He has one more thing to do this season. When the transfer window "slams shut" and Moyes walks because he sees the futility in the battle ahead, one man will come striding out the mist. Super Al, nay The King, with unwavering belief and cocksuredness knows he's the man to save them and prove those pesky Geordies wrong and Sunderland desperate for another boom-bust injection see just the man. What follows is a run of form to rival Derby in THAT ill-fated season and after 5...10 even, years of unbalance the universe is finally put to rights, with two of football's pariahs descending into the bowels of non-league pergatory in unholy matrimony.