Brighton Sky Blue
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My grandad grew up in Co. Durham, so he just rotated between the big NE clubs every Saturday. Still remember him telling me about going to watch Jackie Milburn live, the difference between 'Ha'way' and 'Ho'way' etc, he just loved football but looked out for both Newcastle and Sunderland. I've had a soft spot for both clubs for a good while for that reason, Newcastle not so much now they're a Saudi sports washing vehicle.That seems like a fair description of my late Dad, bless him. Every so often he allowed himself the chance to get carried away by a particularly spirited performance, but usually he'd fear the absolute worst.
I asked him once why he supported them if they made him so miserable (I was about 5 at the time and whilst I was a fan because my Dad was, hadn't quite caught the whole hometown group consciousness thing, yet at that stage that I feel glory supporters are actually missing out on) He told me that the Boro will always let you down, but he loved them regardless and one day, probably not in his lifetime, maybe not in mine, but perhaps in my kids' or indeed theirs, they may actually win something big as we were the oldest and highest historically average league placed club remaining to have never won a major honour in over a century. (it was the early 80s)
Ironically enough amongst others (as it was a May tradition around my birthday) I can also remember watching the 87 FA Cup final with him when I was 10. He said normally if it were Spurs against a side like Everton or Liverpool, he'd root for them as both Merseyside clubs had already won LOTS, but as it was Coventry he wanted them to win as they were a club a lot like us so they deserved it more and if they could win it then there might just be hope that we could win something, someday. I remember him beaming from ear to ear when your second went in and telling me excitedly "He's a Boro lad an all, think your Auntie Katie used to babysit him!"
He was delighted for you winning in the end and for once took something as a positive kind of omen for us too, which was unique by itself as almost everything was a harbinger of doom I thought. Perhaps he was extra buoyed by the fact that we'd actually ceased to exist a year earlier which was scary, only to brought back to life by a twenty-something Steve Gibson and a consortium assembled.
We of course went on to finally win something of note nearly 17 years later which I was over the moon that he was around to witness. The strange thing was when we did, his mood more than anything was just speechless incredulity, he was absolutely dumbfounded that such a thing had happened, as deep down I think he still thought that it couldn't be possible.
Such is the mindset of a lot of Boro fans. It's why a fair few of us, though rational adults that otherwise know that witchcraft, horoscopes etc are to be taken extremely sceptically, consider football Hoodoos and omens to have a degree of realism to them that makes them stand out amongst it all. History has taught many generations of Boro fans before our own that there's substance to them, borne out and proven through lifetimes of overall failure from our club, and that deep-seated fear naturally gets passed down from each Generation to the next.
And when you're a kid, the word of your parents is gospel, you know? Even when you grow up some of that remains.
Every time I've been up to the NE I've never found the people there to be anything but sound. Which is why it's a pity to me that these silly 'rivalries' spring up online.