Let's turn our attention to the Sunday boys for a change. Sunday morning football eh? Brings it all back, and also back up more than a few times as I recall. But this weekend will be different, the FA Carlsberg Sunday Cup no less, a chance to get on the back pages, Anfield in the distance, games against teams from across the country, and, more important than all of that, an afternoon 2.00 kick off to accommodate the travel of Lobster, our opponents from the fair city of Liverpool, which means there is at least half a chance that most of the team will be sober for once.
View from the Cemetery
Seven not out and sitting on top of the heap, are we the Snow White of the Northern League? I go back a long way and I can't remember a start like this, but is it wise I ask, is it wise? Will the lads get a nose bleed being on top of the pile? Can we handle the pressures of success? Will the little Scotsman's voice last the season?
Two home games, two wins and ten goals, have I changed cemeteries over the summer? Glorious sunshine and the ground looks a picture, canny few of the good folk of Ryhope letting their allegiance go and forsaking the colliery to visit us down the bank, happy smiling faces all round. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, well, well, new machinery!