I hadn’t planned to take my daughter as young as 3, but we won a pair of tickets after doing a treasure hunt down Roker beach. So I passed my season ticket to her uncle and we went. We were sat close to the corner flag in the north west corner. We were playing Southampton. A minute into the game Southampton were attacking down their left against our right full back. This was right in front of us. She instinctively jumped out of her seat, pointed at the Southampton player and started chanting over and over “Not You, Not You”. Then we disposed the attacking player and she instantly cheered and shouted “Yes, come on Sunderland” I was awestruck. There had been no conversation about which team we were supporting and as far as I know she had not even watched us on the TV (by now her Mam and I no longer lived together). I looked at her full of pride and thought to myself “Wow, it must be genetic”