|Posted on 30 April, 2018 at 9:15||comments (0)|
Man from South Yorkshire goes viral after spotted having a pint in pub
A man, 59 from Barnsley, was spotted today having a beer in the Travelling Man public house in Boldon, Tyne and Wear.
Known locally as Big Mick, the Yorkshireman said: "I come up for pint with some lads and next thing I know, I'm all over that Face ache and Twatter".
Big Mick added: "Next time, I'm up for a sup, I'm defo wearing me flat cap."
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|Posted on 20 February, 2018 at 6:20||comments (0)|
So today’s papers have announced that Sunderland AFC is now up for sale at £50M.
Having spoken to a number of credible sources ourselves, these may be the reasons why.
Apparently, Ellis Short is losing £30M a season on Sunderland. Not many fans will like the US owner at the moment, but Ellis is basically bankrolling the club and paying everyone’s wages to keep things going.
The amount of debt the club has accrued, we’d basically need another bil...Read Full Post »
|Posted on 14 February, 2018 at 5:30||comments (0)|
A new eBook has shed light on a bizarre email exchange between a then fanzine editor and football club owner, wanting a campaign set up against former Sunderland AFC vice chairman, David Miliband.
Attack! Attack! Attack! is an eBook looking back at the ten years in the life of author, Malcolm Robinson, since he wrote one of the first books on the modern Afghanistan conflict entitled, “From Afghanistan to Temazepam”.
In the original book, Robinson kept a diary of his t...Read Full Post »
|Posted on 12 February, 2018 at 9:50||comments (0)|
I wrote a book once about my time in Afghanistan with the RAF, whilst trying to keep up to date with what was going on back home, with then manager, Roy Keane and his charges, pushing for promotion for Sunderland.
The book, "From Afghanistan to Temazepam" was published in October 2007 and did reasonably well in sales, so much so, you'd have to go second hand and buy it on Amazon now. Fast forward to October 2017 and a friend suggested I provide an update of things since the origin...Read Full Post »
|Posted on 4 August, 2017 at 9:45||comments (1)|
Wear The People’s Mal Robinson looks ahead to the new season, by looking back at an important season for the Lads and wonders if history will repeat itself?
The talk of the summer may be focussed on 20 years since leaving Roker Park and 20 since the opening of the Stadium of Light, but if you cast your mind back another decade, then it will be 30 years since the start of Sunderland’s only season in the third tier of English football.
30 years ago, it was also my firs...Read Full Post »
|Posted on 28 September, 2016 at 5:10||comments (0)|
Top Sports Writer, Graeme Anderson provides a little more on his top flight memory for Wear The People.
Graeme holds the distinction of probably writing the most words on Sunderland AFC, having covered the club for over 20 years with the Sunderland Echo.
Graeme now heads up GSA Media, having also featured for the likes of The Times and Daily Express.
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|Posted on 23 September, 2016 at 7:00||comments (0)|
This time Jim Fox looks at memories of Manchester City away, with the lads due to play there tomorrow for the first game of the season.
He looks back at his first visit to Manchester in 1970...
Those who think the Etihad’s in a bad part of town never visited Maine Road.
Even as a wide-eyed 13 year old, my first visit to Man City in 1970 was a shocker. Moss Side was, shall we say, “ripe for redevelopment”...Read Full Post »
|Posted on 23 September, 2016 at 6:55||comments (0)|
Those of a certain age know that in the bad old days of football violence, going to Middlesbrough for a definite non derby was often worse than travelling to the other place for a real derby.
I don’t recall a worse visit to the ageing Ayresome Park than 7th February 1981. For the record, we lost one-nil to a Graeme Hedley goal although the events on the pitch were almost incidental to the utter mayhem which went on around the game.
My memory does not extend to whatever pre...Read Full Post »
|Posted on 23 September, 2016 at 6:50||comments (0)|
Online gaffer Jim Fox gives us his memories ahead of Southampton FC on a trip to The Dell in the 1980's
The 31st January 1981 was not a good day to be at what used to be generously described as Southampton’s “quaint” home, The Dell.
In this instance, quaint means unfit for occupancy, crumbling and sight lines and fencing which meant that from several areas of the ground, principally the away end, one couldn’t really follow the ac...Read Full Post »
Wearside at Wembley - Mercantile Credit Trophy Special
If you thought the Sherpa Van Trophy was bad it was the Champions? League compared to the living death which was 1988?s Mercantile Credit Trophy.
If you?re a younger reader and therefore thinking ?WTF? as I believe you hipsters say, think yourself lucky. If you are old enough to have been actively supporting Sunderland 25 years ago, you are probably experiencing flashbacks which would shame a Summer of Love acid survivor.
I should start by saying that, in theory at least, I have free will, and I had a choice: I had the option of not going for God?s sake. However, this is Sunderland and the prospect of missing any ?competitive? game is anathema so duty called and Wembley beckoned. After all, there was a whole week between the tournament and a short trip to Southend: easy.
This abomination of a ?tournament? was conceived as the Football League Centenary Tournament and, obviously, brought to you by sponsors Mercantile Credit finance. How productive a sponsorship in terms of business growth this proved to be remains unknown. I?m sure profits slumped in its aftermath.
