You know what, I don’t know either. I’ve got no idea whatsoever. Almost from absolutely nowhere, despite being bottom of the league we burst into a ray of bright, sunny, gutsy brilliance. Sunderland cast aside yet another Champions League team at the Stadium of Light – this time Chelsea at the second attempt to catapult us into the semi-final of the League Cup. Semi-final. Why aye man.
Well, there are definitely culprits who arguably cost us three points yesterday – but there were also some pretty excellent performances. The result might be massively irritating but I have to give credit where its due and the vast majority of our players had an excellent game yesterday.
For crying out loud man, this is all just starting to get a bit silly. Two away games, two clean sheets and god knows how many chances missed leaving us ruing four vital points dropped. It is hard to take, draining even – but I can still claw a fair few positives from today’s draw, namely that it was probably our best performance to date.
Here we are then, zero points later from our two home games (albeit against quality opposition) and back on the road. Away days have been anything but fruitful this season and our inability to score is obviously a huge factor in our current predicament. Incredibly, we have managed just two goals on our travels and the last one was bafflingly 104 days ago - 104! Lose and we find ourselves at best six points adrift of safety, effectively seven given our embarrassing goal difference. If this isn't make or break - it is definitely make or begin to bend rather precariously.
After what was easily the worst home performance under Gus Poyet, here is how the players got on individually...not very well as you might have imagined;
It's been quite a remarkable season so far. Obviously, not in a good way, given that we are still rooted to the bottom of the Premier League. I know as a football club we like to do things using the louder and harder ways - but this season is ridiculous even by our ludicrous standards. However, today's game against Spurs seems set up to be the dullest home fixture to date.
After that incredible game of football there was a mixed bag of good and bad performances – which I guess you’d expect when we score three but concede four. Here are our thoughts on the heroes and culprits;
Jozy Altidore scored. Phil Bardsley scored minutes after an own goal. We scored from three set pieces. John O’Shea scored. We scored three goals. We witnessed one of best performances from an opposition player at the Stadium of Light. Erm, what's ganin on?!
It was nice that, the not being bottom thing, yet before another ball is kicked by Sunderland we're back where we started last weekend. In truth, it should have little impact on today's game, which was intimidating even when we were riding high in 19th. Our inability to score away from home makes games like this quite frighteningly important.
This ladies and gentlemen is what it is like to witness a good away performance over ninety minutes without the red cards and other nonsense. I’m not beaming with pride nor racked with disgruntlement. I don’t feel it’s necessarily to lavish a great deal of praise but neither do I sense that impending doom is upon us. Despite how big a point it is and how admirable a performance it was, it all feels a bit…meh…really.