Who are you? We’re Everton

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Breathe deeply if you are anywhere near Everton fans heading for this Sunday’s match and the chances are that you’ll detect an unmistakeable whiff of arrogance. All it took, after so many years of under-achievement, were decent runs this season and last in the Premiership and, lately, back in Europe. Beating us 7-1 did nothing to restrain the swagger, with the result that Salut! Sunderland‘s usual entreaties to away fans fell on deaf Goodison ears. No one bothered so much as to reply from such sites as ToffeeWeb or Vital Everton. So we turned to an Everton exile, Roland Hughes, a colleague in Abu Dhabi who fondly remembers Kevin Kilbane as Zidane, thinks we’ll survive – just – but cockily predicts a comfortable Everton win

This time last year, I considered making Sunderland my second team. There was something about the way they came from nowhere to become promotion favourites that made me look up their results immediately after Everton’s.

There were plenty of times in the early 1990s, when I started following Everton, where I wished for a similar miracle for ourselves after years of underperformance and low expectation. There is no greater satisfaction than doing well when people least expect it.

Sadly, while we continued to underwhelm, with the likes of Marc Hottiger and Gary Ablett on our books, the hoped-for Phoenix-like rise from the ashes never happened. Things are very different now, of course.

That’s why Sunderland’s promotion last season, after they were rooted around the bottom of the table to begin with, was also a victory for teams like Everton, who for years have not attracted the headlines devoted to their richer neighbours. I won’t say it was a victory for the little guys because I’m sure neither of us defines our teams as little.

I grew to like Sunderland too, having lived in Newcastle for a period. To see a team as large as Newcastle get so much support, so many headlines and so much attention – despite achieving so little – made me automatically like their biggest rivals more. But, if I’m being totally honest, there was another reason I was so pleased with the Roy Keane revolution. There was a time in the last few years where we had gained a reputation for being the kind of place where old Man Utd players went to retire or disappear from view completely.

Phil Neville and Tim Howard have, somewhat surprisingly, bucked the trend in recent years. But we shall remain eternally ungrateful for the likes of John O’Kane and Jesper Blomqvist being dumped on our books thanks to Sir Alex’s long-running friendships with our previous managers. Still, having said that, I seem to remember the latter scoring the winning goal for us against Sunderland once.

So, back to the point: thanks, Sunderland. As far as I can count, the Mackems now have at least 463 former Man U players in their squad, essentially turning the club into United reserves.

No longer is Goodison the knackers’ yard for former Reds; instead, Roy Keane is apparently making amends for the manner of his departure from Old Trafford by helping out Sir Alex and snapping up the likes of Phil Bardsley and Jonny Evans.

That trend has continued with the purchase of more ex-Reds, including Paul McShane and, two players I feared may end up at Goodison on bumper pay packets one day, Andy “Andrew” Cole and Kieran “Kevin” Richardson.

Part of me still wanted Sunderland to succeed in the Premiership – in fact, they were my favourites to do best from the three promoted clubs. So, especially given the money they have spent, it is seriously disappointing to see how far down the table they are languishing. Is Keane still in his job because of the season he had last year? Not many managers would still be in their jobs in the Premiership after spending so much money and making so little progress.

So, anyway, my second team is now Hereford.

I have seen Sunderland play only twice, and both games took place this season, once at Goodison where (and please note how long I waited before mentioning this) Sunderland lost 7-1 and once at Old Trafford, where they held out until late on, only to lose to a Louis Saha goal.

All I ask is that Paul McShane be allowed to play again this time around. He was horribly embarrassed by Yakubu and Johnson at Goodison and I was astonished he lasted the whole game without being subbed or sent off. Arteta needed to be able to boss a game for a full 90 minutes, which happens rarely, so the Sunderland game could not have come at a better time.

As for the Old Trafford game back in September, Sunderland did everything a promoted side should do and restricted United to a handful of chances. Sadly, Saha slipped in late on to give United a barely-deserved win.

My abiding memories from that day were Danny Higginbotham throwing himself at everything that came his way, and Kenwyne Jones giving United defenders one of the most difficult 45 minutes they had experienced for some time, on his full debut.

It all looked so promising for Sunderland back then, and there were so many positives to take out of the game even if, after the match, Roy Keane proved to be one of the most awkward people I have ever interviewed.

