Lets get behind the lads


Very passionate. Very emotional.

Wasted on the shitheads infesting this board.

They are getting ready for their next meltdown.
 
You and a few others accuse people of this way too much. In the 1600s you would be accusing your neighbours of being witches. In the soviet union you'd be denouncing them as counter-revolutionaries. It's bizarre behaviour and I think it probably stems from either a lack of anything constructive or interesting to say mixed with boredom, deep-seated insecurities around your level of passion/devotion to SAFC, and maybe insecurities/jealousy of other posters who write intelligent and passionate posts.

I for one thought the OPs poem was beautiful and it made me cry. I think it should be performed before the derby by Lauren Laverne.
 
You and a few others accuse people of this way too much. In the 1600s you would be accusing your neighbours of being witches. In the soviet union you'd be denouncing them as counter-revolutionaries. It's bizarre behaviour and I think it probably stems from either a lack of anything constructive or interesting to say mixed with boredom, deep-seated insecurities around your level of passion/devotion to SAFC, and maybe insecurities/jealousy of other posters who write intelligent and passionate posts.

I for one thought the OPs poem was beautiful and it made me cry. I think it should be performed before the derby by Lauren Laverne.
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You and a few others accuse people of this way too much. In the 1600s you would be accusing your neighbours of being witches. In the soviet union you'd be denouncing them as counter-revolutionaries. It's bizarre behaviour and I think it probably stems from either a lack of anything constructive or interesting to say mixed with boredom, deep-seated insecurities around your level of passion/devotion to SAFC, and maybe insecurities/jealousy of other posters who write intelligent and passionate posts.

I for one thought the OPs poem was beautiful and it made me cry. I think it should be performed before the derby by Lauren Laverne.
Was a joke mate....it was the expected reply.to a new post. I think his writing is a little melodramatic for my taste but I understand the sentiments.
 
Red as the blood of the miners that died, as white as the gulls overhead, these are our colours, we wear them with pride forever, until we are dead. As strong as the steel on the hull of our ships, as pure as the glass that we blew, These are our people, you hear from their lips forever, they always are true. As fierce as the wind blowing in from the north, as fair as the Seaburn sand, we stand tall and straight and believe in our club forever, we are Sunderland.

What a pile of Keats 😜
 
Red as the blood of the miners that died, as white as the gulls overhead, these are our colours, we wear them with pride forever, until we are dead. As strong as the steel on the hull of our ships, as pure as the glass that we blew, These are our people, you hear from their lips forever, they always are true. As fierce as the wind blowing in from the north, as fair as the Seaburn sand, we stand tall and straight and believe in our club forever, we are Sunderland.
As red as the sauce I put on Maws pies, as white as dog-turds from my youth. These are our colours, we nail to our masts, from cradle to grave, that's the truth.
As strong as my farts after eight pints of Max, as pure as our lass when we met, We'll stick by the lads til the ends of the earth, and our beds we'll def'nitely not wet.
As fierce as the Haway that comes from young Hank, as fair as the hair on Clarke's head, we stand tall and straight, except those who are late and then leave far too early, instead.

Piece of piss, this poetry malarkey.
 
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Red as the blood of the miners that died, as white as the gulls overhead, these are our colours, we wear them with pride forever, until we are dead. As strong as the steel on the hull of our ships, as pure as the glass that we blew, These are our people, you hear from their lips forever, they always are true. As fierce as the wind blowing in from the north, as fair as the Seaburn sand, we stand tall and straight and believe in our club forever, we are Sunderland.
HTLs.

Given the shambolic ticketing arrangements, poor merchandise and we are without a manager these are out of our hands….all we can do is try our best to support.
 

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