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Post  cyprussyd on 2017-10-01, 1:35 pm

It was a cold October 69 years ago that a heavily pregnant Mary sat by her coal fire waiting for the birth of her child. A special child that would enter the world in a small flat in Ashmore Terrace in the small pit village of Wheatley Hill in the county of Durham, Land of the Prince Bishops.
It was here on the 17th day of that 10th month that Sydney son of Syd was born, a fine plump child and his parents had no idea at that time of the trauma that would enter their son's life.
Early years would see the child move to the nearby village of Thornley in a new housing scheme that would be know as East Lea. The new house would be a place of wonder after the small flat then prefabricated home they had known.
It was in East Lea that the first indication would surface of the years of hurt, grief and despair that awaited the young child. It was in East Lea that the first small but significant flirtation with football and a team known as Sunderland AFC would start. The young pitchild was about to be transformed into a young Mackam.
The young Sydney would grow into Syd, son of Syd but no blame can be attached to Syd the elder who was interested in the football pools but not the game itself.
The history books don't say how this life long love affair with red and white shirts started or maybe it's just that all names of possible introducers have been removed to stop any claims of child abuse.
Family, career and life would see the now adult Syd move away from Sunderland but the link and love never died even though hope often did.
This tale is an example to all parents that even the most loving caring supportive parents are in the end helpless when the bug of football and being a football supporter bites, if it gets into your child's blood is is in their for life.
All any parent can do is to be there when another Saturday of hope ends in disaster.
The real tragedy is when the child turns to his or her father looking for comfort only to find a father also crying and full of guilt knowing it was he who infected his child with red and white blood.
And there are those who think BREXIT is bad, try being a Mackem.

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Post  sunderpitt on 2017-10-01, 2:40 pm

cyprussyd wrote:It was a cold October 69 years ago that a heavily pregnant Mary sat by her coal fire waiting for the birth of her child. A special child that would enter the world in a small flat in Ashmore Terrace in the small pit village of Wheatley Hill in the county of Durham, Land of the Prince Bishops.
It was here on the 17th day of that 10th month that Sydney son of Syd was born, a fine plump child and his parents had no idea at that time of the trauma that would enter their son's life.
Early years would see the child move to the nearby village of Thornley in a new housing scheme that would be know as East Lea. The new house would be a place of wonder after the small flat then prefabricated home they had known.
It was in East Lea that the first indication would surface of the years of hurt, grief and despair that awaited the young child. It was in East Lea that the first small but significant flirtation with football and a team known as Sunderland AFC would start. The young pitchild was about to be transformed into a young Mackam.
The young Sydney would grow into Syd, son of Syd but no blame can be attached to Syd the elder who was interested in the football pools but not the game itself.
The history books don't say how this life long love affair with red and white shirts started or maybe it's just that all names of possible introducers have been removed to stop any claims of child abuse.
Family, career and life would see the now adult Syd move away from Sunderland but the link and love never died even though hope often did.
This tale is an example to all parents that even the most loving caring supportive parents are in the end helpless when the bug of football and being a football supporter bites, if it gets into your child's blood is is in their for life.
All any parent can do is to be there when another Saturday of hope ends in disaster.
The real tragedy is when the child turns to his or her father looking for comfort only to find a father also crying and full of guilt knowing it was he who infected his child with red and white blood.
And there are those who think BREXIT is bad, try being a Mackem.

Good read.well written..a story and sentiments echoed by many on here
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Post  Vincemac on 2017-10-01, 3:10 pm

cyprussyd wrote:It was a cold October 69 years ago that a heavily pregnant Mary sat by her coal fire waiting for the birth of her child. A special child that would enter the world in a small flat in Ashmore Terrace in the small pit village of Wheatley Hill in the county of Durham, Land of the Prince Bishops.
It was here on the 17th day of that 10th month that Sydney son of Syd was born, a fine plump child and his parents had no idea at that time of the trauma that would enter their son's life.
Early years would see the child move to the nearby village of Thornley in a new housing scheme that would be know as East Lea. The new house would be a place of wonder after the small flat then prefabricated home they had known.
It was in East Lea that the first indication would surface of the years of hurt, grief and despair that awaited the young child. It was in East Lea that the first small but significant flirtation with football and a team known as Sunderland AFC would start. The young pitchild was about to be transformed into a young Mackam.
The young Sydney would grow into Syd, son of Syd but no blame can be attached to Syd the elder who was interested in the football pools but not the game itself.
The history books don't say how this life long love affair with red and white shirts started or maybe it's just that all names of possible introducers have been removed to stop any claims of child abuse.
Family, career and life would see the now adult Syd move away from Sunderland but the link and love never died even though hope often did.
This tale is an example to all parents that even the most loving caring supportive parents are in the end helpless when the bug of football and being a football supporter bites, if it gets into your child's blood is is in their for life.
All any parent can do is to be there when another Saturday of hope ends in disaster.
The real tragedy is when the child turns to his or her father looking for comfort only to find a father also crying and full of guilt knowing it was he who infected his child with red and white blood.
And there are those who think BREXIT is bad, try being a
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