I know man - there was a distinct hint of sarcasm in my post (or there was supposed to be!) - Just the way the mags go on you'd think they always had bigger crowds than us when, in reality, it's only since John Hall that they have! (and few of those 49000 will know who was the owner/chairman/manager before that time!)
And there's me thinking the nags have a bigger waiting list than there is for a council house in London.
[QUOTE="Funky Dick, post: 7774199, member: 1023141"]Mate, we used to pack nearly 100k into roker park for games. It's not Premeir League stats mate it's top flight stats. The prem is dot on English Footballing history.[/QUOTE] … You make up things as you go along. ……..
Still can't hit a reply button to save your life fixed for you. Aye it's an exaggeration, more like 75k but it really amuses this is your best in derby week
Well I am prone to not checking the facts, got to put your hands when you're caught out. Even when it's trivial.
As a well-respected, and much admired poster on your board… It would be a pleasure… to provide you with the actual facts on this matter… BTW I think I've got that reply button sorted now fella…
I was at Roker Park when we had 61,000 there against Spurs in the cup in 1961 and it was absolutely crammed. The record was 75k some time in 1936 I think, but I can't imagine how they all got in because the ground hadn't changed that much over the years. I was also there at the Man U game when the gates went down in the Roker end but there wasn't a real big crowd inside, they were all in Roker Baths road because the police shut the turnstiles after the incident with the gates.
That wasn't you stood next to me v. 'Spurs, was it? Obviously, we all remember the equaliser in the second half, and the pitch invasion straight afterwards. But funnily enough, my most vivid memory of that game was buying tickets. The ticket office opened at 9 a.m. on Monday morning. So me and two mates went there at 9 p.m. on Sunday night to queue. With twelve hours to go, the queue was already from the main door, up to the Fulwell End, right round there, and about a third of the way down the Clock Stand. There was a lad about the same age as us standing behind with his girl friend. She was directly behind me, and sometime through the night, there was a gentle thud between my shoulder blades. This lass was absolutely spark out on her feet. I could see out the corner of my eye that he was making a move, so I put my left hand over my right shoulder and signaled for him to leave her and held my thumb up. She was there for a good hour, sound asleep on her feet. I never forgot that. I've no idea who they were, but I'm glad as hell they got tickets. They deserved it.