
Pete Sixsmith‘s first text from the Riverside read “Brrrr……” and until the last 10-15 minutes, it got little warmer for Sunderland supporters, the one obvious piece of football in the first half being Downing’s run and neat pass, following by Alves’s class strike, albeit without being troubled by anything so revolutionary as a marking defender. By the end, we should have won, but it was a grim game. Pete somehow conjures lyrical prose from a dispiriting experience….
The great Liberal Prime Minister, lumberjack and saver of fallen women, William Ewart Gladstone once described Middlesbrough as “the infant Hercules”, as a tribute to its 19th century industrial prowess.
The only comparison to Hercules that this dreadful match brought to mind was the knackered out horse that pulled Steptoe’s cart.
Let’s deal with the ‘Boro first. They are in trouble with Downing, and in serious trouble should he leave in this transfer window. He is their only quality player and without him they would have little chance of staying up. He seems ready to move, but why anyone should want to go to such an awful club as Spurs is beyond me.
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