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Jaw-Dropping Victory: Sunderland Shocks Luton Town with 2-1 Coach Go Wild saying..
The Lads welcomed Luton to Wearside for a postseason game, which at the beginning of the season had seemed unattainable. First leg, of course, and Luton, as we would have done, logically played to their strengths, which are high and not particularly lovely.
After conceding, we pulled together and leveled the score with the now-familiar Amad worldie before halftime. Hume sealed the victory with a deft, face-high cross. Fantastic stuff, guys.
Without at least one injury from the previous game—Gooch and Cirkin hobbling off after our thrilling victory at Deepdale—it wouldn’t be Sunderland 2023. After the game, we had a lengthy conversation about this with the Preston guys in the Guild, and to our surprise, they said that we had stolen their song, Wise Men Say.
Although I saw those statements on the front of their stand, I thought they had stolen it from us. First to sing it was who? I dunno. Does it really matter? Not really hot. We own it now, but they are free to try it if they so choose.
Naturally, the second part of the week was devoted to securing and then fretting over tickets for the two legs. I’m sure I saw it, but I’m not sure where the magic phrase “your season card will be activated for Saturday’s game” is hidden in all of the club’s mailings and statements.
Anyway, we prayed for a rematch of yesterday night’s sixth vs third League One first leg over our pre-match cocktails. In case you missed it, our cause received messages of support from supporters of other clubs around the nation and the world. Four nowt, to be exact. Very kind of them. We also selected Pritch’s Monday “eyes” goal celebration as the greatest of the season.
Well, there were almost arguments in Fitzy’s when a guy applauded the mags on TV. His justification was, “I’m a Mackem through and through, but I hate Leeds.” He was betrayed and exposed, at his wife’s urging, to a barrage of mistreatment.
Another sold-out event with a lively and tense town, a sea of red and white, banners, flags, scarves, shirts, hats, even fireworks, and an electrifying performance of Wise Men Say (nice one, Preston). I know I should be immune to this kind of thing, but I’m not. I’ve been around long enough.
