
Humour me this week. Sunderland is my team. My home town, my home team and now the whole family’s team. It’s a bit like parenting a teenager (she said bitterly): you love them regardless, would never desert them, hurt anyone who ever criticised them, but they don’t half push you to the edge at times. Today, it looks like dreams really do come true. For the last decade at least, whenever we parted company with a manager, my dad would say to me: “So pet, who’d you like to manage your team?” I would always answer Martin O’Neill. [...]