I don't need to put a gloss on this defeat. It was undeserved, a draw definitely a fair result and well done to all who participated on a droublie, dreich January day.
Gavin acquitted himself very well in goal, arriving as he did with flask of coffee, a most unusual piece of equipment for a goalkeeper, anywhere at any time!
I was really looking forward to playing in this game but kept myself on the sidelines throughout with only a puny linesman's flag for company. I suppose I was instrumental in their win failing to flag their bloke offside as he went on to score the game's only goal. He was onside, by a whisker, so there we are. Pity their bloke didn't reciprocate on a few occasions when less than whiskers and obvious bits of Euclidean geometry were involved but there you are. Perhaps he was blind or daft or both. Anyway I felt we missed a few chances which were well created so that errant flags and bias should , perhaps, not have been an issue. There we go, next week Sandy and a birro bias will all too evident on this particular day.
Roy, man of the match, played valiantly with a huge ugly lump on his leg- he's not available against Sandy. John played with a fat knee and at half time, the body has to be respected, was replaced by Bill who performed very creditably at right back. Dave got into some ongoing spat with some skinny shit on their side but perhaps the bloke took umbrage at Dave's visage, with two boiled eggs gone bad masquerading as cheeks. What was he on? Phil's legs took a bit of a savaging, I rushed my tracksuit off only to slowly replace it and gan back to a birro warmth.
A canny little drink, at least for me, in their steel shuttered clubhouse and then yem for another shag end of Sunday day.
Other mentions- terrific tackle by Chris Griffiths at 0-0, Matt skimmed the bar, Steve does best from deep, Dave played well despite...... , Richard did an excellent performing seal act with head and ball, superglue on the bonce?, Chris W is becoming a birrova bite-yer-legs character, I like that, these vets don't like it up em. Oh yes and Mark Mills did very well defensively.
Toodle pip
Finished.
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Lads dun good I thought. Bit unlucky. I'm up for a bit of centre-back action on Sunday Ron. I'll bring the mulled wine in my flask for that one! Apparently there is a special offer going on in Tesco!
Is there anybody out there?
I didn't think so.
I think therefore I am.
Or even 'cogito ergo sum'
Fabio the fraud!
My hands are clean- giz thi job.
I might not have paid my match sub for 13.1.08 mind.
Non-selection next week for wet weather pussies!
Thought I'd offer up my England team for discussion, based on current form.
1. James
2. Richards
3. Shorey
4. Gerrard
5. Ferdinand
6. Lescott
7. Bentley/Milner
8. Parker
9. Rooney
10. Abgonlahor
11. Young
Shit isn't it? Who'd want to be an England manager?
QUOTE-: My Celebs choice
1. James Syd James
2. Richards Wendy Richards
3. Shorey Sandy Shorey
4. Gerrard Depardieu
5. Ferdinand Franz Ferdinand
6. Lescott Lescott Piggot
7.Bentley/Milner Rather the Car
8. Parker Yes me Lady
9. Rooney Only talent weve got
10. Abgonlahor
11. Young
Abgonlahor has been brilliant for Villa and would be a great choice. So too Young they have been combining well togeather if only John Carew and Martin Laursson were English we would have our first ever Villa quartet.
Geordie Smith from Gateshead
Geordie Broon from Newcastle
Geordie Smith from Whitley Bay
Little Geordie Smith from Jarrow
Tadger Fenwick from Pity Me
Cadger Broon from North Shields
Ali Fachar Singh from South Shields
Geat Big Geordie Black from Windy Nook
Milner from Newcastle United
Ameobi from Newcastle United
Spadger Nettylicker from Durham
Geordie Thompson from Byker
Jackie Naebrain from Sunderland
A team to die for!
what soup shall i bring on sunday?
WELL WELL FACKIN WELL!
It's Keegan, success or failure it's an exciting, bold move. Wor Kev, the miner's lad, is back there'll be nae surrender noo. We'll be carried yem on our shields but will nivvor be slinkin back in via a Liverpool McDonalds and prison.
