Relegation w 139-year hist
Regular readers will be aware that this column at least attempts to inject a certain level of levity into the routinely grim affairs of Sunderland AFC. This is easier to achieve in some weeks than others. I don’t mind admitting that levity is at something of a premium this week.
You will derive more chortles from the Book of Revelation than anything written about Sunderland at the moment.
I am privileged, regardless of the football results, to be paid to do this.
However, writing a column on a topic you are simultaneously trying not to think about, is asking much of any scribe; let alone one who only occasionally attended school.
Most of my time since Saturday has been spent alone in a darkened room; disinterestedly watching snooker while eating those fake Bounty Bars you get in Lidl. It’s been a right rave-up.
Feelings are raw right now. Nevertheless, I don’t think it a knee-jerk exaggeration to say that April 21, 2018, was the worst day in the 139-year history of the club. Worst so far, that is. It’s difficult to imagine a worse way to be relegated. Saturday had the set.
First of all, it wasn’t against Wolves, Aston Villa, Sheffield Wednesday or any of the Championship’s bigger clubs. It was against Burton Albion.
I’m not being unfair or disre-