Well if there is one thing for sure, Sunderland fans will be gloating, but hey, who knows, they might just have done the current Newcastle dis-United Football Club a MASSIVE favour.
So let them gloat. Let them revel in their brief moment. After all, does being kicked in the shin by a tadpole really hurt that much?
I heard that several of Sam’s adoring followers have been seen bumping into folks as they stagger around The Bridges wearing empty Corn Flakes boxes on their heeds, apparently having had the sudden urge to emulate their idol. Brilliant. Respect.
However, I do think the majority sporting the hippo heeds may have taken the resemblance a little too far. Let’s just hope Sunderland’s admittedly warranted success doesn’t go to his heed though, otherwise those woeful tales of him getting it wedged in the fridge every time he goes in for the milk may just come true.
But maybe, just maybe, Sunderland have done NUFC a massive favour by awakening the sleeping giant that it really is. That is, if messrs. (messers?) Ashley and Charnley snatch the best chance they will ever get to do the rightful thing, and convert their own self-created mess into the greatest ‘Phoenix/Lazarus’ opportunity since Ashley took over.
Let someone who knows about football take complete charge of all at the club.
Give him a decent budget.
Let him buy and sell freely.
Let him speak freely to the press of his club and its future expectations.
In short, just don’t interfere. I really, really hope that man is Rafa. Everyone needs dreams, the same old predictable doom and gloom is just not good enough.
My dear old dad, Jackie Milburn, would have turned 92 on 11th May, the day that Newcastle were relegated, but you know what?
He and the rest of the lads back then would undoubtedly have shed a tear or two, had a summer break, but then rolled up their sleeves and got stuck in over the next season for the club and fans they loved and respected so much.
They would have played their hearts out, not just whinged and thought it ‘below their station’ to drop a league, especially had it been of their own doing, no, they would have fought their way back to the top, with a vengeance.