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Is Saliba injured? They are missing him a lot. Konate is pants as usual.

Spain start Pedro porro? Waaank

France have about 5 players who want to defend.

The deadline was March 1st.

Mind you Deschamps is a rotten manager the quicker they replace him with ZZ the better.

Demolition

Lovely yet sad story. Sorry for your loss. Football touching hearts.

Will rarely get tired of Mbappe fucking up his role of a Cronaldo tribute act and Brucechamps being dry humped

France have been pretty bad. Midfield is wide open.

Pedri with number 4.

As do Jordan.

As usual Spain have France just where they want them. 3-0.

Yamal bought that.

all-time favorite NUFC moment, that goal.

Mate, sorry for your loss and thank u for sharing that story. cheers.

Picking up where we left off. Great game this

Peps lost it man, his lass has fucked off and he's got far to many players..........gone by Christmas

Hilarious that this sends their arch rivals to Europe.

(being sarcastic of course)

I'd drive both of them myself

Playing as a LW, we'd have to sell at least one of ours.

Can we sign Nico Williams?

Shorts are a bit long

Been watching the highlights again and the Full-Time Celebration video featuring Peter Sandberg's "Dismantle" (cheers for the resource, whoever it was, ). I haven't really gone into much detail about our cup final experience. More out of respect for Mrs G's unwavering sense of privacy than anything else but am minded to share a bit. FWIW Her Mam, an amazingly warm, generous and hugely entertaining woman, had dementia kick in a few years ago. Signs were there at a time we moved her from her house into a lovely bungalow but she slowly diminished before our very eyes from then on. If any consolation was to be had it is that at her, ultimate demise, she was under her own roof with her loved ones around her, whom she still remembered at the end. She loved her sport. Rugby and football, mainly. We'd have her and her long term partner around for every Newcastle match. She, most definitely would have been here for the final. As it was she took a huge downturn the week prior. This was expected as she'd stopped eating and drinking. Mrs G took time of work and stayed overnight whilst her sister and M-in-L's partner (they never lived together, as it goes) covered the days. Cup final day came and we both watched it here. Surreal as it was we both lapped it up as much as anyone of us that day. Bruno's post-match interview about 70 years of waiting, some dying in the lingering. Particularly poignant, of course. On her way up to her Mam's she dropped me off at the Metro for my futile trip into town to catch up with my drunken brother and our pal from York. Despite missing them I still enjoyed a taste of the euphoria but, by the time I'd walked up to St.James to meet some other family, my heart wasn't in it. Had a beer in the Haymarket, bus home, watched the first half again and went to bed. Mrs G had gone to her Mam's, took over from the others and sat by her bed for a bit. Her Mam was very very weak, drifting a bit but mostly sleeping. At one point, however, she woke up and the wife says.... "Mam, Newcastle won the cup!!!" "eeeh, never, I don't believe you" came the faint reply On the evening of the following Tuesday 3 of her Grandchildren were sat around her bed, saying their goodbyes, as it were. The subject of our Cup win came up, 1 of the Grandkids is Man U through and through. "Mam, tell him about Newcastle winning the Cup" "yes, I know. First one I've missed as well" She passed away Thurs morning. Bruno knew the crack Has to be said, by the way, that our injecting our eyes and ears with all that glorious Cup Final content was a massive help those post-final 2 weeks.

Far from shit.