FWIW. I went to school with a lad from Sunderland, fresh off the boat.
That was THE year, if'n you lads get my meaning. Porterfield, Montgomery, Bob Stokoe.....as, those were the days. Or one day, anyway.
Top lad, he played State League soccer here while still at school. Him and his brother was still playing at a good level last time I saw him.
And he married a top gunner that lived next door to another mate. We used to perve on her through the fence until we found out she was Ian's bird.
Then we just invited them around.
