Relegation: it’s still Bournemouth and Watford. Can Leicester and Norwich relax?

John McCormick:
John McCormick: I’m biased. Are you?

Strange, isn’t it? I spend Monday evening idly browsing the MLS (aka Major League Soccer) website trying to work out how it (the league, not the website) operates and then along comes David Millward with a piece about a football convention in the USA. I wonder if the fans he mixed with can get their heads around relegation and promotion better than I can handle the subtleties of the MLS.

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Fifty years of Sunderland openers: (5) not sent to Coventry

Jake offers no crest and no ship, just unmistakeable SAFC
Jake offers no crest and no ship, just unmistakeable SAFC

We thought it was all over. It will be now, or once this has been published. Pete Sixsmith had presented one last look back over opening games selected from his half century of Sunderland support, and it had promptly been overlooked. Here, then, is his recollection of one he missed – which was perhaps just as well. See the rest of the series at https://safc.blog/category/fifty-years-before-the-red-and-white-mast-2/

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Dodgy-ng relegation

John McCormick:
John McCormick: History. Is it all bunk?

This post is about relegation, something never far from our minds, and who this season’s three might be. Over the summer I looked over a little bit of history and generated some numbers in order to bring you more of my dodgy predictions. Enjoy them or argue with them as you will. Just don’t nick the family allowance and run off to the bookies.

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Sixer’s Cardiff Soapbox: sometimes life is just beer and skittles (or football)

Never one to miss the opportunity to combine two of his favourite pastimes, real ale and watching footy, Pete Sixsmith took advantage of the holiday fixture list to take a tour of the English Midlands and Welsh Borders to work off his post Christmas over indulgence by over indulging some more. Having taken the Supporters’ coach to and from Merseyside he turned his trip to Cardiff into a mini break and leaves him just a little more optimistic than he had been a week earlier.

CARDIFF REDS GET LAST MINUTE BLUES.SoapboxCARDIFF

Apologies, dear readers, for the delay, but Sixsmith has been meandering around this green and pleasant land on his way to and from Cardiff, sampling beers, ticking off grounds and seeing road signs to places that have only been read about – of which more later.

The result at Cardiff was undoubtedly a good one, the performance less so. Every one of the 1200 Sunderland fans, standing in the corner of The Vincent Tan Memorial Stadium, sponsored by SunglassesForYou, was absolutely delighted with the two late goals which dragged us into the relegation scrap rather than becoming the equivalent of Robert Redford in All Is Lost – cast adrift and without hope.

Despite turning in a distinctly moderate performance for 80 minutes, we took advantage of an over cautious Cardiff temporary manager and showed tremendous heart and commitment to claw back the deficit.

Once Fletcher had got us back into the game – and what a good goal it was – there was a feeling amongst the raucous and ever so impressive Sunderland support, that we might just get something. Roberge nearly got the leveller (would have made up for his awful error to give them the opener) and shots were blocked, saved and went over the bar and round the post, before their full back decided to give the ball to Ki and his short pass was put away by Colback, with help from a massive deflection by the hitherto resolute Stephen Caulker.

For me, the game hinged on substitutions. Colback and Gardener gave us a bit more strength in the centre and David Kerslake took off their most effective player, Kim Bo-Kyung, who had tackled well and had got in the faces of our midfield and stopped us moving the ball around. He had also had a couple of interesting tussles with Dossena in the six yard box, which the excellent Chris Foy treated it as a teacher on Yard Duty would when he sees two Year 7’s circling each other – a kind of amused detachment.

His departure gave us a chance to get hold of midfield and Cardiff suddenly looked a very nervous team indeed. Kim’s absence allowed Giaccherini to come into the game and his sublime ball to Fletcher brought us back from the dead. Then came the equaliser and all hell broke loose as grown men wept and wailed and rent their clothing and gave praise to the Lord for the point that could prove crucial at the end of the season.

Jake captures that rare moment  as Colback celebrates his goal
Jake captures that rare moment as Colback celebrates his goal

The Sunderland fans were brilliant all night. When we went 2 down, the younger ones started with the old New Labour song, Things Can Only Get Better and kept on with it for ages. Did it inspire the players? Maybe it did. Maybe some of them yearn for the days when New Labour ruled this disparate land of ours and rosy cheeked urchins skipped happily to school and the men and women who ran the food banks sat round all day with nothing to do. Whatever, it certainly lifted spirits in the crowd, so a big hand to the younger generation from one of the oldies. It stopped them singing those rubbish songs about Taylor and Shearer as well. Don’t like those.

