Fab saves us from Black Cats smash ‘n’ grab
If I’m entirely honest, if Saturday’s game had been live on the box, I might’ve been sorely tempted to stop at home instead of spending a gruelling 12 hours at the wheel of my motor, only to endure 90 minutes in the wind and rain at a North-East encounter, which hardly held the promise of being a particularly scintillating affair.
But then until such time as this column is renamed “Recliner Armchair Rabbit”, instead of “Terrace Talk”, I’d feel too much of a fraud if I didn’t make the effort. And as every travelling fan knows, a failure to pay one’s dues at the Premiership’s least tempting profferings can prove the sort of fatal mistake that will often guarantee one misses out on the game of the season.
