And so it goes again. The Sunderland afc swing-o-meter takes us to hell and moderate happiness. Two defeats followed by three wins and to top it all off Kevin Kilbane has gone. There is a god and this week he is wearing his red and white stripes, lets hope he likes the feel of it.
Sadly though something has gone missing during our mini run of victories. The disdain for Bob Murray seems to have vanished. Is he now a good chairman? Is he shite. Come on people lets not forget, Bob Murray has to be reminded of his many, many weaknesses and if possible forced into his retirement caravan in Jersey. Only then can we ever hope of regaining our rightful place as Premier league also- rans.
Kevin Kilbane: I am sure that you are a lovely lad, indeed you come across as one on the television and radio but I have to say that I for one am amazed that football has given you such a good living. To put it simply you are not good enough .Be assured that the fault of your bad times at Sunderland were not the fault of the fans of Sunderland. Your piss poor performances and your obvious hiding saw to that. Some misguided fools claimed that you put the effort in. If effort is finding the nearest defender to avoid receiving the ball is effort, then yes you did. I am sure that the Everton fans will have the same opinion of you assuming you get a run out for them. I may have sounded harsh on you but sometimes only the truth will do. And perversely the truth here is that I wish you well.
The Premier league. Stick it up your arse! Whilst most want to be in it, I for one don’t. We can never win it, only hope to survive. Now the new television deal has all but killed off traditional football kick off times and now matches are played with only the needs of the committed armchair fans in mind. Shortly the travelling Newcastle fans have to go to Highbury on a Friday night. Not because they want to. Not because they all have a wedding to go to the next day (although to be fair, some of their parents are married eventually). All because of Sky fucking television and it’s total disregard for football fans who get off their arses to go. Richard Keys, a man who hands are far to hairy to be trusted, and his select band of dull ex-footballing mates constantly harp on about passion for the game and how the premier league is the most exciting in the world. Tell that to all the clubs who are anchored financially in the Nationwide leagues living day to day after a failed attempt to live the Sky dream. We are on the precipice of financial meltdown all because of bad decisions made in chasing the Sky dollar. You have a lot to answer for from your ivory towers.
Gary Breen or when it was first mooted that we were to sign him, Gary Fucking Breen. What can we say? In your very short so far Sunderland career you are our best centre half since Steve Bould. Keep it up lad.
Onto this season so far. A fair but toothless performance at Forest followed by a frankly bollocks one at Home against Millwall. Then came the turning point, Preston away. Thanks to Sky (thanks my arse) the whole country could tune in to see if we could be totally humiliated and become the worst team in history. Thankfully it did not happen. Now Sky can wander off and prey for another disaster to occur so that they can cover “history in the making.” This was the game that marked the start of Marcus Stewart’s welcome return to form. Twenty-five goals from him this season nee bother man.
Watford at home saw another win, if a little dull. Bradford though, fucking great. Every time we crossed the half way line we looked like scoring. For the first time in ages, Sunderland fans had smiles on their faces. And no one deserves it more than us. It is far, far better winning handsomely in the Nationwide than losing in the Premier league, long may it continue.
Finally a word or two on the ‘crisis’ up the road at Sid James palace of mirth. Get a grip you sad wankers. You have only lost three games, not 17 in a row. Of course I hope it continues as it is great fun watching all of your Keegan come lately fans squealing like stuck pigs and throwing their rattles out of their prams. And how good would it be if the stress got to Supermac so much that he had a none fatal stroke live on air during the three legends and left him unharmed apart from unusable vocal chords. We can dream!