The text messages from Pete Sixsmith had me worried before the game started. He just seemed too cocky for a lifelong Sunderland supporter.
“Sat in great pub in Lichfield,” ran the first. “Ha’way the Lads.”
Then, just before kick-off at St Andrew’s, it was: “Fabulous following.”
The realism – in other words pessimism – you acquire as a red and white then made me seriously afraid that the next two texts would be 0-1, 0-2.