Wires crossed between St Andrew’s & St Tropez

As the goals went in last night, the text messages from St Andrew,s dried up. Several minutes after the final whistle, we were still trailing 1-0 according to my mobile phone, the normally reliable Sixer’s Sevens service having gone AWOL.

There’s always BBC Radio Newc**tle. Down in my den at home in the south of France sit two computers. The older, cheaper one inexplicably gives clearer, louder reception while the commentary on the newer model is a few seconds ahead. I chose the slow but audible oldie.

Talk about people attending the same games and seeing different ones. It took me back to careless driving cases at Bishop Auckland Magistrates’ Court, when one motorist would swear this happened as vehemently as the other claimed the opposite.

To Gary Bennett, a passionate Sunderland ex-player and fan whose summaries I enjoy and respect, we were “not at the races”, “probably didn’t deserve a draw”, “got out of jail”. For him, the positive was that we’d avoided defeat despite playing woefully.

Hence the gloomy tone of my running updates on Salut! Sunderland as Sixer’s Stand-in.

I cannot recall it all word-for-word, but it went from something like “0-1…poor marking…playing badly” to “Chopra out of nowhere….” to “Chopra leveller not enough” to “Chopra, John steal draw from drab performance”. All based on the critical but realistic sounding comments of Gary Bennett.

Finally, Sixer’s verdict arrived, not once but twice: “Thoroughly deserved. Chopra’s now one of us.”

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Great expectations

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These two delightful young ladies* were a lot more confident before the game than some of us. I should know because when I chanced upon them as I hurried towards the ground, they told me so.

But no one is getting carried away. Nyron Nosworthy had his feet firmly on the ground when accepting his Man of the Match award on Sky (he wasn’t MOTM in truth, though not too far behind Paul McShane, who was.)

One game, one win. That’s all it really amounts to. If by the end of the week, we are looking at three wins or two wins and a draw, that would be different, but still not enough – given who we face after that – to warrant premature celebrations.

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Chopra delivers a great Premier start

About 20 minutes to go, and on comes Michael Chopra.

Read Sixer’s Sevens. Pete (Sixsmith) didn’t just pluck his seven-word verdict out of nowhere in the euphoria of a victory that put us briefly top of the Premiership.

At that moment when Chopra, Mag turned honorary Mackem, took the field, Pete said: “Just let him grab the winner in the 89th minute and all that bile will be forgotten.”

Okay. It took Chops – as Keano calls him – two or three minutes longer, until the dying seconds of time added on. And then he buried the ball as sweetly as you’d want a striker to do, after superb work – on the right, would you believe – by Ross Wallace, who’d played all game on his natural left.

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We’re off……….Ha’way the Lads

Well, the proof of the pudding is about to be served……….

I am writing this in advance of today’s exciting, and desperately nervous, debut back in the Premiership.

Yes, I’ll be there, provided the arrangements for a crazy weekend return to the UK hold up. And so will Pete Sixsmith; please bear in mind it can be a lot easier – for obvious reasons – for me to get Sixer’s Sevens up when I am NOT at the game than when I am.

So Pete’s verdict will appear, but I cannot say exactly when.

Something else should appear online today with more certainty: a new SAFC website called hawaythelads . The man behind it, Andy Dawson, has also written a book, due out in September on the Quinn/Keane/Drumaville revolution. It’s called An Irish Uprising: How Keano and the Mighty Quinn Saved Sunderland and promises to be a stonking read.

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Great Gaels sweep new support our way; but will it last?

A little while ago, Shane Breslin asked me to write an article for the Irish football website, eleven-a-side.com, of which he is the editor*. Here he returns the favour……

Spurred on by almost blanket coverage in the mass media, Irish interest in the Sunderland story is holding its own against the climax of the Gaelic games season. But whether there will be any longevity to the dalliance remains to be seen.

Last weekend, approximately 110,000 supporters – or, if you will, about wo per cent of the island’s population – turned up at Croke Park as the All-Ireland football and hurling championships reached the knock-out stages. This Saturday and Sunday, with the Dublin hordes snaffling up tickets for their football quarter-final against Derry, that figure should reach 140,000.

But far from being drowned in the swirling rapids of the GAA’s season-end, the Sunderland experience is doing rather more than hanging in there, with whole pages of national broadsheets devoted to it.

Saturday’s Irish Times tried to tap into the growing interest in the Black Cats – I hesitate to call it “support”, in the true sense of the word – by kicking off a weekly column, A Year on the Wear, from the North East based journalist Michael Walker.

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On tour with SAFC: picture postscript

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While waiting for belated confirmation and comment from the official SAFC site – imminent surely – on our capture of Craig Gordon, and indeed while clinging to the hope that more news on the transfer front still lies between now and 12.45pm on Saturday, the temptation to add two more pictures from the Irish tour was irresistible.

And if you are thinking to yourself, “but I see four photographs”, you are right. There is a very good reason for the third and fourth, which I’ll come to in a second.

First things first. Pete Horan, who guided Salut! Sunderland‘s Pete Sixsmith around Ireland sent me an e-mail attaching, as he puts it, “a photo of two dummies” whereas I swear I can count four.

“The photo was taken at Galway Races on Tuesday evening where Sixer’s proven system was to put all of our money on the first race which had a runner called Mr Bones,” Pete (H) reports. “Unfortunately, Mr Bones was as slow as the ‘Flying Pig’ himself, to be sure. I took over betting responsibility after that and we made a modest recovery.”

