Hilary Fawcett has proclaimed her admiration of Sir Alex Ferguson, whose many achievements include making everyone at Salut! Sunderland feel impossibly young. That doesn’t stop her taking a bit of pleasure, even before we saw off Mancini City, in the ruination of his 70th birthday party …
This is a day every Sunderland supporter will savour for a long time. Martin O’Neill was forced by injuries and …
This is where Pete Sixsmith captures the glory and shame, hope and despair, excitement and ennui of the Sunderland matchday experience. When, rarely, Pete is absent or delayed, a supersub does it for him and the seven-word verdict is preceded by an asterisk. Pete’s full analysis of the game will usually appear within a day or two. Today was a day of unqualified glory.
Oops. A draft version of Salut! Sunderland‘s “Who are You?” interview with a supporter of Chelsea appeared here during the …
As the old order crumbles, a new era begins in this, the fourth and final part of Salut! Sunderland‘s review of the year.
Last season, we got one. It took a fabulous (for us) miss from Tevez and other wasteful City play to keep us in it, but Darren Bent’s last-gasp penalty brought us a massive win. Just imagine what a similar scoreline tomorrow would mean for morale at the Stadium of Light. It is a big, big ask but here’s to the immense performance needed to pull it off.
The third part of Salut! Sunderland‘s look back on the year – makes a change from looking back on the past week – takes in all the hopes of summer, the false dawn of that spirited opening day fightback at Anfield and the start of the abysmal sequence that finally cost Steve Bruce his job.
The second part in our four part-series on the ups and downs of 2011 starts in April with lots left for Sunderland to play for. The small matter of survival springs to mind.
Lots of other people do it so why not Salut! Sunderland? We publish so much material that choosing bits to represent a whole year is a tall order. Here goes in any case with the first quarter of 2011 as seen through this site’s eyes.
Only Leon truly knows if he was a cheater at the Stadium of Light. Some things are more certain: Cheeta, for example, was a chimp. And Pete Sixsmith clearly has too much time on his hands. Who would have thought being driven in disgust from a match at Highbury would lead him to an exhibition of the Tarzan star’s art? Or that he’d write about it in honour of the poor beast’s death?
