bigfella

I was obsessed with Supermac at the time (being seven years old and him being awesome), but I don't think he played that day and it didn't matter. I can remember the classic first game thing of thinking the pitch was the greenest grass I'd ever seen and all the sounds - "HOW. MAN HEY MAN! HOWAY!" etc, and the smells - piss, peanuts, tab smoke and beery breath. I loved every second of it and I begged my dad to take us again.

Tommy Gibb got the second goal in a 2-1 in my first game, Nov "73 against Stoke.

Terry Mac for me as well - a few months before in a 2-1 win against Stoke.

Hopefully this. And when safe standing is established, maybe go to the German standard, which is something like 1.7 people per seated space, increasing the capacity greatly.

Brown on sausages and bacon, red on hot dogs and burgers.

Anyone who has met LFEE will agree that he is a top man.

I think this is the most likely - once all the tickets are sold they'll have more of an idea of the demand for a big screen at the ground or the function rooms being opened etc.

Was originally a makem thing about Stokoe in '73, but has been attributed to us ever since. Absolutely cringable.

That's a change of ends from the last five times we've been to Wembley. Hopefully it'll bring a change of luck.

You can see SJP from Cleadon Hills which is about 13 miles.

Not much quality in this game, and it's even quieter than last night.

And whilst the tie is still not out of sight in our favour, VAR will give us nowt either.

Yesss! Longy that'll do.

She ain't what you'd call a lady.

Get in!! Rule that one out you cunts

Not a patch on the weyerside wizards, marra

Howay Murphy, instrumental in our winner against Fulham!

Bruno's not right is he? We really need a decent back up like

Naa, we've been fine, absolutely dominated the game - keep it like this, the goals will come.

Yesss, Geordie Boot Boys drowning out yet another woah woah song

Doesn't have to be one or the other.

Loudhailers, drums and every song goes "woah woah woah" - no thanks.

One of my pet hates there - the director went into close up on Willock as he receives the ball, so the viewer hasn't got a clue that Miggy was at the far post.

Howay lads, smash these small time fuckers - hoping we don't hear any wanky goal music.

Well what an absolute pile of shite that was. Two teams rightfully wallowing in mid table.