Ask Jeremy 'Clock Stand Paddock' Robson where Sunderland play and he'll say 'Roker Park'

Ask Jeremy ‘Clock Stand Paddock’ Robson where Sunderland play and he’ll say ‘Roker Park’

Next Tuesday, December 13, is the deadline for stories, anecdotes and random thoughts on the things we do for our love of SAFC (or others do to accommodate that love). The prize is the print of Roker Park you see above, supplied by our generous sponsors http://www.wearedorothy.com. We have already had some excellent entries which can be seen at the earlier posts: http://salutsunderland.com/category/salut-competition/ – and they keep trickling in. Here is Peter Lynn – Wrinkly Pete – with some lovely memories of times gone by …

Born in 1944 to a mother from East View, Roker, who had told me tales of how she would sneak into Sunderland games through Roker Park’s exit gates that were opened at half time, it was inevitable that I would want to go there myself.

How I was to achieve this – living in Bristol – was tricky. On very rare family visits to Sunderland by train, the nearest I got was to see the outside of the ground.

So time passed and I had reached the grand old age of 22 before a possible solution arose.

Roker Park was chosen as a venue for the eighth and quarter final stages of the World Cup. The fact that I had recently married and been made redundant, and that my wife was pregnant, were mere obstacles.

Of greater importance was how we would finance the trip and where would we stay for two weeks, a full annual holiday entitlement, bearing in mind my mother’s family had all moved away from the area during the depression …

My mother rose to the occasion and said we would be able to stay with an old friend of hers, my “Aunt” Lilla at Silksworth and that if we dropped her off en route in West Melton, Yorkshire, she could stay with her sister and would help us with petrol costs.

So it was then that in early July, 1966, we three set off from Bristol in our Morris Minor van, just like the toy one here, my pregnant wife sat in the back on a temporary seat.

In those days there were no motorways to help us so our journey to Yorkshire, via the Fosse Way Roman road (Google it), took six hours.

After an overnight stay (I expect we slept on the floor) we left for Aunt Lilla’s home. This turned out to be a typical single storey miner’s cottage where we were made very welcome by someone who had recently been widowed.

During the next two weeks, on visits to the netty, I was to hear the effects of silicosis as the next door neighbour coughed his heart out.

Now all was not so bad for my wife as, at the factory where I was now working in Bristol, an Italian named Enrico had arrived on a work placement, from Milan.

Naturally, being Italian, he followed football and had also chosen to follow the same World Cup games as I.

Peter Lynn: '1066, 1966 and all that'

Peter Lynn: ‘1066, 1966 and all that’

He had a new Volkswagen Beetle so on the days when there was no football, the three of us would make trips out in the Beetle, exploring the surrounding locality and even visiting the Lake District, as you can see.

And so the day dawned, July 13, and – along with 27,198 others – I watched Italy beat Chile 2-0.

Although I only paid 7/6 or 38p, (see here ticket from Soviet Union v Chile one week later) it must be remembered that I was earning just over £16 per week as a draughtsman.

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But never mind the football, what did I think about the stadium? I was dumbstruck. It was huge and although perhaps a pity it wasn’t full I was finally inside and could begin to appreciate what it was that made (and still makes) Sunderland such a massive club.

My ticket package gave me access to seven games, three of which were at Ayresome Park, and finished with the quarter final between Soviet Union and Hungary.

When we finally left Silksworth, Aunt Lilla insisted we take some furniture and cutlery with us,
saying that she had no need now that she was on her own.

I began this article thinking about the sacrifices my wife made (and continues to make) for me and my football but while writing I became aware of the love shown by others too. Only right, it is a beautiful game after all.

The unwrinkly better half

Pete’s unwrinkly better half

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3 Responses to “The Things We Do For Love: Roker Park, spirit of ’66 and all that” Subscribe

  1. david miller December 8, 2016 at 10:59 am #

    A superb piece of writing that brought back a lot of family memories for me too, it gets my vote, thanks.

    • wrinkly pete December 8, 2016 at 3:52 pm #

      Thanks David, I enjoyed writing it, especially for the memories it gave me.

  2. Phil D December 8, 2016 at 12:19 pm #

    Wrinkly, I enjoyed your story very much.
    It is for such articles I am a regular reader of Salut! Sunderland.

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