Melanie Hill: flirting on the Fulwell


When I thank you for the stream of visits to Salut! Sunderland that has sent us rocketing up the Soccerlinks hit parade to the dizzy heights of the mid-40s, “you” includes the away fans attracted by the Who Are You? feature and such controversies as the Ilunga/Jones affair. While I stand by for an invasion by Spurs fans later in the week, ahead of Saturday’s game at White Hart Lane, I will give another airing to an interview from the Celebrity Supporters series that began with 5573 (later renamed Wear Down South), the magazine of the Sunderland supporters’ association London branch, and continued at the old site.

Melanie Hill, whom I described as a “smashing actress known from Bread, Brassed Off and much more” was easily one of the nicest interviewees in the series. She agreed to an interview two days before the fateful Arsenal match in Oct 2002, Peter Reid’s last in charge, and rang again just before kick-off to fix a time. The interview took place the day after Reid’s sacking. As I said at the time, it felt like a whirlwind telephone romance.

Here, for those who missed the interview when it first appeared (and apologies to those for whom it is just a repeat), is one of the stars of our wider support base …

This starts as a tale of two celebrities with strong Sunderland links, of one door opening while the echo of another slamming shut is ringing in the ears.

Peter Reid’s reign had three-and-a-half days to run when a letter arrived in the elegant handwriting of Gina McKee, distinguished star of Notting Hill, Our Friends From the North, Whatever Happened to Jimmy Grimble and The Forsyte Saga but best of all, from our selfish viewpoint, superb narrator of the fly-on-the-wall series about SAFC, Premier Passions. The message was polite but firm; fully 20 months after our first request to her agent, Gina was declining an interview.

While we were still nursing a nasty case of bruised pride, the phone rang. It was Melanie Hill, another actress with a fine reputation, built in her case on roles in Bread, The Playing Field and that wonderful study of a pit closure, Brassed Off. Our approach to Melanie’s agent had been made only days earlier. “It’d be a pleasure,” she said.

The quite different responses should not be held against Gina. She provided her voice-over for Premier Passions without going on location and, beyond having SAFC fans as father and brother, claims no close personal interest in the club. “A fan by proxy” is how her agent had described her in the initial rebuff.

Melanie, on the other hand, was a supporter from the age of six, when her grandfather took her – along with a little chair to stand on – to her first match.

Her love of the club is undiminished even though she is not these days able to attend many games; her passion was diluted only by marriage to Sean Bean, who made her watch Sheffield United (without even the saving grace of Jody Craddock on loan).

The marriage produced two girls, Lorna and Molly, who plainly bring Melanie much pride and joy, but ended in a burst of tabloid-fuelled acrimony. Its collapse did not, however, end her affection for the Blades – not least because her boyfriend, James Daly, who produced When Saturday Comes (starring both Bean and Melanie), is one, too.

But back to her Roker youth. She has lots of memories about the people she knew or met or fancied at football, but they were all in the crowd. She remembers little about the games and, though she has been to the Stadium of Light, can barely recollect what happened even there.

Pressed for names, she mentions Bobby Kerr and poor Mel Holden. Mel, she says, was “such a great character” on the field; she didn’t realise, and I had forgotten until I looked it up, that he was struck down by illness, dying at the appallingly early age of 26.

Melanie’s best SAFC moment came after the family moved briefly to Kent. Now 5573 is a collection of numbers that might strike a chord with a few supporters. Melanie’s May 5 1973 was spent at home in Gillingham watching Sunderland 1 Leeds Utd 0 on the box as her mother went off to meet Uncle David, who had got her a ticket.

“I can still see her that evening, staggering down the street half-cut in the red PVC coat she’d bought specially for the cup final, and carrying a fake cup and a flag. Goodness knows what the neighbours thought. They wouldn’t have understood, but even now I love to think of it…it’s so brilliant to have a memory like that of your mother.”

Through no fault of her own, Melanie was born in Brighton (I cannot get remotely snooty about this since I went one step worse and chose Hove) in 1962. We contrived quite separately to escape north in the first year of our lives, in Melanie’s case back to her mother’s native Sunderland.

