My first match was either the Hibernian friendly or home to Burnley. 1969 anyway and I was six! Loved the club, the players, the kit, the fans, the ground.
Started on the Spion Kop with a box to stand on. Used to long to go in the West End but didn't dare till I was about ten. Grew up in the West End. That terrace really was a mixture of excitement and fear!
Mine was in 1973, I was 8, FA Cup against Hull.
Like you I stood on the Kop, but on a stool not a box.
Graduated to the West End in 1981.
How I miss the games of the 70's and 80's......
I used to park my bike there or thereabouts too, a yard just below where the plumbers is now
I think the owner charged a few pence, no doubt low enough to be less than the bus fare there & back.
Some of my older cousins also told me they did the same trick in the house they were in at Nicholls St (other side of the ground backing on to West Stand). Family lived in 3 different houses there at one time, but all had moved out and on by 1960. I don't even remember my cousins being there so I think they moved even before I was born.
I used to park my bike there or thereabouts too, a yard just below where the plumbers is now
I think the owner charged a few pence, no doubt low enough to be less than the bus fare there & back.
Some of my older cousins also told me they did the same trick in the house they were in at Nicholls St (other side of the ground backing on to West Stand). Family lived in 3 different houses there at one time, but all had moved out and on by 1960. I don't even remember my cousins being there so I think they moved even before I was born.
Dad was 'born' (actually born in Leamington, 1943. Owing to war still being on expectant mothers were given the option of birth taking place at a near location not considered a target by luftwaffe) in King Richard Street. That was home until about 1960.
I remember him telling me about the regular match day service he and his brother supplied of 'bike minding'. A raffle ticket was given to the cyclist (one penny charge, I think) and corresponding counterfoil attached to bike. Bikes were stored in the rear yard.
My Dad would then instruct either his younger brother or my Gran to mind the bikes while he snuck into the old west terrace to watch the match and then 'profit' near full time by 'liberating' the carelessly placed beer bottles from those at the rear of the terrace so he could get the penny (or whatever the return was) when he took them back to the shop.
He also told me about the time he was booting a ball around outside the old main stand and knocked a tin of paint over and was chased away by the 'painter' - Frank Kletzenbauer! Earning a few extra bob during the close season.
Thats great, but Sunderland went down that season - If it wasn't for allthose away wins they would have stayed up - it isn't difficult to understand why they hate us much really