Monsieur Salut writes: Pete Sixsmith and I did it in style, lunch (nothing to write home about) and drinks in the Bobby Moore suite, seats on the halfway line. It was a great occasion and at half time, we imagined a bit of silverware was ours. Wasn’t to be. Poor Catts had an excellent game even if, as he stepped up for his penalty, I turned to the charming young Irishwoman next to me – the girlfriend of a member of our coaching staff – and said ‘that’s not a great idea’. It wasn’t.

Sixer also enjoyed his day out. We both recognised that Pompey’s second-half transformation made victory for them a deserved one. But congrats to St Joseph’s Catholic Academy from Hebburn on winning the EFL Girls’ Cup final, played before the Checkatrade game – they beat a team from Mangotsfield, Bristol 3–1 – and now on to greater things …

Congratulations to the girls of St Joseph’s

 

The trail of tears led all the way up the M1 and A1, up the East Coast Main Line and to all points South, East and West from that benighted stadium in a North London industrial estate.

Except there were no tears. There was pride in the way that the team had played in the first half, pride in the resilience they showed in coming back in the last minute of extra time and pride in the fact that a friendly invasion of London had gone off well.

Unfortunately, we were not able to bring The EFL Trophy back to Wearside and it will now remain in the Fratton Park boardroom until next year. Hopefully, they will be in a prime position to defend it in 2019-20 while we will have done our penance and will be back in the Championship.

The game was a good one. Members of my walking group who had seen it on TV commented on what an exciting game it had been and how they had thrilled to the dramatic ending and the subsequent penalty shoot out. I smiled and said that I had had a good day which I had thoroughly enjoyed but that I wished it had been a scrappy 1-0 win.

We played well in the opening 45 minutes. At times we played very well and Portsmouth were struggling. Grant Leadbitter and Lee Cattermole took control of the midfield and with Aiden McGeady and Lewis Morgan having by far the better of the Pompey full backs, goals(s) looked inevitable.

The opener could have come early on, when a fine cross from Morgan was just too far in front of Will Grigg. Not long after, Morgan forced a good save from McGillivray as we dominated the possession and the game.

But we needed that goal and had to wait for a piece of McGeady magic in order to go one up. Once again, he was fouled as he and Morgan had been on a regular basis, but this time it was within striking distance.

Up he stepped and he got the ball over the wall and into the net, via a deflection off the Portsmouth centre half. Things looked good. All we needed was that elusive second goal and that would be that.

But it didn’t come. We went off looking pleased at half time.

Face like thunder

Kenny Jackett went off with a face like thunder, suggesting that words would be had in the dressing room. And so they were. They came out and looked like a team who were above us in the league. For 15 minutes they buzzed around and we could not get into the game at all. Leadbitter and Cattermole were pushed back and the crisp, sharp passing of the first half became a hoof up the field for Grigg to chase.

Grigg has not made a great start to his Sunderland career and here, he offered very little. He needs another player to play with – Maguire would be perfect – but as a lone striker, he has not convinced.

The impetus had been handed to them and they took it. Oli Hawkins made the difference. The big centre forward held the ball up well and caused problems for a hesitant Jack Baldwin. He was aided and abetted by Brett Pittman, who never stopped running, and by Nathan Thompson who stopped our full backs from getting forward.

Legs went as we held on. Morgan was replaced by Gooch, Grigg went off and Power came on. This left us with no out and out forward on the pitch and this is where we lost it. Portsmouth came forward and eventually pierced our defence. A long cross from the right allowed Thompson to rise above Reece James and head in.

They had the upper hand now.

There was little offered by our flagging midfield and absolutely nothing from our non-existent forward line. The introduction of Gooch did little and, with hindsight, Wyke may well have been a better bet.

This is not the first time that we have failed to close a game down. Sometimes, we defend a little too early and dropping points at Coventry, Scunthorpe and Luton to late equalisers could well prove costly for us. Sometimes, attack can be the best form of defence. As Portsmouth became more desperate, they may have left gaps at the back. Unfortunately, they didn’t.

Extra time arrived as did Charlie Wyke, the fourth sub (Denver Hume having replaced a struggling Reece James in normal time) for an exhausted Grant Leadbitter. But there was still no real foothold in the game as we defended grimly. The ball was hoofed away and came back at us far too frequently. Portsmouth had played all the football since the resumption of the second half and it looked like their persistence had paid off when Baldwin made a mess of a long ball and Jamal Lowe’s well executed lob nestled in the back of the net.

Aiden McGeady

We stirred ourselves. Hume attacked down the left and his cross was missed and then with a minute to go, Wyke’s chest down set up McGeady and we were level.

Time for the dreaded penalties. We had already won one shoot out this year, but that was a relatively low key affair against Stoke City Under 23s. Memories went back to THAT day in 1998 and images of Lionel Perez not even trying and Micky Gray’s ultimate miss came flashing back. As it was, Jon McLaughlin was far better than Perez but it was Lee Cattermole who became the new Michael Gray. His penalty could have been hit harder but it was a fine save by McGillivray and it put us on the back foot. When Hawkins rattled home the final one. They had won and we had lost.

