SITTING in the Stadium of Light on New Year’s Day, my ears pricked up when I heard “granda” in the row behind. The lad talking was no spring chicken himself. I’d guess mid-30s or, if his was a hard paper round in Southwick, early 20s. The bloke he was speaking to, granda, looked old enough to have been at Roker Park in 1936 to see Raich Carter captain Sunderland to our sixth league title. It’s customary at this point for Mackems to casually mention that a small club up the road called Newcastle