Van the man after high noon jinks

COME the revolution, the sadist who suggested noon kick-offs on a Sunday will be top of my list for lining up against the wall. Our walk to the new stadium might be a little longer, but it’s still only a 15-minute stroll around the corner.

Whereas it must have been hardly worth the poor Wearsiders going to bed on Saturday night, considering their coaches departed Sunderland at an ungodly 3.30am.

In this respect I was almost pleased for the couple of thousand hardy souls who packed the away section, when they had, what I assumed would be a token goal to celebrate after 25 minutes, as we should’ve been out of sight by then, if it wasn’t for the dodgy offside decision that ruled out Diaby’s goal.