Post by GresleyRam©®™ on Apr 18, 2007 21:13:46 GMT -1
....STILL FULL OF SHITE!!
This is a classic from our old friend 'the king of bullshit'. I saw this on another forum (which is pants by the way) where the daft c*nts have made Nordon a Moderator ;D ;D
READ THIS...ITS JUST CLASS, just the first line is brilliant:
the match day report thread by sunderlandwooler
As my ban had ended on the 27th (I'd thrown a brick at the Newcastle fans the season before and been caught) ;D ;D, I decided to go up to the Sunderland game with a couple of friends of mine and my little brother.
We left my house at 5:30 am and started the long drive back up north. We listened to the radio gabbling on about Saddam Hussien being hanged all the way to Chippenham, where we joined the M4 motorway headed for Bristol. We were just going past Leigh Delamare when a new show came on, fishing with Keith Arthur. Class show that. Baxter was nagging in the back as he doesn't like fishing but he was ignored by the rest of us. Oh aye, and the 4 of us in the car were me, my mates Baxter and Jake (both top hooligans on Wearside moved down south) and my little brother Dean, who we're getting in the youth firm, he's a cracking fighter that lad, been nearly expelled for it at school, well, that and vandalism but I was expelled for that myself in primary school it's nowt on ya record actually.
Anyways, we got up past Bristol, saw the huge radio masts by the M5, and stopped at Hunters Services near Birmingham. I tripped over a crisps shelf thing but there was little damage. Baxter spent about quarter of an hour in the toilet, and we all abused a Villa fan in the car park, great fun. Then we drove all the way up through the Midlands. Me and Baxter had a fallout over a sandwich because he was nagging at me, and Dean threw his crisps packet out the window and that was funny because the car behind had to slow down, and it had been annoying me.
Then a speed camera flashed at us and that made me angry too. Anyway, we continued up the motorway as Mike Parry on the radio shouted on about some cricket fan or other.
We went past Nottingham, saw some great power stations, cranes at Mansfield, and the sun was only just up properly as we started towards Sheffield. Sheffield was fantastic, the gigantic cooling towers by the M1 and these massive gas tank things. Yorkshire was depressing, all the walls and bridges were covered in graffiti, and none of the motorway signs worked. Apparently there was going to be a fight down Oakwell because of the Barnsley v Sheffield Wednesday match, I made a mental note to keep tabs on it. The rest of the trip through Yorkshire was uneventful, apart from a small arguement between Jake and Baxter, until we got to Scotch Corner services, to get some lunch.
It's not nice at Scotch Corner, despite the name, it's freezing cold and situated in North Yorkshire. When we got there it was thronging with Newcastle fans stopped off on their way to Merseyside for the Everton v Newcastle United game. Baxter went for another gigantic shite while me and the others hung around outside. One of the mags gobbed on my Sunderland shirt, and me and Dean had to hold Jake back from smashing his teeth out. I would have been quite happy for a fight there but we were only 4 mackems against hundreds of mag filth.
We pulled away, and I threw a rock out of the window when we went by the petrol filling part and it hit one of the mag f**kers as he was filling his car and that made me feel happy again. We eventually had lunch in a Little Chef in Durham because I tried to roll a smoke in a service station at Ferryhill and the people in there said I stank of cannabis and threw me out. Food was decent but heavily overpriced in there. We got up to the SOL for 12 noon but I had to visit relatives so we only managed to get inside the ground just in time.
The game was rubbish, and the referee was, quite literally, a wanker. They still play that horrible music before the game, and these days standing isn't allowed anymore. Me and Baxter and Jake went to sit with the Vauxies like we normally do and they had us back proper warm like, great lads them. Dean disappeared off for a fight with the Youth Squad. After a 0-1 loss for Sunderland we all filed out, but I'll say this - there was a cracking fight with the Preston lads down by Wearmonkton Docks, this guy had hishead smashed up against a crane, these was blood. I lost my stanley knife but it was no big deal, still a great time. When we got back to the car, we noticed Dean hadn't come back but we found him round my mums, she yelled at me for letting him go on his own with the hooligans. I told her he's nearly 16 so he should be allowed to do what he wants but she screamed at me more and made me take him home.
The journey back was shite and boring but we had a good drink when we got back, just in time to see the last match on MOTD.
The Barnsley fight was a cracker I hear, by the way. That day was one of the best hooligan outings I've ever been on, usually it's uneventful and boring that's why I only put this one on.