It wasn’t the greatest of performances and Dossena and Altidore did nothing to enhance their reputations. Our Italian left back was given a thorough going over by Craig Noone, while Jozy had an absolute stinker, one that was even stinkier than that awful moment at Christmas Dinner when the impact of the Brussels sprouts moves around the table and Grandma drops one that makes one fully understand what The Pals Battalions went through in the trenches in Flanders as Jerry lobbed the poison gas at them.

The big American is struggling badly and needs a run of goals to rebuild his shattered confidence. The sitter he missed in the first half put him in the Rod Belfitt, Tom Ritchie, Dave Swindlehurst category of big signings wot ‘ave flopped on Wearside. He is approaching Brett Angell standards.

As for Cardiff, they seized the initiative and once our defence had been undressed, put to bed and given a smack on the bum, looked in complete control allowing Frazier Campbell to score. The mood amongst the home fans was relatively upbeat, but there was little support for the owner (ok, none) and much for the dismissed Malky McKay.  They became very anxious after Fletcher’s goal and there was a feeling of doom and gloom as they walked back to the city centre to quaff pints of Brain’s excellent beers.

My journey started on Friday with a stopover in Tamworth, once the capital of England in the really olden days, when we had Mercia, Wessex and Northumbria. Three good pints in The Globe and an excellent hour in the company of a Villa and Birmingham fan was a good way to start.

A leisurely drive to Cardiff via Ross-on-Wye to my hotel, a small, family run place in the city centre and next to a fine pub called The Cottage, where Bob Chapman and John Marshall were supping. We thought that this might have been the pub that we occupied in 1980 and where Ian Douglass won a lot of money playing cards with some Welshmen, but it wasn’t. I was tempted to say it was so as to make a good story of it, but journalistic integrity dictated otherwise.

On that day, when a 1-1 draw courtesy of a Pop Robson equaliser set up by Barry Dunn, meant we had to win the final game of the season at home to West Ham, the City fans had been hostile and aggressive to the nth degree. Unused to having 7,000 Englishmen and women in their ground, they decided that the best way to prevent Sunderland from going up, was to open the minimum amount of gates so that most would not get in much before half time. This was a challenge and the gates were stormed as teachers, surveyors, respected journalists and men who dipped metal in hot acid baths, clambered over and under the turnstile and refused to pay the cowering and quivering child behind the grille, his £2.00 or whatever it was. During the game, bricks, stones, leeks, sheep and Max Boyce LP’s were thrown from the South Bank and the walk back to Cardiff Central was not much fun. Cardiff fans had a poor reputation in those days and their trips to Millwall Leeds and Swansea in the lower divisions, were allegedly used by the SAS as training sessions before they decamped to Iraq or Afghanistan.

Not now. I liked the stadium. The concourses were wide and they even opened the gates at half time so that the smokers did not have to congregate in the toilets. I liked the signage in the ground and the rendition of that fine old Welsh song, Men of Harlech, which reminded many of us of Ivor Emmanuel belting it out as the Zulu nation appeared over the hill and Michael Caine did a little poo in his pants at the sight of them. The walk back was fine, with City fans disappointed and quite legitimately worried about what was going to happen next. They had heard that Ole Gunnar Solksjaer had said no and were worried that no decent manager would be attracted. I almost said that Paolo Di Canio was available, but realised that that would lead to a return to 1980, as stones would shower on my head.

I left Cardiff on the Sunday morning, heading for Northampton and Coventry City’s game against Oldham Athletic. I could have used the motorways but decided to meander across country and went through Cheltenham, Bourton-on-the Water, Stow-on-the Wold, Chipping –on-the Norton and Banbury-on-the Cross. These towns are not the natural habitat of a grubby industrial town dweller like me, but I have to say they looked lovely in the winter sun. I peered over the fields hoping for a glimpse of Rebekah Brooks and David Cameron riding to hounds, but, not for the first time in my life, was disappointed.