I am sure Sunderland would not want to be meeting Everton at the moment. We’re in fantastic form and scoring goals for fun, while Yakubu looks like he is starting one of his notorious scoring streaks. The fact we are winning in tricky places like West Ham and Man City does not bode well for Sunderland either.

Having said that, I’m sure Everton don’t fancy the trip up to Wearside much either, since Sunderland boast a surprisingly good home record.

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Soapbox: storm clouds gather

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Time for gloom to descend. Nothing Sunderland fans are not used to; happens at some stage of almost every year and sometimes lasts all season. But if you think the man on the soapbox is looking glummer than usual, it is not your imagination running wild. Pete Sixsmith is a worried man

The beautiful game? I think not.

In truth, I hadn’t expected much of a game at Derby, and in that respect I certainly wasn’t disappointed.

It was a real rock solid, bang on shocker featuring two sides that, on this performance, would hardly grace the Wearside League.

Derby were appalling, worse than we were two years ago. The rocket that Jewell gave them last week obviously had some effect and they did not collapse as readily as they had at the JJB but they offered nothing other than strongarm tactics against a side that does not like to mix it. Moore and Miller were the worst culprits, whacking Jones, Evans and Nosworthy across the face with gay abandon and being told off by the supremely ineffective Mike Riley, of whom more later.

But if Derby were appalling, what does that make us?

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Observing the Lads from near and far (2)

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Salut! Sunderland had to settle for text messages for the worrying updates from Pride Park. That made a change; out here in the UAE, you can usually count on seeing every game live. This time, domestic needs intervened. The last interruption to normal service had been when Dubya came to Dubai (and, more importantly, Abu Dhabi), as I explain in this article for the new edition of A Love Supreme

Whatever else he has to answer for around the world, President George W Bush has surely now gone too far. Thousands of miles from my home, even more thousands from his, he stopped me watching the Lads win.

Just now, four home wins on the trot leaves me as chuffed as any Sunderland fan. But it’s hardly been the easiest of seasons, and at the time President Bush came to town – the town in question being Abu Dhabi – the experience of seeing a SAFC victory was a distinct rarity.

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Observing the Lads from near and far (1)

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Most weeks, the view from Abu Dhabi on the latest contentious refereeing or linesman’s decision to cost Sunderland points is as quick and reliable as that from the Stadium of Light or the assorted away grounds where we have under-performed all season.

That’s because I get to see most games live, courtesy of the Showtime sports channels here. I would normally expect to know the truth of each incident very soon after it happened. I’d rather be at the game, but it’s a useful consolation prize.

Pete Sixsmith, pictured above, thinks Michael Chopra was “probably not” offside when denied a goal close to half time at Derby. I cannot shed my usual light on the matter.

On Friday, the highly efficient Sue, bar manager at the expats’ club where I see most matches, rang with bad news. “I know you like to come here to see Sunderland games, and that we are advertising Derby v Sunderland for this weekend,” she said. “Unfortunately there’s a clash of channels and we cannot show if after all.”

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Soapbox: Monday night fever

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What is the secret of our 1973 FA Cup triumph? What would Bob Stokoe give the Lads just before they ran out for games? Why doesn’t Paul Bracewell get the beer in? Pete Sixsmith has answers to two of those questions

Monday nights in the Sixsmith household are usually fairly routine and predictable.

Return from work, feed the cat, warm up a Ready Meal, do the ironing and then contemplate the delights of having to face a group of 16-year-old reluctant learners the next day. Occasionally, Setanta come up trumps with a game from the Premier League or the Conference but usually Monday is mundane-day.

Not this Monday. Along with and 300 other special guests (some of whom I knew – so not that special, eh), I spent a great evening in the company of Micky Horswill, Paul Bracewell, Kevin Ball, Craig Gordon and Roger Tames at a Century Radio Fans’ Night in the Stadium of Light Sports Bar.

What an entertaining evening. All four players had a fund of good stories to tell and Tames handled it superbly. Someone made the inevitable crack about Nookie Bear (for the uninitiated, Tames is a dead ringer for Roger de Courcey, aka the world’s worst ventriloquist), but he clearly knew and understood the psyche of the players and the audience.

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SAFC youngsters: from snowy hell to semis heaven

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Pete Sixmsmith wasn’t at the Valley last night, but the text message that dropped as I slept nearly 4,000 miles away read like the first under-18s edition of Sixer’s Sevens: “Youth team won two one at Charlton.”