Shearer might be on board, Beardsley'll certainly be involved and McDermott will be allowed to crack a joke and smile again.
Mind you there is the slight problem of the current playing staff. If Kevin can get creative, flair football out of some of this lot I'll eat hay with a jackass.
Hunches- a rebirth of that Spanish full back- an onslaught from Ameobi- Emre plays at last and plays when he's playing.
Others who may benefit Milner, Ngobia, Carroll, Taylor, the rest look out.
HOWAY THE LADS
There'll be 50 odd thousand at the Stoke replay tonight after all, wi canna lose can wi- course we can't- but them players!
Sorry...but did Keegan win anything at Newcastle?
'I'd love it...I would love it...if I could get beaten up in my car again, if I could come 2nd after being 12 points ahead again, if I could be selected as England manager and admit I'm not good enough again...can I go back to my golf now in the Seychelles?'
Keegan won all things that mattered at Newcastle. He won hearts, fucking thousands of them. Who cares about titles and cups when people were filled with the joy of hope. It might have been a roller coaster but god it was thrilling.
Not for Wor Kev the endless note taking, the 'tactical' deliberations and the unemotional hackneyed responses to journalistic probings. He really would have loved it and so would we all but it didn't happen, so what. I am not up to this England management- not for him the "I will not resign" (what and lose me compensation) or the hackneyed crapspeak of a McLaren, Neale, Clemence or Hoddle.
Newcastle 2-0 up with 10 men but there are 50,000 on the pitch.
They think it's all over, it isn't yet.
Howay those bonny lads.
'Who cares about titles and cups'
You might as well bring back big Sam, Souness etc. And old Mike Ashley might when he drops from the 25th most wealthiest bloke in the UK to a man broken by hopes and dreams of turning around a sinking ship and his only joy is a bottle of Newcastle Brown, that he sips in the Alan Shearer bar at St. James, where photos adorn the walls of happier times before Northern Rock went belly-up and a great result is beating Stoke 4-1 in a FA Cup REPLAY!
You can't polish a shit can you?
shame only 35000 turned up for the Stoke game. maybe the other 15000 will come back when things are better.
Who cares about the past and the future. The past is unavoidable and the future fraught with uncertainty. Dwelling in either realm is simply madness. At present there is joy. The present is where we comfortably inhabit and indulge our pleasures. The future is only part of this present in so much as we might anticipate little things that might happen for us. Next birthday I will.., next Christmas I should...next holiday I might....yet even tomorrow is an aeon away during which all manner of shit will intervene. We Geordies are happy, happy enough to hope for good things over the next few days and like the rest of the human hordes dare hope for a few hours of contentment. Howay the lads for the now and hope it lasts till Saturday!
Mike Ashley? Who he with his vast obscene wealth earned from pushing shoddy, shitty clothing to the undiscerning multitudes? If he flops, a bottle of broon in the last chance saloon will be more than he deserves. Alongside the rest of the knaves who run our leisure facilities and much else he has earned no respect. His little hobby just happens to coincide with the interests of the morally more deserving majority! Mind you the same applies to so many other places, Abramovitch carpetbagger of the USSR, that Thai thief at Manchester City spring to mind as do our own 'friends in the north' the Hall family and the barrow boy Freddy Sheppard. No I'll stick with honest millionaire Kevin Keegan, who arguably earned some stripes, until he is brought low through embezzlement, paedophilia or mass murder.
We won at Stoke, surprise surprise, nice on the night, one game at a time and even the plank Owen scored.
Howay away away....
Big what...... Big who...... Sim.. Sum.. Sam? What does that mean, an interlude of a shepherd's madness?
Oh big samidge that's what. But now it's time for dinner fuck off with yer Big Sam or even yer Big Mac I'll hev a Big Kev with peas and dumplins if you please.
0-0!
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