|Season 2012-13 Result|
|Ba 86 (og).|| Cabaye 3.
|Date: 21/10/2012 Venue: The Stadium Of Light Competition: Premiership|
|Match Report||Submitted on 27/10/2012 by Kieron|
Lets be honest Sunderland is a horrible place. The only famous mackem I could find was Kate Aidie and she decided Beirut was a better option than the Barnes. The week leading up to the game was spent listening to how they had to be favourites and Steven Fletcher was going to tear Colloccini a new arsehole. With only two defeats in our last twenty visits to the dark place you’d think the peg sellers would have learned to stay quite.
Opting to travel on the clubs free £5 buses we (Wilf, Smike, Trapper, Sean and me) were in town early enough to have a swift drinking in Rosie’s before getting on Garnett’s finest school buses for the short trip to the Albanians ground. A quieter trip through than usual, obviously the Hendon TWOC squad must have had a late night and decided not to stand open mouthed looking at buses from the big city. This did however give Smike and myself time to partake in our pre-mackem tradition of a glass of the SOS’s finest red wine, which strangely enough tasted exactly like the fosters. P**s springs to mind.
The return of Simpson, Krul, Colloccini and the mackem hating stamp collector boosted our starting 11 and we got off to a dream start. Simpson slid an excellent ball down the line to Ben Arfa who played a neat ball inside for Ba whose shot was pushed into the path of Cabaye, who smashed the ball into the bottom corner. The goal seemed to silence the cheesy chip loving racists and the resulting bedlam in the away end resulted in Wilf receiving an elbow to the face and the lad next to me losing his glasses. I was to blame for both of these although I was on the floor in the row in front of where id started so I’m not sure how I’m getting the blame for that! The Mackems appeared deflated by our early goal and we began to dominate possession and took a strong hold on the game. However on twenty minutes our luck changed, Tiote who was fouled, left a foot in on Fletcher and referee Atkinson had clearly decided to send him off before kick off and wasted no time in showing Cheik a straight red. In a highly charged game like this only 20 minuets in and on the half way line you would hope the ref would take a little time to make such a big decision especially when he was looking through a bunch of players. How Larsson escaped punishment for a foot in the chest of Shola is a miracle and equally as worthy of a red card. 70 minuets left to play and you would expect a mackem onslaught but this never materialised. Perch came on to steady things replacing Shola and the best chance of the half fell to Ba who fired over from close range. Half time came and we were still comfortably in front.
Sturdy did his best to extend the hand of friendship to Northumbria police during the half time interval. “This little t**t is one of you” he informed the officer in full riot gear I’m still not sure if the copper was laughing with him or at him, proper nuisance Sturdy!
Second half was much as anyone one would’ve expected, Sunderland had a lot of the ball without ever testing Krul. Colloccini has been receiving the applause for his performance but the whole of the back four, and especially Santon were tremendous. Sunderland continued to huff and puff but never looked like a goal, once again the best chance of the second half fell to Ba but he just couldn’t get enough on the ball to push it under Mignolet. The sending off of Tiote may have been a turn for the worse but when the stamp collector replaced Colloccini, who succumbed to cramp, it was clear the ten men began to lose a little composure and confidence. Sunderland clearly fancied their chances with Colloccini out of the picture and finally up’d their game. With four minutes left on the clock a clumsy challenge from Williamson on Saha gave Larsson the chance to whip a dead ball into the box. O’Shea’s header was heading wide until it hit Demba in the face and bobbled past a helpless Krul. With four minutes of added on time many feared the worse and the mackems even got behind their team for twenty seconds but we held firm and came away with a point which should of really been all three.
Steven Taylor writes your team talk, you move the away fans into the roof, you get to play almost a full game against 10 men, our top scorer scores a goal for you and still don’t win. Newcastle United will never be defeated.