Howmanheyman

You just know any mackems reading my last post on this thread will now be desperately googling a German link to Sunderland, even if it only finds a mackem swapping shirts with a kraut on holiday.

Met three black & white kamerads yesterday in the Strawberry, or should I say 'Erdbeere'? Over to support the Toon as they were from our twinned city in Deutschland and they felt our club/fans were 'real' and not placca types. I don't know whether this shows we still have some global pull or it's the German equivalent of kids from the Midlands going up to support Stranraer in a kind of modern ironic way.

That's more than sky will do if they're not showing a game, when they're not showing a game, the game is erased from consciousness like the CIA getting rid of the human trails to a Whitehouse cover up. (That last sentence should set the bells ringing if we're all getting tapped up electronically from the US of A).

What does that bug eyed little cunt know about my expectations? Took my little'un to her third match yesterday, she's now seen us lose 2-1 three times to the might of Swansea, Cardiff and Watford all at home. Fanks Mike. And once again, how many fucking times will we bemoan the lack of a left back? It's beyond embarrassing how an established PL club have been so blase about this position through the last few years.

Is Bob Wilson still doing it these days and has he put us down to win the cup this year?

When ambitions match attendance figures we'll be alright. The ' know your place' brigade will say it's irrelevant which is funnily enough how I feel about their opinions.

Congratulations. Hope things go well with your lass and the bairn.

Did he have his arms raised in the style of comical Ali as he said this stuff?

My only fond rugby union memories are seeing a union stadium from my grannies house in N Ireland. Think it was Ulster's ground. I also knocked back an offer to play rugby for the school as I didn't want to get injured and lose my place in the real football team. Games too slow and full of suspiciously looking non- athlete types although it's still better than darts on that score. Better than athletics too. And cricket. Gaelic football? Tough call but I'd sway towards the Gaelic football tbh, tbs, tbs.

Name names, Barry Norman.

I don't know what it is about 'Harry' (what's the little twats proper name?), but I can't fucking stand the ginger - born-with-a-silver-spoon-media-junkie parasite. Maybe I'm being harsh. Maybe not.

Taking the piss out of people less fortune than ourselves. ( South of the water types).

St helens

These lads were going to 2nd div grounds round the country giving it their all only to be called 'mackems' by cheeky little bastards like us. No surprise they occasionally got a bit pissed off. Normally it was taken in the right spirit but not always.

We were basically doing a 'Stevie' on the SS mags.

There was mostly Walker/Byker on those buses but they also had a shop in South Shields and we went through the tunnel to pick the South Shields Mags for some games. I reckon I seen more bother from the sand dancers and the east end lot over who got the back seats and who out of the 'value travel' clientele were mackems or not than the actual fans of the clubs we played.

You mean you didn't look at dirty mags while smirking tabs out the window in school just like what CT did?

My one and only encounter with a load of 'Rugger' fans was after an away match at the West Ham match where Mathie scored for us and we won 4-2, (1994?). We stopped off in some Southern town and there was a load of the cunts, some Welsh kids, (They'd played Wales), and a few Sherman Tanks who were stationed at an air base not far from the town/village. The Welsh lads were fucking sound, the Yanks were lightweights and the English rugger fans were among the biggest set of bell-ends I've ever set eyes on. My little mate who you know was asked 'are you English?' as he attempted to get past this doilum to go for a piss and was attempting to stop him. After the rest of two buses from 'value travel' of Shields Road, Byker, traipsed in, then Jeremy didn't quite seem so cocky. Can't for the life of me remember the name of the place but their was a fayre on and if you go there and look carefully, you might still find Jeremy's arse lying on the floor next to the bogs. (We also got stuck in front of a car after the game which had FA chairman Graham Kelly in it. The traffic was horrendous and Kelly at first tried to smile at the stick he was getting but as the time time passed started to slink further and further into his seat wishing he was fucking anywhere other than where he was).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fp_ss0ZSgBk

Fuck sake, Stevie, say what you mean, man! (I sometimes post on here during the games).

Fucking druggies the lot of you. Good job me and the straight edge wizard are keeping it real.

Looks like something for bed patients.