Sitting pretty, now for sexy Sunderland

LATE into the early hours of Sunday morning, I was still celebrating our last-gasp win against Middlesbrough — which secured our Premier League survival — and admiring Sunderland’s lady folk. I was drunk, making my ability to judge things, both from the game and the rest of the evening, difficult.

Capping the day off with some female company would be the best way to celebrate. Beer goggles on and with the night drawing to a close, I knew I needed to be careful with my selection, whilst my mates argued the result matters more than anything.

Thankfully SAFC did the same on the pitch by beating our “other” local rivals from down the A19.