Wrinkly Pete aka Peter Lynn has been delving into his record collection again to provide the inspiration for his end …
John McCormick writes: Another cup weekend means we can take a break from the “Guess the score” and “Who are you” features which signal our build up to games. We have a chance to look at some other aspects of our club and of football in general.
Which brings me to Wrinkly Pete and a thought producing opinion on the loan system. It was written before we beat Man United. I wonder if that game will have made Pete want to add Dame N’Doye to the list.
Peter Lynn, aka the Wrinklier of our Petes, is back on his pop music themes, if only briefly, as he looks back on 50 years of marriage to Mrs WrinklyPete – and another blissful union, or test of endurance, his love affair with Sunderland AFC …
I have used the Tremeloes’ 1967 hit as a musical hook, even though I didn’t like them, to explain my absence from this site – for anyone who noticed!
My wife and I reached our Golden wedding anniversary in September and we have been busy celebrating although (regrettably?) I have seen some games this season which I will comment on another time.
Is is time to fire rubber bullets at Peter Lynn, aka Wrinkly Pete? The moment when we just say: ‘Sorry Donna, but you’ll just have to accept I’m not in love“? Maybe Une Nuit A Paris would give us answers but, then, writing for Salut! Sunderland is never much more than Art for Art’s Sake as Mandy would surely confirm when not flying (or being flown).
Tons of words have been and written and spoken about the wretched Sunderland collapse, the latest in a season littered with disappointment. Peter Lynn was among the unhappy Sunderland fans present and, as always for him, it had involved a major effort to get there from the West Midlands. Days later, he puts the mistakes of John O’Shea into perspective and ponders the lack of managerial stability he feels contributes to the SAFC malaise. He says he wrote it ‘to get the Palace nightmare out of my system’ …
The latest crisis at SAFC had Peter Lynn rummaging through all those vinyl discs in his loft again. He dipped his hand into the box of discarded LPs, EPs and singles and out came Shirley Bassey. Let him take up the story; let us hope Dick Advocaat has the Goldfinger touch and that the title of a long-forgotten promotional single Bassey made for the London tourist board, There’s No Place Like London, can be extended on Saturday night to read ‘There’s No Place Like London to Start the Revival’ …
Peter Lynn is as wearied by events as Nic Wiseman, but heads for Hull full of measured hope, rational thoughts about the impact of events on SAFC and abundant pride in the Sunderland travelling army he’ll be part of at the KC stadium …
John McCormick writes: I see Smoggie has resurfaced. Well, all are welcome on this site and as long as they adhere to the rules of politeness, legality and decency they will be given space.
It’s not necessary for visitors to congratulate us for our four in a row or for better progress than our neighbours in cup tournaments, which is probably just as well. All they need to do is post a coherent statement. It would be helpful if they could use correct grammar and punctuation but we do accept a need to exercise some latitude. That said, we do expect people to refrain from punching horses while cogitating.
I hate “The Sound of Music” and therefore loved the alternative lyrics dreamt up by “Cocky” – a 1970s Cornish (I think) comedy folk group whose lines included “How do you solve the problem of diarrhoea?” and “High on a hill lay a steaming goat turd”.
Somehow, those lyrics crept into my thoughts on trying to solve the enigma which is Sunderland, and our home form and consequent flat crowd atmosphere.
A Happy New Year to all our readers. To kick off 2015, even before the action starts for us at the Ethihad, Peter Lynn looks at the way TV contracts and especially late changes to the fixtures list cause disruption and cost to football fans …
In keeping with the New Year Resolutions theme from other contributors, here is mine. “So I start a revolution from my bed” … please can we have our game back?
(with apologies to those of you who feel aggrieved that I have chosen an Oasis lyric two hours ahead of our kick off against Man Citeh)