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Shack said:Not so much since we have moved, but certainly in the old days of Roker, I could feel the ghosts of the old fellas that had stood there before me. In quiet, reflective moments, I would think about the lads who had watched the great 30s side and then went off to war, or the blokes who went to the match and talked about how they were going to live when they shut down the shipyards or the pits.
Excellent observations Shack - felt exactly that way and remember the Roker farewell game looking around the emptying terraces and just about physically feeling the spirits of the countless thousands who'd stood there and hoped before me. Emotional experience.
I'm persuaded - the sanitised Premiership can go lick itself. Grassroots Nationwide footy, bad pies and rickety stadiums for me (well for this season at least).
cassandra said:Cracking posts lads and lasses, I'm chuffed to bits reading through so many moving and eloquent testimonies on the real meaning of the game. Take a bow each and every one of you.
IIRC it was Shack that mentioned feeling the spirits of the thousands that had stood on the Roker terraces over the years, how they must be smiling now.