Sunderland Til I Die 3



Less matches to play might come into play if the season must end in 57 days...

It’s a wrap. Boris is going to emerge from hospital newly serious about the Virus. The season is finished and we’re stuck in League one whichever way they decide to sort it.
 
After a long drawn out transfer window of playing cat and mouse with targets, we end up singing nobody. Several crucial players get injured and we limp along in the league doing the best we can but somehow it's just not quite good enough. Amazingly we have a cup run and against all odds, we manage to get to Wembley for the FA Cup Final. The North East descends en masse on London with mass drinking sessions and parties kicking off in Trafalgar Square and Covent Garden. The Met police look on amused at everyone enjoying themselves. We get up the next day and Wembley Way is full of high spirited people dancing and singing haway the lads all the way along. We play well in the first half and magically score. The whole Sunderland end goes absolutely mental with limbs all over the shop. Everyone is hyped up at half time. This is finally our year! We start the second half brightly but drop back and end up defending our arses off. Pressure mounts and they score in the 89th minute. Linesman signals four minutes of extra time. All the Sunderland supporters look at each other saying "where the hell did that come from?" We hang on but they manage to break through on the 93rd minute and score. The series plays out with the faces of tearful supporters trudging down Wembley Way for their long journey back home and wondering if it will ever be our day.
 
We will most probably do what other clubs have done in the past line Leicester and Leeds, spend a long time rebuilding and make slow but steady progress which leads to promotion, then we all remember that being in the prem is mostly just about avoiding relegation which makes is yearn for top of the table games like the 3-2 Burnley game.
Yes hopefully this.
 
Stuart Donald is unable to compete financially with the newly formed Sunderland Albion, forcing the former to go bust. The taxi driver looses his job to Uber, and the vicar converts to Islam :(
 
After a long drawn out transfer window of playing cat and mouse with targets, we end up singing nobody. Several crucial players get injured and we limp along in the league doing the best we can but somehow it's just not quite good enough. Amazingly we have a cup run and against all odds, we manage to get to Wembley for the FA Cup Final. The North East descends en masse on London with mass drinking sessions and parties kicking off in Trafalgar Square and Covent Garden. The Met police look on amused at everyone enjoying themselves. We get up the next day and Wembley Way is full of high spirited people dancing and singing haway the lads all the way along. We play well in the first half and magically score. The whole Sunderland end goes absolutely mental with limbs all over the shop. Everyone is hyped up at half time. This is finally our year! We start the second half brightly but drop back and end up defending our arses off. Pressure mounts and they score in the 89th minute. Linesman signals four minutes of extra time. All the Sunderland supporters look at each other saying "where the hell did that come from?" We hang on but they manage to break through on the 93rd minute and score. The series plays out with the faces of tearful supporters trudging down Wembley Way for their long journey back home and wondering if it will ever be our day.
Sounds very familiar.
 

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