Saturday, November 21, 2009 Previous editions
THE dream is over, what can I say? I chickened out of following my Craven Cottage ‘routine’ last Wednesday, so blame me if you want. It was part laziness, part resignation to our fate, part ‘do they even make straightjackets in my size’.
IF YOU hadn’t previously heard the famous F-worded Fergie quote about United’s historical challenge against Liverpool, you must have done by now: it’s been repeated ad nauseam by every newspaper since Saturday.
IT WOULD’VE been some consolation if we could’ve pooped the Old Trafford party on Saturday. On the pitch, we seemed mainly intent on leaving some decidedly masculine reminders of our age range on Patrice Evra’s shins!
THE actual match was secondary on Sunday as for once the Chelsea crowd were unanimous in their sentiments and wanted to ensure that Roman Abramovich heard it loud and clear.
RECENTLY your average Sunderland fan has spent the weekend like this – moan after a Saturday defeat and then hope and pray everyone else loses so we don’t slip any further.
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