With new Manager/Head Coach/Gaffer Lee Johnson in the dugout/bench. McGeady in the squad for the first time in a year, and new Sporting Director/Whatever Speakman presumably working away furiously somewhere in the ground, Sunderland welcomed bottom-placed Wigan to the SoL. With a performance that summed up our season, we were defeated by a team from the bottom of the league who defended as if their life depended on it and took the only chance that came their way, while we passed it to death looking for an opening that we couldn’t create. Big job on, Mr Johnson, after another deeply disappointing ninety minutes - the sort that persuaded that powers that be to end Parky's time with us.
In one of the busier weeks in our recent history, we’ve managed to upset the fans by sneakily getting shot of Kitman Cookie, please most of them by getting shot of the manager, announce the appointment a sporting director with a piece of corporate-speak that would baffle even David Brent, and bring in a new gaffer within hours of kick-off. That’s some going, even by our standards – although we could have done with getting the alleged takeover done and dusted. I suppose there’s a limit to what can be achieved by a football club in a week, although I did get a message from a Northampton-supporting mate who commented “surely you aren’t gonna appoint Gary Johnson’s son, are you? God help you if he’s anything like his dad.” Exactly how much input the two new chaps will have h