50 Shades of Black & White

In the Changing Room Before we kick off I have to say this, these are my memories, and it has to be said, some of them have been befuddled by drink and erased from the mental back-up disc due to needing more space for uploading new stuff. Phrases you will see often are 'I really can't remember' 'if I remember correctly' and 'I may be wrong'...yes I will admit it, I have been wrong before...1969 I think it was...oh and once in 1973 as well. I have checked where possible but half the time I can't be arsed so there. One area where some clever shite will immediately contradict me is numbers we took to away games, this was and still is impossible to estimate, so whilst some will try to claim we took thousands to every away match I have tried to judge by how much of the stands we filled in the days when the majority of the travelers all stood together. Characters, there have been 'legends' both on and off the pitch over the years, some have moved on to 'a better place' ...yes living in Pattaya, others have went off to the 'Big Match' in the sky where Jesus grabs the Number Nine shirt every game because he thinks he's Alan Shearer...only for St. Peter to point out that Jackie Milburn's name is already on the team sheet as Centre Forward. No doubt someone will bemoan the absence of some of the terrace 'heroes' but I have only mentioned those I clearly remember. I was never a member of any 'crews' 'firms' or 'gangs' unless you count our collective 70's name the 'Geordie Boot Boys', I was never a ringleader or organiser I knew who they were and often found myself in their company but chose to stay incognito. This is not a book of statistics, scorers, results or team line ups, they are well documented elsewhere. These are just my, sometimes possibly inaccurate recollections of being a supporter and a footsoldier in the Black & White Army for over fifty years...and if you don't like it...then write yer own...chances are of got your money anyway ...so who's the numbnutz now?