Gavin Stewart

It was time in any case for another look at Kate Adie*, one of the finest TV news reporters this country has produced but more importantly, for the purposes of Salut! Sunderland, a fan since girlhood of SAFC. Occasionally, someone pops up at 606 or Ready to Go alleging that Kate isn’t really a supporter. All I can say is that it is now 35 years since my first conversation with her about our shared Sunderland passion. She is utterly genuine about it. In due course, I may be able to persuade Kate to update this piece written for my series on celebrity supporters at Wear Down South, magazine of the London and SE branch of the SAFC Supporters’ Assocation. But in the run-up to Sunday’s Wear-Tyne derby, it is worth refreshing memories of the original if only because of a lovely anecdote from one of those delicious 2-1 victories under Peter Reid at St James’ Park …

Kate was late, late enough to make Wear Down South fear it was being stood up. Calls to the BBC at first failed to track her down. Scandalously, two switchboard operators denied knowledge of her.

“How were you spelling the surname?” asked one.

Finally, a message reached the woman who, whether or not Broadcasting House knows it, is Britain’s best-known television reporter*. Kate immediately rang my mobile with abject apologies; she had been horribly delayed by transport problems, but the drinks would be on her later.

Since a beer or two at a riverside pub has the edge on coffee at the Royal Institute of British Architects cafe – our original plan – all was forgiven.

Most of us know the outline of Kate’s links with Sunderland. For even longer than she has been the journalist who confirms that a war/uprising/event is serious just by turning up. Kate Adie has been a Sunderland supporter.

Back in the early 1960s, the young Adie could be found every other Saturday afternoon standing with schoolfriends in that corner of the paddock where the main stand met the Fulwell end.

The matchday ritual would begin around noon. “You didn’t go by bus, but flogged your way slowly across town, along Fawcett Street and over the bridge to join this huge stream of people heading towards Roker Park.”

One Black Cat, One Blackish
Picture: A&T

Kate, almost certainly Sunderland’s most famous living daughter, was born 56 years ago this month (NB: at time of interview, 2002; she is now 64). Her adoptive parents sent her to the Church High School -”a very nice school” – and she confesses to a degree of youthful snootiness about the rest of County Durham.

“I remember thinking how curious it was as you got nearer the ground to see all these rather ancient buses full of supporters from Tow Law or Spenymoor or Crook.

“They seemed such far-off places. The small towns and pit villages were somehow seen as separate from Sunderland, and the one time that the divide was breached was at the match.”

Speak to Kate about Sunderland and you are left in no doubt about her strength of feeling for the city – or “town”, as she still calls it through force of habit – and the club. What you do not get is a fund of detailed memories of specific games or players.

Many years ago, when I interviewed her for A Love Supreme, she described herself as a “typical female fan”.

As if to live up to the stereotype, she went on to recall seeing Brian Clough sustain his career-wrecking injury “going up for a header”, when most of us who were there have an entirely different recollection of the incident.

Kate’s explanation runs like this: “I am not a sports fan per se. I never read the sports pages, except for particularly good writers.

“But if you show me a good game or contest in any sport, I love it. I love the Home rugby internationals, for example, or a really good, intense cricket match.”

Yet she cannot deny that with football, the feeling is “more ingrained”.

Take November 18 2000. Kate had bumped into Bob Murray (then chairman) and come away with an invitation to join the Sunderland contingent in the directors’ box at St James’ Park.

“What a wonderful game,” she said. “One of those occasions that make it all worthwhile.

“I’ll never forget it: Newcastle scoring and everyone around you leaping to their feet, leaving you sitting there feeling none too comfortable. Then us scoring twice, and being one of a handful of people standing up and roaring. It was a very weird feeling, like taking your clothes off in front of a crowd.”

Life as a roving reporter, liable to be despatched without notice to any troubled corner of the world, has stopped Kate from getting to more than a handful of games each season.

But she has always kept in touch; sometimes when she is abroad, as in Sierra Leone or Bosnia, she comes across SAFC-supporting servicemen who rely on her access to satellite technology to get a result quicker than they can.

“But I don’t fret over individual games,” she said. “I am much more concerned about the pattern of how we are doing over a season.”

She sees football as “a great communal occasion”, a rock on which Sunderland can build its future.

“I make myself unpopular for saying so, but however proud we are of our history, shipbuilding is dead and gone and we have to move on.

“The new stadium is a great piece of modern architecture, something people can be proud of. Thank God it was built in the centre. I so strongly believe that if it had gone to Washington, that would have been the time to throw yourself off the cliffs.”

Kate’s links with the club seem set to grow stronger. She is involved in SoL community initiatives, and “with all sorts of little things” likely to take her more often to the North East, she is also hoping to see more of the Lads and be, as she put it herself, “a proper supporter again”.

That will leave one bit of unfinished business. Among her clutch of awards – OBE in 1993, honorary professor of broadcasting and journalism at Sunderland University in 1995 and so on – she is a Freeman of Sunderland.

This entitles her to drive her sheep across Wearmouth Bridge. “And one day, even if it’s just one sheep, I fully intend to do so.”

More importantly, she was – and is – a Sunderland supporter.

* Kate Adie,When we last met back in 2002, she had been BBC TV’s chief news correspondent since 1989.’s stint as the BBC’s chief news correspondent ended in Dec 2002, a few months after our meeting for the above interview. She continued to work for the BBC, for example as presenter of From Our Own Correspondent on Radio 4. A fisftful of awards bears witness to the achievements iof a woman forever associated with trademark war zone accessories of pearl earrings and flak jacket.