After the first visit to Roker Park, she started going with her mother, a teacher, and later on her own. Always the Fulwell, standing in front of a crush barrier to avoid being knocked over. “I just remember the atmosphere,” she says. “You cannot beat going to a big game and hearing all that noise. Our supporters were brilliant and so vocal – usually, anyway. It’s not the same in all-seater stadiums.”

Then came the move to Kent because her dad was a soldier in the Royal Engineers. Back in Sunderland after a year Melanie started going again. “There was a lad called Graham who I fancied like hell…..a sixth-former, unfortunately, way older than me. I admired him from afar.”

At Monkwearmouth school, she was given a small part in a play, playing a slave in The Crucible. No-one else wanted the role but she had a great time and began to see a future in it. Next year it was the lead part in The Blood Wedding and she was accepted by the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. London, after the North East, was “horrible”. “I really hated it for the first six months but I’m glad I stuck it out now.”

It gave her the grounding for an impressive career that has failed, she says with emphasis, to make her a luvvie. She is proud of her role in Hot Money, a TV film about three women who robbed the Bank of England. She appeared with David Suchet in NCS Manhunt. Then there was Aveline Boswell in Bread, one series of Auf Weidersehen Pet, several of The Playing Field – first as a player in a women’s football team, later physio – and, of course, Brassed Off. As Mrs Coco the Scab.

No one who saw the film will need an explanation. For others, Coco – played by Stephen Tompkinson – was the miner reduced to making ends meet as a clown at children’s parties. Virtually the whole cast, Melanie recalls, was in tears when Peter Postlethwaite recorded, in one take, that thundering speech in the Royal Albert Hall after rising from his sick bed to lead the doomed colliery’s brass band to victory in a national competition.

There hasn’t been much time for SAFC in Melanie’s adult life. A couple of games at the Stadium of Light, televised matches down the pub, a stadium tour for her mother, boyfriend and daughters. And lots of Sheffield United as Mrs Bean. “It started because I had to go. I had no choice because what he said went. But I do have a soft spot for them. I like their supporters and always had tremendous respect for Dave Bassett.”

From what she knows, she believes it was time for Reidy to go “though he was let down by the players”. Howard Wilkinson’s appointment mystified her. But talking about the Lads had brought back memories, and got her thinking about going to a game again soon. When I tell her the story of Gina and Premier Passions, she allows herself a touch of mock jealousy. “I’m just miffed they didn’t ask me to do it.”

* Even five years on, I remember Melanie as not only a great subject for the series in the London supporters’ branch magazine Wear Down South but friendly, too. We met up for drinks, a bite to eat and a match, producing a rare point (they were collectors’ items that season) – 1-1 thanks to an even rarer phenomenon (a Tore Andre Flo goal) at Charlton. Fast forward to 2007 – we met again, a few seats apart at the Emirates stadium when we played Arsenal.

Her continued allegiance to SAFC is beyond doubt. To this day, however, Melanie’s Wikipedia entry declares “citation needed” after the statement that she is a “big football fan and grew up supporting Sunderland”.

Colin Randall

4 thoughts on “Melanie Hill: flirting on the Fulwell”

  1. Off-topic but does the Deckchairs’ new stadium name mean we can now email our laughter directly to Newcastle?

  2. I have no doubt that she has a fondness for SAFC. As you say, she just doesn’t want to talk about it – except in the kind of snippet you came across in the Guardian, which I had also seen. There will be more about Gina, and others who “got away”, when the wrap up piece appears here……

  3. Re Gina McKee – ‘a fan by proxy’
    Have you considered the following article:,,359608,00.html
    particularly the fifth paragraph where she admits a ‘fondness to football’ in relation to SAFC?
    It’s obviously not watertight confirmation that Gina’s a fan, but it does mention earlier in the article that she ‘is a refusenik when it comes to discussing her personal life’ – perhaps she’s just shy about her love of the lads?

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