Today just feels different. Not just another match. Not just another team coming to the Stadium of Light. It feels like one of those days we will all remember years from now. One of those days where you look around at your family, your friends, total strangers stood beside you singing the same songs, and realise just how much this football club means to all of us. So line the streets. Fill the pubs. Get the scarves out the drawers and the flags out the windows. Welcome our lads home one last...

I’ll tell you what, whether people like it or not, this club is no longer operating like a basket case hoping for miracles every August. There finally seems to be a method behind the madness. Young recruitment, resale value, controlled wages, proper infrastructure, and most importantly… patience. Something I haven’t always seen in abundance over the years. You look at the last couple of seasons and there’s been a clear blueprint developing. They’re not out there throwing £15 million at...

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...