Pete Sixsmith – cheers

Pete Sixsmith’s back from travel
with a football tale to tell.
Joy at Gillingham and Kingston
then what fortune him befell?

He took well-earned refreshment
in a Margate watering hole
And as he supped he pondered on
the tale of Cattermole

The old maxim says that wins like this sort out the champions from the also-rans.

Games where you are under pressure for all of the opening half, where defenders are being continually tested, where the midfield can never quite get a grip on the game and where a partisan home crowd are sensing the blood of the biggest beast in the arena, are the ones where championship winning teams are moulded.

This was one such occurrence and I hope that there are more as the season goes on, because if we win them it will lead to a greater intensity and a greater desire not to be so badly wounded that we have to come back to a neat and compact but ultimately unsatisfactory Kingsmeadow next season.

AFC were the toughest opponents we have faced this season. Seemingly reared on raw steak and protein drinks, they were the biggest side I have seen for a long time. They boasted a 6’3” centre forward in James Hanson, a 6’2” midfielder in Mitch Pinnock and another forward in Joe Pigot who was a shade over 6’0”. And they could all play a bit as well.

They swamped our defence at times. A la Gillingham, the ball was moved quickly up to the big men and they were rewarded with a splendid goal in the 9th minute when the mobile Pigot, a 24-year-old who has been around the lower leagues for a while, volleyed home an excellent cross from the relatively tiny Andy Barcham (a mere 5’8”) after Barcham had taken advantage of an error by Donald Love.

More could have followed. Some of our defending was desperate in both senses of the word. Balls were scrambled away only to be popped back into the box for more scrambles. Chances were missed by the home team as they controlled the midfield and forced errors by our defenders.

culture meets the Wombles

For Glenn Loovens, brought up in the cultured atmosphere of the Feyenoord academy, this was not a game that he relished. He was easily turned by the impressive Hanson a number of times and he was asked to sit out the second half so that his fellow Dutchman, Alim Ozturk could use his height and bulk against the Warrington, sorry Wimbledon, forwards.

It worked. Ozturk had his best game in a Sunderland shirt and stood up to and physically competed with Hanson and Pigott and although there were more scares than you would experience on a ghost train, we came through a testing 45 minutes without conceding.

Once again, the manager made in-game changes. We started out as a 4-3-3- with Reece James pushing forward. That was brought to a screeching halt after the goal and we reverted to a 4-4-2 in an attempt to steady the ship.

Early in the second half, off came Power to be replaced by McGeouch, and Oviedo came on for James. We had looked more settled at the back and now, returning to our preferred 4-3-3- mode, we pushed forward.

It wasn’t as fluent as it had been in Kent on the Wednesday. Josh Maja (a little over 5’9”) found Will Nightingale (a little over 6’1”) a difficult opponent as he was marked as tightly as a GCSE History paper. Maja worked hard and this would have been an important learning curve for him. Charlie Wyke and/or Jerome Sinclair would have competed with Nightingale on a more equitable basis.

But the changes worked. We began to get at them down the flanks and when Lyndon Gooch’s cross from the left hit Nightingale, Lee Cattermole prodded it over the line to equalise. Wimbledon’s players thought he was offside; the assistant on that side didn’t. 1-1 and we were grateful for it.

Back they came, like the orcs in Lord of the Hobbits, piling the pressure on, and they could have retaken the lead almost immediately. They claimed a penalty for handball when Oviedo appeared to use his shoulder to clear the ball and then, from the resultant corner, Deji Oshilaja, their diminutive (well, he is only5’9”) centre back and skipper blazed over when it looked easier to score.

Back we came like the smooth running, cultured football team we can be. Chris Maguire, who looked as far removed from some of the long ball tactics as Noel Coward would at a party hosted by Stan and Hilda Ogden, broke down the right, looked up and delivered the pass of the season so far.

He had spotted the fast-arriving Lee Cattermole, unmarked down the left (presumably the Wimbledon players assumed that since he had scored one he wouldn’t get another until 2022) and delivered a sumptuous pass which the now prolific Cattermole rattled in.

Back they came, but we stood resolute in the face of pressure and, on the final whistle, it was the 736 red and whites, plus a few more secreted about the stadium, that made it onto the Kingston Road in good humour.