Qualification was based on clubs? records over a certain number of games during the season and, unfortunately, our march towards promotion meant we were duly invited to participate. Enthusiasm was not rampant on the streets of Hendon.
The League was hopeful, or naïve, in thinking that holding it at Wembley would create interest and spectators: they were wrong. The Saturday saw around 41,000 attending and the Sunday, Finals Day, about 17,000. It seems not having Chelsea, Spurs, Arsenal and West Ham playing may have been a tactical error.
The teams unlucky enough to qualify were: Aston Villa; Blackburn; Palace; Everton; Luton; Man Utd; the Mags; Forest; Sheff Wed; Sunderland; Tranmere; Wigan; Wimbledon and Wolves.
For the record, if anyone cares, the tournament was won by Nottingham Forest whose iconic leader, Brian Clough, wisely decided to give the whole weekend a miss. Forest won on penalties in the end, massively eclipsing their paltry two European Cup triumphs.
The method of victory was appropriate in as much as the League had failed to consider that the duration of games on Day One, twenty minutes each way, would inevitably lead to goalless draws and hence penalty shoot-outs. Mind you, the League would probably argue that the lottery of a shoot-out only added to the excitement of what was billed as the inevitable ?family fun day out?.
The games on the Sunday were of thirty minutes each way duration but it is not insignificant that two of the quarter-finals, one of the semis and the final itself were decided on penalties.
The biggest winners that weekend were Tranmere Rovers, firstly because they beat the Mags 2-0 in the Quarter-Finals but mainly because it was only a year since they had come very close to going out of the League entirely. Tranmere would see more of Wembley in subsequent years, of course.
Never mind all that, I hear you cry: what fate befell our beloved Sunderland in the white-hot cauldron of the national stadium that day? Unsurprisingly, 1973 apart, it was at Wembley so naturally we lost. Following the pattern of the entire pointless spectacle, forty minutes of will-sapping, brain-numbing inertia against glamorous Wigan Athletic produced a goalless draw followed by a defeat on penalties: I can?t remember the score so meaningless was it.
What I do remember, for the only time in my life, was praying that we would lose on penalties so I could have an excuse to leave and either spend the rest of the day more productively drinking in the capital or catch an early train back north: I chose the latter option as I recall.
The League, in its wisdom, had somehow overlooked the logistical challenges posed to travelling fans by a tournament whose duration involving your side was unknown. We had catered for this by the obvious expedient of having open rail tickets and arranging to stay over with London Branch members in the unlikely event of qualifying for the Sunday: no chance. As it turned out, I remember being back in Sunderland in time for the highlights on that night?s Match of the Day. When I say highlights, I am sure it was a short programme.
Looking back, why I bothered at all is hard to fathom. We got to Wembley late due to dallying in a rather hospitable London hostelry near Kings Cross. We did not, however, get there late enough to miss our game with Wigan but had missed the twin treats of Tranmere beating Wimbledon 1-0 and the Mags drawing 0-0 with Liverpool then beating them on penalties.
Leaving Wembley that Saturday, however, I had my revenge, taking it all out on an unfortunate Wolves supporter. Violence I hear you ask? No, worse than that: I gave him my ticket for the Sunday. His team having already been eliminated by Everton (yes, on penalties) he was reluctant but he was staying over anyway and the offer of money and free beer to take it off my hands clinched the deal.
You?re envious now, I can tell. You just wish they would arrange another such tournament soon, don?t you? It was terrible. I must add that those who criticise the new Wembley can have spent little time in the crumbling wreck which the old one was even then and certainly was ten years later for the Charlton play-off game.
Looking back, given the Metropolitan Police?s notoriously cautious approach to games in the capital, it?s a wonder the event took place. The Met could have saved everyone the time and trouble, not to mention cost, by simply banning the whole fiasco on public order grounds.
Given that one of one?s priorities for a long time when in London with Sunderland is checking fixtures and tube routes to estimate the likelihood of running into rival fans en route to or from other grounds, one might imagine that London on Mercantile weekend resembled modern day Syria.
After all, we were there as well as the Mags, their traditional allies in all things anti Sunderland Forest and, of course, Leeds United with whom we share a certain history going back to the sixties, one might say.
I stand to be corrected but this was not the impression I got, at least on the Saturday. It seemed that such was the stupefying dullness of the entire event that even the most dedicated adherent of ?bother? was lulled into a soporific state of pacifism, deeming the triviality of the contest and lack of kudos attendant on its whole proceedings unworthy of lifting a hand or launching a boot. There can be no greater shame, surely, than a football tournament even hooligans cannot be bothered to fight at.
The last word on the accursed Mercantile Credit trophy belongs to a certain Sunderland magazine of the era called Wise Men Say which, in one of its not uncommon satirical moments, suggested that the Football League Centenary would have been better served as a commemoration by an It?s a Knock-Out style drinking contest in which diehard drinkers from leading clubs gathered in a suitable London hostelry, the winner being the last man standing.
Knowing our luck, of course, it would still have gone to penalties or, in this case, pints of Whitbread Trophy the pint, as the slogan says ?that thinks it?s a quart? but you wish was a half!