Should be able to get us tickets for the big games if the FA make the right decision, Rich.
Oh, just so the rest of you know what Grumpy's referring to, I had a dream about Big Sam a couple of nights after the game in which Sunderland stayed up 2 months ago:-
"The imagination is a weird thing. Last night, I had a realistic but utterly absurd dream that I was Big Sam's secret lover. After tense games to keep Sunderland in the Premiership, he'd be arranging to take me away to Butlin's for the rest of the week-end and all sorts that can't be repeated in public. I had a real sense of shame in my dream and I was highly disturbed by his abundant swathes of nasal hair. I do remember that I somehow kept my dignity though and was pleased to wake early and resume my real life drama-free existence."
Someone wanted more detail and so I further confided:
"It started with me somehow meeting up with Big Sam after one of those tense end-of-season encounters that he endured with Sunderland. I was incredibly flattered to be somehow part of Sam's coterie but simultaneously separate due to the clandestine nature of our arrangement. All I can remember is that we were suddenly at one of those Butlin's holiday camp chalets - I can't locate which part of the country, sadly. I was just lounging in the bath when Sam came in, sat on the loo (trousers up), and was beaming broadly whilst saying that "the lads got a result." I have slightly alarming flash-backs as to that broad smile - when I spotted the huge swathes of nasal hair emanating just above - and him taking me into his confidence about how proud he was "of the lads" and me becoming quite chuffed that he would confide in me about such matters. It somehow seemed like our Saturday nights were pre-destined and that I'd be there at Butlin's awaiting his arrival. All the time, I felt nervous about where it would lead and felt a great sense of shame about my complicity in this (I don't quite know how we got here) arrangement.
There are other scenes that I recall of being in an open-topped car with Big Sam and the breeze blowing through our hair with Sam chuckling about Arsene Wenger and how he would "love to go further than Pardew and push him to the ground" in one of those touchline spats. I did have some internal dialogue about homosexuality and how neither of us were truly gay but somehow we were together in this moment and I was Sam's confidante.
I've always loved football talk and I'm guessing it was something about my opinions on Sam's world meaning something and that was why I was there. But fundamentally it was all bewildering and luckily I awoke before I was traumatised even more. I did smile to myself though when seeing 'Football Focus' yesterday and seeing the clips of Big Sam lording it up with TSOL supporters. I feel that now I've been touched by Sam's world, I'll never truly escape it. That's life, I guess. Anyway, I'll keep you posted on any further developments and thanks for taking the time to engage with one of the weirdest dreams that I've ever had."
And for more weird dreams, please visit 'Big Sam's Secret Lover' FB page >
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