The following is an extract from Wikipedia giving her most recent professional activities:
” … published a best-selling autobiography in 2002. A second book, Corsets to Camouflage: Women and War, was published in 2003. In 2005, Adie published her third book Nobody’s Child. This covers the history of foundling children and questions of identity. A fourth book, Into Danger: People Who Risk Their Lives for Work was published in September 2008.
Adie was awarded an OBE in 1993 and won the Richard Dimbleby Award from BAFTA in 1990. She has honorary degrees from 10 universities, is an Honorary Professor of Journalism at the University of Sunderland, and has three Honorary Fellowships.”

Interview: Colin Randall

Like the look of Chelsea? Gasp in admiration at Man United’s trophy cupboard? Fine, then let’s become a supporter. We can always find out where the place is later. Colin Randall, conscious of his own origins as far due south of Wearside as is possible without falling into the sea, takes a whimsical look at the hoops we should expect to go through before being regarded as genuine supporters of our chosen clubs …

Photograph of the Roker Park queues for1973 Cup Final tickets reproduced by kind permission of the Sunderland Echo

What are the tests a supporter should pass to qualify as a real fan of the team he or she follows, as opposed to a bandwagon jumper?

I have my own set of rules.

You are entitled to support Sunderland or Melchester Rovers or whoever IF one of the following applies:

You do NOT qualify IF:

1 You decided to support the club because it seemed to be very successful or had just won something important

2 You liked the club’s name

3 All the lads at school put club names in a hat and you had to promise to support the one you pulled out

That’s all dogmatic enough and I’m aware of another rule: the one about glasshouses and stone-throwing.

I believe I match up to my own demands on proper football support on rules 1-3 of eligibility. I was born far away from Sunderland – in Hove for heaven’s sake – but my family, which had many roots in the North East, Sunderland included, moved to Shildon, County Durham when I was a few months old.

Sunderland was always known as the County Durham team, whatever fiddling was later done with local authority boundaries to create Tyne and Wear. Quite simply, if you grew up in what I do not remember being called, in those days, The Land of the Prince Bishops, you supported SAFC and Durham County Cricket Club. Allowances were made if your bit of Durham was so close to Newcastle or Middlesbrough to make one of them the more obvious choice.

You could be much stricter than this, and some people are. They argue that the right to support a club is determined by one thing and one thing alone: place of birth.

But if you applied the letter of that law, it would exclude all sorts of people with long-established family traditions of support or strong links developed in one way or another with the club in question. In Sunderland’s case, it would disenfranchise thousands upon thousands of people who have, like me, always regarded the whole of County Durham as a legitimate catchment area. If only people born and bred in Sunderland were allowed to support the team, the attendances over the years would have been much lower.

Look at this girlhood memory of Kate Adie, from an interview for the Celebrity Supporters series that began life in the magazine of the SAFC Supporters’ Association London and SE branch.

“I remember thinking how curious it was as you got nearer the ground to see all these rather ancient buses full of supporters from Tow Law or Spenymoor or Crook. They seemed such far-off places. The small towns and pit villages were somehow seen as separate from Sunderland, and the one time that the divide was breached was at the match.”

I’ll go even further. Sir Tim Rice would expect to be disqualified under my ineligibility rule number two. He and his school pals were deciding who they should follow, and young Timothy liked the name of Sunderland. Yet no one could doubt that he has become an ardent and loyal fan.

Read the interview he gave me a few years ago and see if you agree:

http://salutsunderland.FootballUNITED.com/2007/03/rice-crisply-lyrical-about-the-lads/

Ineligibility rule one might also shunt Lance Hardy, author of the 1973 FA Cup final book, into the sidings of football support. At home in Nottinghamshire as a very young boy, he was placed in front of the television on May 5 of that year and told to shout for the Lads against Leeds. He has supported us passionately ever since.

So maybe my rules are not rules at all but guidelines. There has to be flexibility. What do others think?

You can learn more about the origins and depth of Lance’s allegiance to Sunderland AFC, and about his book, Stokoe, Sunderland and ‘73: The Story of the Greatest FA Cup Final Shock of All Time. when my interview with him is posted at Salut! Sunderland in the next few days.

Boxing Day football. A 40,000 plus gate for a home game against opponents from the North West brings back unfortunate memories …

My first Boxing Day at Roker Park.

We’re second placed and it looks like being a promotion season.

Bury are the opposition, and again – at Gigg Lane – in a few days. They’re up near the top, too, but a couple of wins seems eminently attainable, a win at home and a draw away surely the least we can expect.

The team: Monty; Nelson, Ashurst; Harvey, Hurley, McNab; Davidson, Herd, Clough, Fogarty, Mulhall.

But visitors from Lancashire score the only goal, Charlie Hurley misses a penalty and, worst of all, Brian Clough suffers an ultimately career-wrecking injury in a one-one-one with the Bury keeper Chris Harker.

I remember it as if it were yesterday, not 48 years ago tomorrow. I was on the Fulwell with Pete Sixsmith. And not far away, in the main stand paddock by the Fulwell corner flag, was Kate Adie.

Her recollection, as I have previously explained, is a little less accurate. She thought Cloughie was hurt “going up for a header”.

So we lost. And again, by 3-0, at Bury. The defeats were among the events that defined our season and another 1-0 reverse, against Chelsea in the last game of the season, allowed them to go up instead of us. Promotion had to wait another year.

Let us fervently hope that visitors from Lancashire fail tomorrow where Bury succeeded. Three points for us, however they come, will get our season back on track – and make us a little more confident about the difficult trips to Blackburn on Monday, and Everton not long afterwards.

Colin Randall