Come on. This show is brilliant.
10 minutes in the first episode you have a clueless managing director trying to change club identity with no idea about heritage and nobody willing to challenge him.
Like you I found the sequencing last series awful, showing goals being celebrated at the wrong ground etc, I hate stuff like that.They’ve used the same close up shot of the crowd celebrating 3 times in 3 different episodes so far. Minor thing, but the amount of money Netflix dish out to people to make tv shows for them it’s a poor effort.
And you have held on to that tidbit for how long?Pleased you got it off your chest.!Like you I found the sequencing last series awful, showing goals being celebrated at the wrong ground etc, I hate stuff like that.
I was watching that 999 on the front line which is filmed in cov. I noticed them driving the ambulance to a call out somewhere in cov and it showed them driving both ways down Ansty Road, I weren't pleased
Haha, i just had to tell somebodyAnd you have held on to that tidbit for how long?Pleased you got it off your chest.!
Like you I found the sequencing last series awful, showing goals being celebrated at the wrong ground etc, I hate stuff like that.
I was watching that 999 on the front line which is filmed in cov. I noticed them driving the ambulance to a call out somewhere in cov and it showed them driving both ways down Ansty Road, I weren't pleased
Haha, i just had to tell somebody
“If we can get out of league one, then you feel that the serious work begins.”
Lol
There seems to be something funny and amusing for football clubs to have decent, passionate fans. There's more of them, but they are no different to us or any other club. Remember the bloke close to tears holding the sign "We'll Be Back" when we went down? Amused at fans crying after losing at Wembley? Think I'd have shed a few if Exeter had beaten us.
Yes, it's Sunderland, yes, there's history, but I felt sympathy for those decent fans throughout the series. We take the piss about them being Billy Big Bollocks in our league, but they are! 46,000 fans against Bradford City is remarkable.
We all love our bit of banter, but we shouldn't get bitter and twisted with it all. Now of all times maybe we should start showing a little respect to others.
Just saying like........
I read a review that said his foul mouthed rant at his marketing team was like a scene from Glengarry Glen RossThat posh prick who clearly knows nothing about football
Its a poor show conpared to other dooty docus out there
Sum’ th’ Sunlun fans ackcha nee’ subty’als lyk
It’s decent watch. Only seen first episode, to be fair thought Stuart Donald comes across pretty well. The meeting between that Charlie and the four others (hopefully in the top echelons of the club !!!) was cringeworthy/comedy gold.
There was an earlier documentary on Sunderland (Why always Sunderland?) which I think was on the BBC. It was when they were managed by Peter Reid and they were having quite a successful time. The thing that stood out for me was an episode where they showed Reid in the dressing room at half time talking to the team. It was basically an incoherent rant. Reid talked ten to the dozen, obviously pumped up, the players nodded dutifully but what he was saying was largely incoherent rubbish. I was amazed that a manager, working at the highest level, someone who played in a World Cup, could sound like any Sunday League manager of a pub team.
There was an earlier documentary on Sunderland (Why always Sunderland?) which I think was on the BBC. It was when they were managed by Peter Reid and they were having quite a successful time. The thing that stood out for me was an episode where they showed Reid in the dressing room at half time talking to the team. It was basically an incoherent rant. Reid talked ten to the dozen, obviously pumped up, the players nodded dutifully but what he was saying was largely incoherent rubbish. I was amazed that a manager, working at the highest level, someone who played in a World Cup, could sound like any Sunday League manager of a pub team.