ROFPMSL!!! WHAT A TIT!! ;D ;D ;D ;D
This is a classic from our old friend 'the king of bullshit'. I saw this on another forum (which is pants by the way) where the daft c*nts have made Nordon a Moderator ;D ;D
READ THIS...ITS JUST CLASS, just the first line is brilliant:
the match day report thread by sunderlandwooler
As my ban had ended on the 27th (I'd thrown a brick at the Newcastle fans the season before and been caught) ;D ;D, I decided to go up to the Sunderland game with a couple of friends of mine and my little brother.
We left my house at 5:30 am and started the long drive back up north. We listened to the radio gabbling on about Saddam Hussien being hanged all the way to Chippenham, where we joined the M4 motorway headed for Bristol. We were just going past Leigh Delamare when a new show came on, fishing with Keith Arthur. Class show that. Baxter was nagging in the back as he doesn't like fishing but he was ignored by the rest of us. Oh aye, and the 4 of us in the car were me, my mates Baxter and Jake (both top hooligans on Wearside moved down south) and my little brother Dean, who we're getting in the youth firm, he's a cracking fighter that lad, been nearly expelled for it at school, well, that and vandalism but I was expelled for that myself in primary school it's nowt on ya record actually.
Anyways, we got up past Bristol, saw the huge radio masts by the M5, and stopped at Hunters Services near Birmingham. I tripped over a crisps shelf thing but there was little damage. Baxter spent about quarter of an hour in the toilet, and we all abused a Villa fan in the car park, great fun. Then we drove all the way up through the Midlands. Me and Baxter had a fallout over a sandwich because he was nagging at me, and Dean threw his crisps packet out the window and that was funny because the car behind had to slow down, and it had been annoying me.
Then a speed camera flashed at us and that made me angry too. Anyway, we continued up the motorway as Mike Parry on the radio shouted on about some cricket fan or other.
We went past Nottingham, saw some great power stations, cranes at Mansfield, and the sun was only just up properly as we started towards Sheffield. Sheffield was fantastic, the gigantic cooling towers by the M1 and these massive gas tank things. Yorkshire was depressing, all the walls and bridges were covered in graffiti, and none of the motorway signs worked. Apparently there was going to be a fight down Oakwell because of the Barnsley v Sheffield Wednesday match, I made a mental note to keep tabs on it. The rest of the trip through Yorkshire was uneventful, apart from a small arguement between Jake and Baxter, until we got to Scotch Corner services, to get some lunch.
It's not nice at Scotch Corner, despite the name, it's freezing cold and situated in North Yorkshire. When we got there it was thronging with Newcastle fans stopped off on their way to Merseyside for the Everton v Newcastle United game. Baxter went for another gigantic shite while me and the others hung around outside. One of the mags gobbed on my Sunderland shirt, and me and Dean had to hold Jake back from smashing his teeth out. I would have been quite happy for a fight there but we were only 4 mackems against hundreds of mag filth.
We pulled away, and I threw a rock out of the window when we went by the petrol filling part and it hit one of the mag f**kers as he was filling his car and that made me feel happy again. We eventually had lunch in a Little Chef in Durham because I tried to roll a smoke in a service station at Ferryhill and the people in there said I stank of cannabis and threw me out. Food was decent but heavily overpriced in there. We got up to the SOL for 12 noon but I had to visit relatives so we only managed to get inside the ground just in time.
The game was rubbish, and the referee was, quite literally, a wanker. They still play that horrible music before the game, and these days standing isn't allowed anymore. Me and Baxter and Jake went to sit with the Vauxies like we normally do and they had us back proper warm like, great lads them. Dean disappeared off for a fight with the Youth Squad. After a 0-1 loss for Sunderland we all filed out, but I'll say this - there was a cracking fight with the Preston lads down by Wearmonkton Docks, this guy had hishead smashed up against a crane, these was blood. I lost my stanley knife but it was no big deal, still a great time. When we got back to the car, we noticed Dean hadn't come back but we found him round my mums, she yelled at me for letting him go on his own with the hooligans. I told her he's nearly 16 so he should be allowed to do what he wants but she screamed at me more and made me take him home.
The journey back was shite and boring but we had a good drink when we got back, just in time to see the last match on MOTD.
The Barnsley fight was a cracker I hear, by the way. That day was one of the best hooligan outings I've ever been on, usually it's uneventful and boring that's why I only put this one on.
ROFPMSL!!! WHAT A TIT!! ;D ;D ;D ;D