People not from the Teesside area, and without a Teesside family connection, following the Boro

One more to add: a lad called James from SE London/Kent. Used to post on 606 back in the day and will be known to a few on here. His uncle apparently took him to Charlton v Boro in the early 90s, with the intention that it would be his first game as a Charlton fan. We won, and he took up supporting the Boro. No other connection to the area whatsoever
 
One more to add: a lad called James from SE London/Kent. Used to post on 606 back in the day and will be known to a few on here. His uncle apparently took him to Charlton v Boro in the early 90s, with the intention that it would be his first game as a Charlton fan. We won, and he took up supporting the Boro. No other connection to the area whatsoever
I wonder if that was the last day of the season, I think Lennie had just been sacked. We won 2-5 from memory…
 
Knew a girl called Sandra who hailed from Kent. We were in the London branch of the supporters club until we were expelled and became MSS
We never missed a game in the early 80,s she had no connection with the town. Never got to to bottom of why she was a Boro fan.
 
I was living in Burnt Oak, North London aged 8 when my 18 year old sister started seeing, and rapidly married this miserable get from some godforsaken place way up north, 8 hours away on the overnight United Bus from Victoria (apparently), whom she had met at work.

One Friday night he said to me "Hawaydoyouswannacomewimmetothematchtomorralike?" My London ears had no idea what this meant, but I could tell it was a question by the expectation in his face, so I just said yes, hoping that this would stop him speaking to me in that indecipherable accent. My sister later said something to our Mum about a game of football that I was going to see tomorrow on the other side of London, and I realised what it was I had said 'yes' to.

The next day was November 9th 1968, Millwall 2 Boro 0.

It was a baptism of fire. Cold Blow Lane was not a place for faint hearts, but I don't think I had ever been so excited in my life. I was hooked on the Boro, and every match I went to for the next 30 years was with my brother-in-law.

This year my sister and brother-in-law celebrate their 55th wedding anniversary and 73rd birthdays.

So, yes, I do have a Teesside family connection, but essentially, I am a Londoner who has never lived any further north than where I am now (near St Neots, Cambridgeshire) and I have only ever followed the Boro.
 
Hey Picto where the does the user name come from if you don't mind me asking it is ringing a bell with me but can't figure out why lol
 
I'm a true born and bred Northumbrian, and more specifically an Ashingtonian. Before anyone says it yes, we all have a cross to bear ;)

My Dad (RIP - 3 years ago today as it happens) was a staunch Newcastle supporter of course and as a child I used to support Liverpool as a lot of people did in the 1980s. Anyhow, when I was about 8 or so I was getting a ribbing from the people in school for not supporting my local team and so out of spite I said I hated Newcastle and there's no way on God's earth I would ever, ever support the poison that is the Mackems so I decided I'd try to wind them up by briely pretending I supported Boro. It stuck and here I am nearly 40 years later still supporting the Boro and having had my ST for nearly 20 years now.

UTB.
 
@Fattyfoggon, It's from the time when mobile phones (normally a Nokia 3310 - see attached photo) did not have an alphabet to use when sending messages, and you had to press the numbers one, two or three times, depending on which letter you wanted.

So for an 'A" you pressed number 2 once, but for a 'C' you had to press it three times in rapid succession. For a 'Z' you had to press 9 four times!

Anyway, if you tried to write my first and second names on one of these phones, but only pressed the numbers once, auto-correct would kick in and the phone displayed 'Picto Leng'.

There are probably people reading this who cannot believe that this primitive form of messaging ever existed...
 

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I know there a quite a few Scandinavian Boro fans. As Rob mentioned, the Norwegian lads, but there are Boro fans from Finland, Denmark and Sweden.
They occasionally pop in the Nav when over for the weekend. I once bumped into a bunch of them in the Robin at Wigan at an away match a few seasons ago. Great to see.
 
I have supported The Boro for over 50 years but have no connection with the North East being born and bred in South London, I just chose them in 1972 and the only player I knew at that time was Nobby Stiles. I have since converted my wife and my son is a big fan as well. Unfortunately my daughter has stuck fairly local with Arsenal.
 
About twenty years ago I was in a pub in Christchurch , New Zealand. I was chatting to a Maori girl behind the bar. It turned out she was a Boro fan. I asked her how that happened and she explained that she'd lived in London and worked in a pub in the city with a girl from Boro and she'd got into them from there. Even weirder, it turned out that I used to know the barmaid from Boro and her sister. Even weirder, last year I randomly bumped into her (the Boro barmaid) in London and said about meeting her Maori friend all those years ago. It transpired that she knew about it as she's still in touch with her friend who has passed on her love for Boro to her son. O the joy of weird connections.
 
Hi.
25 years a Boro fan, born and still living here in Melbourne. Dad was from Leeds.
Share my Boro passion with my Uncle who lives in Cape Town. First ever game I attended was against Wolves in 1994 at Ayresome Park.

1997 went to a mid week game in Stockport and then against Bradford a few days later around the time Lady Di was killed.

Next was against Norwich in 1998 at the Riverside when I flew over from Melbourne the day before, and then drove down to London to attend the Coca Cola Cup Final the next weekend, then flew back to Melbourne the next day

Saw another at the Riverside in 2003 when we lost 2-5 to Aston Villa.

They are the only six live Boro games I've seen. Every other match has been in the early hours on TV from the other side of the world. See the occasional Boro shirt in Melbourne but pretty rare.

If we make the Playoff final I'm going to bust my **** to get over to the UK if I can jag a ticket.
 
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