As performances go it wasn’t great but as an example of digging in and having that extra bit of class when it is needed, it showed what we are. Maguire’s ball was outstanding, Gooch got into the game second half and McGeouch gave us that bit of composure that we needed when all around us the ball was flying up in the air.

rolls his sleeves up when it matters

But our outstanding player was Lee Cattermole. Oft criticised and highly paid, he rose to the occasion in this one. He marshalled the midfield, dropped into defence when required and, to cap it all, increased his goal total by 40% in one game. This would be the equivalent of Kevin Phillips scoring 45.2 goals in a single match – hopefully against Newcastle.

A good week, which took in Sheppey United v Deal Town, a win at Gillingham, Kent v Lancashire at a much-changed Canterbury, and a visit to two of Margate’s micro pubs, The Two Halves and Ales of the Unexpected, where much marvellous medicine was dispensed, ended in 9 points, two consecutive away wins and a marker put down for the future.

There will be other difficult tests to come but we passed this one well against two well-organised teams, watched by decent supporters and played in a good atmosphere. And can we say that about the London Stadium or Old Trafford?

Looking forward to Burton Albion already…..

Glen Loovens pic by Alasdair Middleton from Rothesay, Scotland ( (Cropped from the original, Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

Tags: , ,

Salut! Sunderland is written, illustrated and edited by - and principally for - supporters of Sunderland AFC. The site aims to be sufficiently literate and entertaining to appeal to people who do not follow SAFC but enjoy good football writing.

5 Responses to “Sixer’s Soapbox: a Wimbledon Win, a Test Passed, a Marker Laid Down. And Lee, Lee, Lee Cattermo-ole” Subscribe

  1. Bill Taylor August 26, 2018 at 1:10 pm #

    How nice to see Pete enjoying his Sunderland football again. And writing, as always, like an angel.

  2. CSB August 26, 2018 at 1:12 pm #

    Another good read Pete.

    On another link I came across the following sensational headline

    ‘Sunderland ace on verge of summer exit after club strike deal with Black Cats’

    Who is this Sunderland Ace???…………don’t laugh now but its non other than Djilobodji LOL (before Procter & Gamble usurp it). Happy to see him go and doubly happy to see Catts redeem himself.

  3. Phil Johnson August 27, 2018 at 2:11 am #

    Yet another good read Pete – many thanks.

    One point, though, come what may we won’t be visiting Kingsmeadow next season.

    AFC should be back in Merton by then and Chelsea Ladies will be providing the home side at that venue.

  4. wrinkly pete August 27, 2018 at 3:24 pm #

    What prose! Where else could you read a match write up that embraced ghost trains, GCSE history papers and Noel Coward? Keep it going until 3rd October please when I can get to watch for myself once more!! (The Lads that is not Corrie)

  5. John Mac August 27, 2018 at 6:01 pm #

    and which began with poetry.

Leave a Reply

Sunderland vs Portsmouth: a question of points no longer in our hands

He's not in a good mood so no size this time. Click the image to have a go anyway

Even as I wrote last week that we would remain masters of our destiny and go up automatically provided we […]

Sixer’s Soapbox: Peterborough make their point against Sunderland

Soapbox black

John McCormick is editing this in Liverpool, where one of the clubs could win the Champions League, not to mention […]

Sixer’s Peterborough sevens. Bitterly disappointing

Sixer's Sevens (featured image)

Is there another twist to come? With only two or three games left time is not on our side, and […]

Sunderland vs Portsmouth ‘Who are You?’: a buildup that began in December

Click the banner to enter the prize SAFC-Pompey Guess the Score

THIS interview, from just before our 3-1 defeat at Fratton Park in December, was among many items lost when the […]

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Ground: Peterborough United, London Road and the ABAX stadium

Salut Banner3(featured image)

John McCormick writes: It was an easy walk from our house to the railway bridge where, if you timed it […]

Peterborough vs Sunderland Who are You? One manager sacked (and maybe smacked) and luck running out

Click the banner to enter the prize SAFC-Pompey Guess the Score

Monsieur Salut writes: it is known to many of my friends, and to observant readers of Salut! Sunderland, that I […]

Page generated in 3.095 seconds. Stats plugin by