IT IS a testament to Aaron Connolly’s quality that he is a frequent customer of the last chance saloon.
Luton, Venezia, Middlesbrough, Hull -all of them appeared to represent the Irish striker’s last shot at redeeming a career self-sabotaged by off-pitch excess.
Each and every time, somebody else was prepared to throw Connolly a lifeline. But after a summer with nary a sniff of employment, it really does feel like Sunderland could be crunch time for the 24-year-old.
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