I can’t remember much about the game but I know it ended 1-1 and the crowd were incredibly noisy, I also was fascinated by the peanut seller shouting, “peanuts, tanner a bag”. To a small kid, the players were huge and I was sat on the little wall around the cinder track in the enclosure next to the corner flag, under the stand.
Turning to their supporters and chanting ‘you’re not singing anymore’ with the whole stadium was great. Left St.James’ Park and went to the pub, we did the ‘Ameobi’ and it was the best thing I have ever done.
The only goal of the game was scored by the great Len White, striding forward down the left side of the pitch and smashing the ball in typical style into the Leazes goal. I was in the old popular side near the front.
It was a rainy night in October 1997 when I first developed a taste for self-punishment. When the new football season had started I’d begged my dad to take me along to the match (he was a season ticket holder) because a few of my mates at school had been and the Premier League sticker collection was second only to actually going to a match.