Salut! Sunderland recovers from the rigours of a busy week on the transfer front to resume its summer series of classics from the short but edifying life of the SAFC fanzine It’s The Hope I Can’t Stand. This, roughly maintaining the slightly worrying theme of his first article on travelling away with Sunderland, is Dave “Chalkie” Dawson’s description of the day committing a public nuisance came close to being a case of mass indecent exposure …
Opening game of the season: Hull City 3 Sunderland 0.
It got better, in the old Division Two, for us and and it got a whole lot worse for Hull.
We recovered sufficiently from a gloomy start – one win in 10 for Jimmy Adamson and his Lads – to finish sixth when the season ended on April 29 1978, and we went up with Leicester (not Liverpool as inexplicably appeared here earlier: see comments) two seasons later under Ken Knighton. Hull, sadly, ended up bottom.
Dave Dawson was there. The day was an eye-opener in many ways. He was to watch in admiration how seasoned away travellers coped with the natural consequences of consuming large quantities of liquid when the need to proceed at speed along the motorway to make kickoff made repeated stops impractical.
On this occasion, Dave was helped by Geoff Mallin. Their collaboration produced a great read. Click on the images to magnify the text.