Worst Reaction To Derby Loss


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The 5-1, I was watching it in the conny club in Seaham so I had to contend with Tory ***** at the same time, nearly lifted some owld **** out of his moccasins for being an obnoxious twat. the 5-1 was soul destroying and looking at John Major, Margaret Thatcher and William Hague on the wall on the way out just tipped me over the edge, I felt like someone had died for about 3 weeks after.
 
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:-( Was so depressed at the 5-1 I soaked a tampon in vodka and slipped it up my arse.
 
The 5-1, I was watching it in the conny club in Seaham so I had to contend with Tory ***** at the same time, nearly lifted some owld **** out of his moccasins for being an obnoxious twat. the 5-1 was soul destroying and looking at John Major, Margaret Thatcher and William Hague on the wall on the way out just tipped me over the edge, I felt like someone had died for about 3 weeks after.

You went to a Tory club? WTTFFF :lol::lol:
 
On holiday in Cyprus me and the bairn sat in pool bar with our tops on
Got beat can't remember score but he spent next 3 days sweating his balls off in one of the those portable beach tents would not come out :-D

He was oNly about 10 at the time 21 now
Still Sunlun daft
 
I developed a Battery Acid habit after the 5-1 and wound up on the streets.
 
The 5-1. watched it at the half moon in durham. 2 double whiskeys at half time etc etc . got home at 4 in the morning and chucked up down my living room wall.
 
1-5 Wasn't over the moon before kick off that I was watching the match in The Londonderry, but was pissing down that much didn't bother moving. Half-time and it was 0-3, fireworks started going off outside up the side street, them daft bangers. End of the game walked to Bud Bigalows where all the lads were, got there like a drown rat couldn't see any of my mates, (my sister claims she seen me, drown rat, fuming) then span on the spot stormed out at the top of the stairs after a bitter stare and the rest is history.

No repeat on Sunday, it's going to be a Paolo inspired day.
 
I was at the 5-1 and had been drinking in Newcastle as we always do, on the Saturday night and before the game, and will be again on Sunday. After the game the rest of the lads went through to Sunderland to drown their sorrows (actually most of them left at half time). Me and Pete from here stayed till the end and I walked with him down as far as the High Level Bridge, I then turned round and walked back to the bus station hoping just to catch the bus and go home.

When I got to the bus station I met a lad from Winlaton who I have known for years who is a massive Newcastle fan and was forced to talk to him about the game for 10 mins while he waited for his bus and when mine finally came I got on and went straight to the back seat and put my head phones on only for another Newcastle supporting lad who I used to work with, get on and sit next to me. I then had to talk to him about the game for another 40 mins home.

Basically I spent a full hour talking to mags about a game I just wanted to forget after enduring 90 mins of sheer hell in the ground.

I have been to Sid James Park about 20 times now and I hate these games and I have given my ticket away for Sundays match. Will still do the pre match beers but I am happy not to set foot in that place ever again if truth be known, but nothing can beat how bad that day was. I went home and went to bed and it was only about 4 in the afternoon. I could not face watching the telly or listening to the radio.
 
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Watched the 5-1 on a comedown, left the pub at half-time and thought about killing meself!
 
Although it wasn't myself at the 5-1 a bloke twatted a pig on the concourse as he the mag copper was laughing and all hell kicked off.

For me that game entailed me leaving early to go sit on the bus and by the time I got back home to morpeth had a banging headache I wanted to just sleep till the memory went away. And the following day nearly crashed on my driving lesson as I was so pissed off from the abuse I received at school. Only me and 2 other lads in me entire year at school were sunderland fans.
 
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The 5-1 game, was only gonna be able to watch the first half as had to go to work (which in hindsight was a good thing), after the second goal went in i just fucked it off and went to graft early. 3-0 en route. En route to where? f***ing Gateshead, full of plastic mags and all sorts. Lasses i worked with were all 'eee you wanna get a different team' and 'eee you're team aren't the best are they?!'. Just what i needed till a typically fat geordie and his wife came in when i was having a well deserved tab and said to me 'they was great wasn't it?! Smile man, we won 5-1!'. Just replied to him in an aggressive fuck off manner 'i'm Sunderland mate'. He laughed. I left the job a week later. Cvnts.
 
Has anyone here actually seen Bents goal in the 5-1 match? :lol::lol:

Yes me, and as I said, Pete who posts on here. We were the only ones left from a group of 6. I reckon of 3,000 fans, there would have been about 300 left in the ground when Bent scored and a good 100 or so of them were drinking on the concourse.
 
I still can't bring myself to say THAT scoreline. I couldn't and wouldn't talk about it for days. I turned TV off at half time and washed the car. Car needs washing again I notice.
 
I have a male Black cat which is mine and our lass has a female Black and White cat which is hers... she's not into footy though...the cat just happens to be that unfortunate combination of colours.

5-1 day I came back home from Paddy's, found the female cat sitting on the sofa... picked the fucker up and took her out the back where I discus threw her about 12 gardens away.

Our lass didn't speak to me for about a week.

suprised she let you get a season ticket

the 5-1 killed me. remember sat in my seat at full time feeling numb. i was going out in durham for someone's birthday on the night and let's say i wasn't very good company. first pub and a mag knew i was a sunderland fan by the look on my face. i ended up getting hammered and was sick in a pint glass. i was off work the full week and just spent it moping around
 
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Never really reacted that badly, just found the 5-1 numbing and sickly. The 4-1, we were shite so wasn't much of a shock. The 2-0 McShane game was horrible though. Was only 14 at the time, convinced we were gonna win and then heard the team news :-(

The 5-1 game, was only gonna be able to watch the first half as had to go to work (which in hindsight was a good thing), after the second goal went in i just fucked it off and went to graft early. 3-0 en route. En route to where? f***ing Gateshead, full of plastic mags and all sorts. Lasses i worked with were all 'eee you wanna get a different team' and 'eee you're team aren't the best are they?!'. Just what i needed till a typically fat geordie and his wife came in when i was having a well deserved tab and said to me 'they was great wasn't it?! Smile man, we won 5-1!'. Just replied to him in an aggressive fuck off manner 'i'm Sunderland mate'. He laughed. I left the job a week later. Cvnts.

I'm always pleased i didn't really know a mutual acquaintance of ours on that day :lol:

Yes me, and as I said, Pete who posts on here. We were the only ones left from a group of 6. I reckon of 3,000 fans, there would have been about 300 left in the ground when Bent scored and a good 100 or so of them were drinking on the concourse.

I stayed too :lol:
 
Got pissed and went to bed after the dive by Taylor and was woken by the wife shouting at me for pissing myself.

:lol::lol:

I have a male Black cat which is mine and our lass has a female Black and White cat which is hers... she's not into footy though...the cat just happens to be that unfortunate combination of colours.

5-1 day I came back home from Paddy's, found the female cat sitting on the sofa... picked the fucker up and took her out the back where I discus threw her about 12 gardens away.

Our lass didn't speak to me for about a week.

:lol::lol:
 
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