Too much talk in Ricky’s blunderland

WHEN PLAYING the FA Cup finalists less than four weeks before their big day, there’s only two ways you can beat them. The first is to hope it’s a poor side who had a fluke cup run that’s got them there, like Portsmouth or Cardiff last year. The second is to mix it up a bit, get physical and hope and pray they don’t want to get hurt.

Or if you’re Ricky Sbragia’s Sunderland, you could always just roll over and die.

Last Sunday, against Everton, that’s exactly what we did do. So comfortable was the victory for David Moyes’ men that the only way we could have made it less physically demanding on them is if we’d made the goals and the ball out of cotton wool. Ricky came out again and said he wasn’t happy, but it’s the same story every week.