VERY PROUD

The Stadium of Light was absolutely feral on Satuday. A wall of red and white noise crashing down on Manchester United from the first whistle to the last. Sunderland didn’t just compete — they hunted. Every second ball, every tackle, every press had bite to it. The Lads battered them all over the pitch and, if football had any justice sometimes, this would have ended with the net bulging three or four times. The only thing missing was the finish.

Wave after wave came pouring forward. The crowd could smell blood. Every roar from the stands felt like it pushed the team another ten yards up the pitch. Old Trafford names and reputations meant absolutely nowt in the middle of Wearside chaos. Sunderland played with courage, swagger and intensity, and Manchester United looked rattled by it.

And then there was Enzo Le Fee. Silky one second, snarling the next. Floating between the lines, dragging players out of position, demanding the ball under pressure and making the game look simple when everyone else was blowing out their backsides. He was everywhere. A proper conductor in the middle of the madness. The kind of performance that makes supporters rise from their seats before the pass has even been played.

Then you had Brian Brobbey throwing himself into absolutely everything. By full-time he looked like he’d gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson and still asked for another bell. Shirt filthy, face battered, body on the line for the cause. And how many times was he dragged down, clipped, barged and wrestled without getting a thing? Honestly, he could probably have been folded into a carry-on suitcase and the referee would still have waved play on. It's been happening all season. The crowd were absolutely raging with some of the decisions, but Brobby just kept getting back up and charging straight back into the fight again. That’s the kind of spirit that gets a stadium roaring.

And the supporters? Relentless. The noise never dipped. Not when chances were missed. Not when frustration crept in. The Stadium of Light stayed right behind them because everyone inside that ground knew what they were watching — a Sunderland side full of fight, identity and belief. The finishing touch will come. If the lads keep playing with this level of intensity and passion, teams are going to get absolutely steamrolled here next season.

'Til the end... Just the start.