What I did see were three road signs pointing to places that seem to epitomise the English countryside. Two I expected, but one took me by surprise, that being a sign for the village of Adlestrop, which is the setting for a beautiful poem by Edward Thomas. He is on a train that stops at the village station and sits there for a while and he writes of “all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire singing” and of the calm peace that he felt, both inner and outer. Thomas was killed a few weeks later at The Battle of Arras in April 1917, where the calm and peace of this rural station must have seemed a million miles away.

The next one was Hook Norton, home of the finest brewery building in England, a traditional three floor brewery where they mash at the top, boil in the middle and ferment on the bottom, a bit like Vincent Tan when his team concede a 95th minute equaliser.  Finally, as I approached Banbury, there was the road to Cropredy, where Fairport Convention live together in a big house, emerging for their annual tour and their annual festival. I may well spend some time in this area next year.

The Coventry game was a tight 1-1 draw, with Blair Adams playing well for City. They had a forward called Callum Wilson who looked promising, while Oldham’s Canadian winger Michael Petrasso shone for the Latics. He’s on loan from QPR, so maybe Good’Ol ‘Arry isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. The Sixfields Stadium at Northampton is functional and a fair few Coventry fans had bitten the bullet and turned up. The man sat next to me had been a season ticket holder since 1980 (so was not involved in the 1977 fiasco) and he had missed the first three games, but felt that he had to come back. He despaired of the club and the owners of the Ricoh and was convinced that City would find it very difficult to get back into the Championship, let alone the Premiership. I made no comment.

Sunday night was spent in the small Nottinghamshire town of Kimberley, once the home of Hardy Hanson’s splendid beers. The brewery is now crumbling but the ale in The Stag and The Nelson and Railway (where I stayed) was excellent. Heather, the Body Art Queen of Notts, even sent out for a pizza for me when I arrived too late for a meal.

And so, as the sun sets in the west, the intrepid traveller puts down his pen, says his prayers to the god of no relegation and nods off to sleep – which is what you will have done if you got this far. Make sure you wake up for the Villa game on Wednesday.


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Memories of ’77, Coventry and Bristol City as Swansea showdown looms

Forget England hystera. This is the important one, says Jake
Forget England hystera. This is the important one, says Jake

A long run of defeats with a draw or two as pathetic consolation. Ring a bell? For my ESPN preview of the Swansea game – which I headlined ‘Sunderland need the spirit of ’77 – but a different outcome’ – I couldn’t resist allusion to the 1976-77 season.

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Sixer’s travels: United v City – Carlisle and Coventry – no great sheiks in League 1

Pete Sixsmith needs his football fix like a chocoholic needs a Bounty before breakfast. Still smiling from the hammering of the Hammers on Saturday, he rose early next morning and ventured westward to watch two sides whose supporters must get thoroughly fed up when the Mancentric media refer to United and City in one word terms, as if there were no others. Last time he drove along Route 66 on his way to Whitehaven versus Shildon, a traffic accident thwarted his late breakfast plans. No such problems this time so the smile remained and although the match wasn’t a classic, a Coventry defeat ensured the big grin was still there on the trip back.

FEELING SORRY FOR COVENTRY – ALMOST.

My pursuit of football, football and more football took me to Brunton Park, Carlisle on Sunday in the company of my next door neighbour in East Stand Row 30, Doug Forres, a former inhabitant of Coventry, along with his dentist (retd.) brother Ken from Kelso.

A pleasant drive along the A66 and M6 interrupted by a light lunch at the ever wonderful Llama Karma Café at Penrith, got me to Brunton in time to stand outside the visitors’ turnstiles and watch the City fans dribbling along to the game.

Pete on his travels
Pete on his travels

Eventually they had a reasonable 500 out of a small crowd of just over 4,000 and they found Carlisle’s 50’s ground a long way from what they were used to in their Premier League and Championship years.

We were housed in the stand that arch charlatan Michael Knighton built for the Cumbrians, which looks so out of place alongside the cowshed at the Warwick Road end and the 1930’s main stand, with its two 1950’s extensions tacked on to it.

There was a strong Sunderland connection in both teams, which always makes a game more interesting for me, with Adams, Elliott and Murphy in the squad for the visitors and Noble, Thirlwell and Welsh for the home team.

