ing mental :eek:
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I used to. Went to Euro 88 with england and stayed at a place called Weisbaden, just outside of Frankfurt. At that time we used to see US military jeeps on the roads as it was apparently the biggest US army base outside of USA. I went on my own because my mates wouldnt go but got teamed up with some WHU fans from Dagenham. right nasty bastards, high as kites most of the time but they were good as gold with me.

We found this night club in Weisbaden and it was owned by a load of Turks. I got to know the lass behind the bar. she was called Ivanya. Her mother was Czech and her Father German (summit like that) and was drop dead gorgeous. an absolute stunner. the night before the final I told her that it was my last night and it had been nice to talk to her. This was about 2am and we were leaving for Munich at 6am. she leant over the bar and said to me "would you like to come home with me and spend the day with me". Now this was a quandry. should i spend the day with her or go to the match.....i thoroughly enjoyed the final.

At the final I was standing with the WHU lads up top (the pitch is in a bowl) and who should come walking round but bobby Robson. robson was under pressure at the time, he was being slaughtered in the press and by the fans and he was ignoring most people. My auntie and uncle lived next door to his mam and dad in Langley Park and I'd met him a couple of times. Really nice bloke. As he was walking around he stopped and looked at me. smiled and looked at me clearly thinking that he knew me from somewhere. loads of people standing around I reminded him who I was and he turned around in front of everyone and said "ah yes I remember you now, how is your auntie Vera and your Uncle Jack". :cool: Everyone stood and looked on kind of bemused as we chatted for a couple of minutes about the NE. I have a picture of me with him somewhere. I wondered afterwards whether there is any other region in the country could have produced such a bizarre scene. The England manager talking to a normal lad (term used loosely) about his auntie and uncle in langley park at the final of the Euros. :lol:

I've got some great stories about France in 1998 as well.
 
Swindon Mackem said:
It looks like the first time we went down to York, won 1-0 with a late Vic Halom goal. Looks a sunny day in that pic and I remember it being blistering hot on that open away end. The 4-1 win was the following season and it pissed down all day
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Aaaaah. Five goals and I nivver seen one.
 
My Boy Harry said:
I used to. Went to Euro 88 with england and stayed at a place called Weisbaden, just outside of Frankfurt. At that time we used to see US military jeeps on the roads as it was apparently the biggest US army base outside of USA. I went on my own because my mates wouldnt go but got teamed up with some WHU fans from Dagenham. right nasty bastards, high as kites most of the time but they were good as gold with me.

We found this night club in Weisbaden and it was owned by a load of Turks. I got to know the lass behind the bar. she was called Ivanya. Her mother was Czech and her Father German (summit like that) and was drop dead gorgeous. an absolute stunner. the night before the final I told her that it was my last night and it had been nice to talk to her. This was about 2am and we were leaving for Munich at 6am. she leant over the bar and said to me "would you like to come home with me and spend the day with me". Now this was a quandry. should i spend the day with her or go to the match.....i thoroughly enjoyed the final.

At the final I was standing with the WHU lads up top (the pitch is in a bowl) and who should come walking round but bobby Robson. robson was under pressure at the time, he was being slaughtered in the press and by the fans and he was ignoring most people. My auntie and uncle lived next door to his mam and dad in Langley Park and I'd met him a couple of times. Really nice bloke. As he was walking around he stopped and looked at me. smiled and looked at me clearly thinking that he knew me from somewhere. loads of people standing around I reminded him who I was and he turned around in front of everyone and said "ah yes I remember you now, how is your auntie Vera and your Uncle Jack". :cool: Everyone stood and looked on kind of bemused as we chatted for a couple of minutes about the NE. I have a picture of me with him somewhere. I wondered afterwards whether there is any other region in the country could have produced such a bizarre scene. The England manager talking to a normal lad (term used loosely) about his auntie and uncle in langley park at the final of the Euros. :lol:

I've got some great stories about France in 1998 as well.
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Is your auntie really called Vera and your uncle called Jack (just like Corrie) or was that Bobby getting mixed up with names again ??
 
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