There were positives to take from this. The performance in the first half was as good as anything we have produced this season. We controlled midfield, the defenders were never really troubled and the two wingers were outstanding. On the negative side, we failed to wrest control back in the second half and were never really in it until the closing minutes of extra time. A more pro-active approach might have paid dividends.

The substitutions did little to improve us. Would McGeouch have offered more than Power who has been disappointing for a while? Would Wyke for Grigg have been swapping one out of form striker for another or might Wyke have seized the game? We shall never know.

The whole day was a good one. We set off at 5.30am, arrived at Wembley at 11am and I met Monsieur Salut at 11.30. We had very good seats, just to the left of the halfway line and just in front of the excellent George Forster, the ultimate hero of what is the SAFC Supporters’ Association – 92 years old and still going strong.

George Forster

I sat next to a mum and son combination. The son turned out to be the former Leeds United, Port Vale and Northampton Town centre forward Leon Constantine, who now worked for an agency that looked after Chris Maguire and Charlie Wyke’s interests. He was treating his delightful mum to a Mothers’ Day treat. They were a pleasure to sit with though they may not feel the same.

Leon Constantine and his mam

The journey home started reasonably well. The coach park was easier to get out of than in the past and we were on the M1 in plenty of time. Then it went wrong when a major road traffic incident, somewhere near Nottingham, resulted in us covering eight miles in two hours, meaning that I turned the key in the lock at 0045am. I was a tired man.

It was a weekend that many will remember for good reasons. The love that supporters have for the two clubs far outweighs that of the Premier League and their myriad of fans scattered far and wide. The crowd of 85,021 was the second biggest in Europe, it was 4,000 more than the 0-0 borefest between Chelsea and Manchester City in the EFL Cup and as for the 29,164 who pitched up for a Spurs game recently……

We now have to win the next three games. It’s as simple as that. Nine points would take us above Barnsley and looking to cement that second promotion place. But please, let’s be more active and less passive. Let’s go all-out to finish a team off.

The next two opponents are in a relegation scrap. Burton are nicely becalmed in mid table. We can do it. But let’s not sit back at 1-0.

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7 Responses to “Sixer’s Sunderland-Portsmouth Soapbox: Wembley woes Vol VI” Subscribe

  1. vince April 1, 2019 at 6:43 pm #

    What a great day out,…but hear hear to the not sitting back at1-0 up , assuming we get to a 1-0 position.We patently cannot afford to do this any more.

  2. Adam Batstone April 1, 2019 at 6:57 pm #

    This is an excellent account of a good game between two good teams and two excellent sets of fans. As a Pompey fan obviously I was delighted with the result, but I have a lot of time for Sunderland having lived in the North East for many years and always preferred trips to Roker rather than another ground that shall remain nameless. I met some Mackems on the train afterwards who were real gents and a great advert for your club. We agreed that it had been a good match and a good advert for League One. None of us would relish it, but just imagine what the play-off final would be like if that was just the warm up…
    Adam

    • salutsunderland April 1, 2019 at 8:54 pm #

      Thanks, Adam. I had it the other way round, meeting some lovely Pompey fans in that interminable queue for the tube. Plus a great Pompey-supporting pal came over from Paris even without knowing whether he’d have a ticket (he did). I wanted us to thump you but after HT you were the better side.

  3. Jennifer Lowery April 1, 2019 at 11:44 pm #

    Any connections there to Lord Constantine of Nelson & Maraval?

  4. Peter Sixsmith April 2, 2019 at 9:41 am #

    No, although he had the bearing and poise of a Lord. More of a fast bowler than a stylish batsman….

  5. wrinkly pete April 2, 2019 at 4:27 pm #

    I see you were in the posh seats whereas I was up in “The Gods”, the second highest I have been in the “new” Wembley. The highest was for England v Kazakstan (? spelling) with my two sons and eldest grandson where we could almost touch the back wall. The grandson was bored by the football but fascinated by the cameras on wires – hey ho. This time it was the just the two sons who risked all on Mothers Day to accompany me. We had a wonderful day together – sometimes it is the taking part that means more than the result. And what wonderful fans we have; the singing for Bradley Lowery on six minutes followed by the applause for Jermain Defoe on eighteen. No real regrets as Portsmouth deserved the win.

  6. Tom Lynn April 3, 2019 at 10:44 pm #

    Great stuff Pete and we have our club back.
    Just one point to Wrinkly Pete, the applause on 18 minutes was in tribute to Connor Brown, the 18 year old SAFC fanatic brutally murdered in Sunderland city centre some weeks ago and had nothing to do with Jermaine Defoe. Connor’s mates from the Dolphin pub in Farringdon, Sunderland took a flag to Wembley bearing his name. Such hideous events put football into perspective and it’s so sad that such a canny lad had his life cut tragically short and missed his beloved team playing at the home of football and all of the associated enjoyment of a superb Wembley weekend.

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