The most interesting was Blair Adams, a young left back who was well thought of by Steve Bruce, but not so much by Martin O’Neill and it looks as if the loan could well be turned into a full move when his contract is up at the end of the season. No chance of him moving this window, as Coventry are skint.

They are paying a rent of £100,000 a month to the company that own the Arena (the city council have a stake in it) and have arrears of £1m. There was talk of them sharing with Conference North Hinckley United or moving into the empty Rockingham Road ground once played on by Kettering Town .

They are in a mess with a capital M, have no saleable assets and are in mid table in a division that is a mix of former non-league clubs, small town teams and the odd big hitter fallen on hard times. Utterly depressing and I did feel for the Coventry fans, most of whom were probably old enough to remember the great escape in 1978. Then I stopped feeling sorry for them.

It wasn’t a great game. Carlisle had a game plan and stuck to it, but it wasn’t very exciting. They doubled up all the time, worked very hard and won the game with a Matty Robson goal before the majority of the fans had taken their seats.

After that City huffed and puffed, midfielder Frank Moussa flickered on and off and they missed a couple of very presentable chances, the easiest of which was Leon Clarke bundling the ball round the post when it looked easier to score.

Steven Elliott came on after 55 minutes and looked like a player used to being in more exalted company. The hair is bushier, the waist a bit thicker but the sleeves are still down and clutched tightly in his hands as he tried to dig an equaliser out.

Carlisle sent Paul Thirlwell on towards the end in order to bolster the midfield and he did a typical Thirlwellesque job in winning and holding the ball. He was always a player I liked even though he was never quite good enough for the Premier League.

It wasn’t a great game and it showed that the gap between two ordinary Premier League sides like us and West Ham and two ordinary League One sides like these is as wide as the Grand Canyon. There wasn’t one player on show who looked as if he could move up one level, let alone two. It never used to be like that.

Instead of looking at the lower leagues in this country, we now look abroad. Alfred N’Diaye arrived from France via Turkey and today we can welcome Kader Mangane from Saudi Arabia after spells in Senegal, Switzerland and France .

Jake captures Notre Alf with all the liberte, elegalti and, fraternite he needs
Jake captures Notre Alf with all the liberte, elegalti and, fraternite he needs

He is a big man – 6ft.6ins tall, which makes him one of, if not the biggest player I have seen in a red and white shirt. (Mart Poom maybe? Though to be fair he never wore a red and white shirt – Ed) He is 4 inches taller than Steve Hetzke, 2 inches taller than Sotoris Krygiarkos and approximately three times the height of Stan Cummins. He could be an interesting signing.

My old school pal and occasional Salut contributor Geoff Mangan, born in the woolybacks of Escomb and now living in deepest darkest Essex is probably already adding that extra e to his name and telling all and sundry that he is Kader’s cousin/dad/uncle, similar to the 500 men in Cork who claimed to be Roy Keane’s dad when we were there a few years ago and who drank copiously and inexpensively with star struck Sunderland fans.

We have a very winnable cup replay against Bolton which will probably be played in front of a sub 20,000 crowd in sub zero temperatures. Another rousing performance and a good win would set us up nicely for the important game at New Springfield Park .

And Loic Remy appears to be going to QPR. Someone tell Alan Pardew that Kevin Kyle is available.

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Odd likes and dislikes: cheering Brentford, loathing Tranmere, respecting Charlton

Brentford v Yeovil(‘The stripes help’: Image by Yellow Book)

Which football teams you have a soft spot for, and which you would cheerfully consign to oblivion, is not driven by rocket science. It could be as simple as a long remembered favour or slight. Ask John McCormick*: he should know …

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Salut! Sunderland’s Week: this column has been sent to Coventry

There really is no need for a review of the week today.

All the busy reader of Salut! Sunderland, who gets here only once in a while, needs to do is visit the home page – www.salutsunderland.com – and take a look at the six most recent articles all displayed there and available for further scrutiny.

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Soapboax: Reserves crush Bishops and Sixer spares Coventry

Pete Sixsmith is all heart. All but Sent to Coventry yesterday when Sky Blues fans – angered by his long memory, short beard and unkind thoughts – formed queues longer than ever seen outside the away end for SAFC v City games to have a go, he manfully accepted his punishment: a cold night out with the Reserves. And was rewarded with a goal feast …

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