Fancy dress fails to disguise away form

THERE is something different about the last away game of the season for Sunderland fans and it’s always even more enjoyable when they aren’t twinned with tragedy.

It’s the one occasion each year that I can sit drinking a pint between Bart Simpson and Freddy Flintstone and not feel uncomfortable.

Sitting in The Beehive with the rest of the red and white army in a vast array of fancy dress, I spent the afternoon willing ill fortune on the sides I want to go down, with impressive success.