It’s the Hope That Keeps Us Going…

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DANIEL KING 11 BEDE ENGLISH MR BAKER

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It’s the Hope That Keeps Us Going…

Well, when beginning to write this coursework I wondered of a time when I felt all sorts of emotions, and after lots of thought I decided that Monday 25th of May 1998 was one of the most up and down experience of my life, Wembley 98

Well really the adventure of ‘Wembley 98’ started on the 24th of May. We left Sunderland early me my two cousins Rob & Richard me Dad and me Uncle Richard. As soon as I entered the car I knew the importance of this match because me dad began to call it the 10 million pound match that’s how much money was involved for both sides if they were promoted.

That moment in the car it really hit me this would be the most important match of my life minus Wimbledon ’97 were we lost and were left in agony for so many minutes which seemed like a lifetime waiting for the Spurs/Coventry result. Well typical Sunderland we lost and were relegated.

But the people of Sunderland differently felt the same as me about this match as football fever had been bubbling under the surface for months and now it had finally took over the city. The amazing scenes of people queuing up to three to four days in advance for their tickets were amazing.

My dad said the fever was almost as deep as ’73 and a lot deeper than what I can remember of ’92.

It seemed that every one from Sunderland were travailing down it seemed like the red & white army were heading south for a mass invasion of London.

As we travelled down a ‘Geordie’ got in between a group of about 100 Sunderland cars and mini buses UN real the torture that bloke and his family received that day.

We were stopping at a hotel over night we got there, checked in, had a shower, and hit London at the age of 12, it was exciting. We went to china town in Soho first of all for something to eat. Then we went to Covent Garden to meet up with my Dads mates. They drunk there until about 11 and then me dad who was slightly drunk at this point said well follow tradition son and go to Trafalgar Square another group of lads came with us down there. There was about 40 going down to Trafalgar Square altogether.

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Then we got there, it was packed. Full of Red & White!  People were on the monument drinking, drink was being passed around people were dancing in the fountains, and me, me dad and all the lads went on the monument me and Rob sat on the lion singing until about 2 in the morning. When we got back to the hotel I had lost my voice from chanting Super Kevin Phillips all night.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of snoring and woke are Rob up we decided to go down for breakfast Together.

We had a ...

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