Leeds United was the team, back then. On their day, the lads would toy with their rivals as a particularly cruel cat might do with a half-dead mouse. This was 1972, when Leeds might well have won pretty much everything, but had to settle in the end for their solitary FA Cup triumph, missing out on the Title right at the death in typically controversial circumstances.
Given Fletcher's importance, it's not particularly good news for the Black Cats, even without taking into consideration that they're sitting just four points above the drop-zone, have won just two league games since the start of the year, are currently are without a win in seven matches and their next four fixtures include Manchester United, Chelsea, Newcastle and Everton.
Sam Allardyce's teams purport a type of football that may not be as pleasing to the eye as that of Barcelona or Arsenal, but it has consistently proven successful, and for the fans of his teams, that's by far the most important thing (how many Arsenal fans wouldn't sacrifice a bit of their trademark passing game in exchange for bringing the title to the Emirates?).
There's nothing like a controversial refereeing decision for lighting the touchpaper on a game of football. Following the goalline gaffe that cost Hibs victory over Hearts last weekend, we run down some of the football world's all-time biggest "What are you doing, ref?!" moments.
If Suarez doesn't win the award, as seems likely, it is because he is a villain of Iago-esque proportions, the bête noire of the Premier League. He's not just the player who everyone loves to hate, he genuinely is hated.
In many ways, Lukaku is just the player Rafa Benitez has been missing this season and it's maybe unfortunate (or just a yawning oversight) that of the three strikers the European Champions have on their books, the most in-form/not terrible is 146.4 miles away in the Midlands.
Joking aside, in these hard economic times I do genuinely think the success and ambition of people like Robbie Fowler should be saluted. For our economy to get going again we are going to need people investing in a big way. So I say, arise Lord Fowler, arise Lord Neeson and arise Great Britain!
Gareth Bale may be the name on everyone's lips, or newspaper, app, radio or however else you keep up to date with football. While his recent run of form has been breathtaking, it's worth mentioning three players - all of whom arrived in the summer - who have been just as important.
There's only one man who's been making the headlines at White Hart Lane recently, but Sunday's performance against Arsenal showed that Tottenham Hotspur have much more about them than just Gareth Bale.
Of course, a League Cup triumph and a top ten finish would represent another extraordinary season for the Liberty Stadium residents, but with no team side looking entirely convincing at the League's jazzy end, should they be aiming a little higher than mid-table security
A prevailing topic is the suppositional death of the 'old fashioned full-blooded tackle', yet the one thing football discussion hasn't tackled itself is the continuing existence of one of football's other old-time traditions: doping.
It is only two games and further work must be done to salvage the season, but big strides have been taken and fears of relegation are residing. These signings are a show of intent by Alan Pardew and his scouting team, who have once again shown their qualities with some astute signings.
The sense of deflation I experienced surprised even this most devoted of Reds fans. That he was retiring was no great shock in itself; the realisation that his exit belied a potentially greater psychological blow to those of us clinging to the disappearing era of one-club man football struck a far deeper chord.
It's not a matter of the players being too young, it's their sudden integration into the first team that has reaped the damage. It's simply a matter of trying to usher in a new era prematurely, long before the players could build their confidence. Lambert has tried to run before he could walk.
There's something reassuringly old-fashioned about Scott Parker as a footballer; the unflappable side-parting, the perma-grass-stained knees, the affection for bone-shuddering challenges.
Like most football fans I'm glued to the TV when it's transfer deadline day, in the vain hope that my team will buy the talisman that we need to get promoted and chase trophies.