I am back in the land of the living after the longest weekend of my life. I went out with my wife for a 'few' drinks on Saturday night bt I had decided to be careful as I was going to Luton Sunday morning.
Well I think you guys know me well enough to know what happened, I bumped into a lot of friends and we had a few drinks too many and by midnight I was a litte drunk
Got home at 1am and ordered takeaway food, chicken kebab very nice, finally went to bed at around 2am. What a good boy I am.
I could not sleep as I was soooooo excited about the game but I must have fell asleep around 3am. My alarm woke me at 4:30 and I felt like a complete bag of sh*t, I had 100 hundred soldiers marching around in my head! Quick shower and some headache tablets and I was in the taxi.
We got picked up outside the stadium at 5:40 and we were on our way by 6am. I tried to sleep but couldn't as I felt terrible, my own fault I know. The journey seemd to take forever but at every stop on the way there were so many Sunderland fans, we were only given 1800 tickets but the police reckon we took around 8000 fans down.
We got to the ground with about 40 minutes to kick off so we got seats behind the goal in the front row, we were applauding the players and they were applauding us back, very nice in fact niceness.
The match kicked off, you all know the score but the performance was just awesome, we murdered them big time. When we scored the first goal pockets of Sunderland fans in every stand jumped up and it was only then could you see how many fans we had in the ground, some even had colours on in with the home fans, crazy
At 4 nil up a little ripple started in the directors box and then our end erupted as we heard that Preston had scored, we knew then we were champions, what a feeling. To top it off we added a 5th goal near the end.
Our fans were magnificent throughout, the singing at times had me a little emotional to be honest and my chest was bursting with pride.
The players at the end were great too, they were celebrating with us like we were all friends together, that's how it should be in football there is too much of the 'them and us' attitude, surely we are all in it together as one. I have to admit I turned into a big kid wanting to shake players hands and pat them on the back
The journey home seemed to take forever but I finally got home at 9pm, totally exhausted but managed to stay awake long enough (2am) to watch the highlights and drink a half a bottle of vodka!
This season, especially since January has been the best in my memory. Hopefully next season can be equally as exciting. We are being linked with some fabulous players and I am sure our signings will be impressive but we have the basis of a good team and maybe need a goalkeeper and a good striker, also a couple of defenders if Jonny Evans and Danny Simpson go back to Man Utd.