Both Petes, and a third SAFC follower, can also be seen at the Cliffs of Moher. Look closely, says Pete (H), and you can just about make out Craggy Island in the background.Peteh2

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Draw with Juventus spurs Premier hopes

That was the kind of result we could live with, 1-1 against Juventus in our final pre-season friendly before the opening match, Spurs at home on Saturday.

All the more creditable because we held a lead until the very closing stages and even then had chances to win the game. Fortunately, one of the two photos by “Dkodigital” – he’s a supporter based in Ferryhill; my thanks to him for permission to reproduce his work – captured the scoreboard at just the right time.

Of the reactions I have seen, Roy Keane’s is perhaps the most important, and he managed to combine cautious optimism with realism, while praising the players for making such a good shot of it.

But with nearly 26,000 present at the Stadium of Light and many more watching on TV, the views of fans are also worth recording, and I offer two……

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On tour with SAFC: the West’s awake

By Pete Sixsmith

From Cork to Galway and an easy drive via Limerick and Ennis, we stopped in the town of Gort which has a population of 6,000 of which 1,500 are Brazilians attracted by the meat packing factories in this area.

We looked for Emerson Thome assuming that he would be head honcho but no sign of him.

I last visited Galway 20 years ago when it was just a sleepy university city with a Northern League standard football ground.

Now it is the Celtic Tiger personified, with new industrial estates, shopping centres and houses that look as if they have been transplanted from the suburbs of Northern Virginia or Massachussetts.

In addition it was packed with people flocking from all over the Republic to sample the Galway Races. As keen sportsmen we went along and enjoyed another very Irish sporting occassion.

Like the hurling, it was a very egalitarian event with the toffs rubbing shoulders with the riff-raff. As fully paid up members of the riff-raff brigade we made several bookies richer in the course of the evening as we did a Robin Hood in reverse. And don’t take any notice of Grant Leadbitter the next time he gives you a tip in Boylesports – the one he gave us ran like a cross between Steptoe’s Hercules and the long dead Shergar (Pete Horan did claim to have spotted him in a field but I remain to be convinced).

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Sundireland: hands across the sea

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The new edition of A Love Supreme is not only packed with great reading for traditional Sunderland fans.

It comes, as the editorial proclaims, “drenched in Guinness” and is a must for all our Irish supporters, whether their allegiance is long established or has been inspired more recently by the Quinn/Keane/Drumaville transformation. As many will have seen from the t-shirts, ALS wordsmiths have come up with Sundireland to encapsulate that phenomenon.

My copy arrived here in France as fellow SAFC supporters were heading for Galway, where the Irish pre-season tour ended with the sort of result against limited opposition – 4-0 – that you would expect, even allowing for the unreal ambiance of friendlies that have more to do with the need to build up fitness than scorelines.

Good to see Michael Chopra grabbing a goal, though and even better to hear rumours this morning that his partner upfront could turn out to be none other than Mido, who passes the “proven Premiership” test and is an effective, defence-worrying attacker on his day.

In my own little contribution to ALS Issue 159, I return to the theme of that Irish support, looking at past as well as present displays of affection from Ireland, north and south, towards SAFC.

And I also deal with the less chummy offshoots of that relationship: the Irish ultras who resent fellow countrymen and women who have chosen to follow Sunderland or, indeed, any English club, and their equivalents on our side of the Irish Sea.

If the subject interests you, you will find a short extract from my article on the continuation page. And you will come across plenty of Irish views of all kinds in the lively chatroom of the eleven-a-side site. The site also devotes a lot of space to Sunderland coverage, reflecting the surge of interest in our club.

Read on for the extract from my ALS article and then buy the magazine………

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Of Billy Connolly, feathery dresses and Mag shame

seanlThe story of Sean Landless, boy actor and Sunderland daft, is another of those Celebrity Supporter profiles that need to be read as slices of history.

But it is not for the want of trying that we have so far been unable to make contact with Sean and catch up on what became of the acting, the GCSEs and A levels, the dreams of becoming a pilot…..and most of all, his commitment to SAFC.

An idea from Sean of the emotions he experienced as we slumped towards something he had not known – failure at record levels – will be worth their weight in gold. Did he stick with us? Did he abandon ship, only to return when things came good again? And what of that season ticket renewal?

There are those who know Sean and his more recent activities (see the Comments that have been added since this item was originally posted at Salut! Sunderland).

From Jeff Brown, we learn that the acting may have fallen by the wayside, in favour of working in a pub handy for the Stadium of Light. More exotically, if Finland is exotic, we hear from pilkiSAFC that he’s shot off to Helsinki. But at least – and this is confirmed by his former teacher, Barbara Moffat – he still appears to be SAFC mad.

All, I hope, will be answered soon enough. I am juggling with the technology to promote this article to brief Page One prominence, amid all the pre-season excitement, with the aim of jogging other people’s memories, maybe Sean’s included. The reason it was already on view was simple: my eagerness to post all the remaining Celebrity Supporter articles as soon as I could.

Read about Sean, as he was when we spoke back in November 2001 (the year in which decline took hold, to be followed by relegation the following season), on the continuation page. And be patient: that feathery dress* will be explained……..

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