So Kevin Ball’s Class of ’08 are through to the semi-finals of the FA Youth Cup with only Man City standing in the way of further glory. The goals came from Martyn Waghorn, pictured courtesy of A Love Supreme, and Jordan Henderson.

Salut! Sunderland once again salutes Bally and his promising squad on a stonking cup run. And thanks to my penfriends at the Blackcats forum, I can bring more news and comment from the game:

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Who are you? We’re Derby

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After all the must-win home games we somehow managed to win, here comes the must-win away tie. If we cannot get three points at Derby, where can we win? Nick Britten, the tall one in the middle at the Wembley playoff final last season, counts Danny Higginbotham as a mate, but is a diehard County fan with a column on the matchday programme, The Ram. He limits his immediate hopes to avoiding Sunderland’s hard-won title of worst ever Premiership team. So guess how he thinks it will go on Saturday? A fluke home win for his “insipid, clueless and lacking in desire” team

Sunderland are annoying me. Mostly because I feel we have a huge amount in common as clubs, yet in recent times they just seem to be doing things better. When we went on a roll last season, so did Sunderland and beat us to the promotion punch.

When we looked to spend in the summer, so did Sunderland and landed our prime target, Kenwyne Jones. When we both needed to get results to keep us in with a chance of staying up, guess who won their matches?

Neither team this season is likely to have punters in Hawaii rushing to buy tickets for the 39th game, but that’s not what it’s about.

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Soapbox: yet another bad day at the office

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Another away defeat, but this time Pete Sixsmith knew the script so well that even a new roof over the visitors’ end couldn’t lure him to Fratton Park to suffer in person

These away games pieces are getting easier and easier to write.

Plenty of effort, lots of huffing and puffing, no penetration and a ropey referees decision that costs us the game.

Roy comes on TV and radio and says we have to be better and that some of the players need to be more aware of things. Pundits nod sagely and the whole thing is put to bed until we win the next home game.

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Who are you? We’re Pompey

Smug feelings about our 2-0 win over Portsmouth were still strong when Salut! Sunderland went in search of a Pompey fan to write about Saturday’s return fixture. The choices were plentiful: Peter Allen, friend and fellow journalist in Paris; Robert Hardman, another former colleague; Brian Oliver, esteemed sports editor of the UK’s best national newspaper, The Observer. But the search ended neither in Paris nor London, nor on the Hampshire coast, but – thanks to the fans’ site pompeyonline – roughly the same distance from our ground as was travelled by Carlos Edwards’s winner against Burnley. Let Equinox introduce himself and tell his own story……

“Equinox” lives in East Boldon. Yes that’s right, East Boldon, just a gnat’s wing away from your beloved SoL.

I am one of just four known Pompey fans in the North-east of England. Born and raised in Portsmouth – oh and by the way, the pronunciation is ‘Portsmth’ not ‘portsMOUTH’ but to be on the safe side call it Pompey and you’ll make friends – I have lived and worked in the North East since 1989, including a spell prosecuting at Sunderland Magistrates’ Court (as good a reason as any to use an alias!).

And why “Equinox”? Well, the equinox is the highest point the Sun reaches in its annual travels, and at the time I joined the fans’ forums on the net I was the farthest north Pompey fan we had; I was the equinox!

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Soapbox: another Saturday away from the Stadium of Light

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Pete Sixsmith profits from a SAFC-free weekend to take in games at Ashington and Ryton, plot his book on the fate of proper old football grounds, hail Big Cec Irwin and question moves to stamp out of swearing on the pitch

Being out of the cup gives people like me a chance to get to clubs and grounds that we sometimes struggle to visit.

A couple of weeks ago on Fourth Round day, I went to Consett, once the Red Dust capital of the UK, and watched an exhilarating Vase replay against the swells and toffs of Poole Town.

No Vase replays this weekend, so it was a question of looking round for something interesting. I found a good one on the Friday night at Ashington and a not so good one on the Saturday at Ryton.

Ashington are leaving their atmospheric and evocative home of Portland Park for the usual soulless, IKEA ground on the edge of town. Asda have decided that the good citizens of Ashington need a bigger supermarket so the obvious place for expansion is the local football ground.

So, yet another old ground (used by the Colliers in their Football League days in the 1920s) becomes yet another temple of consumerism.

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