Unless some cosmic and other worldly intervention happens and we somehow see Sunderland f*** off and lose both matches and us beat Spurs; we're down. So yeah, we're down. I'm fine going down if Rafa stays. So yeah, he won't. I'm sort of over this football thing for a while, happy to see everything get ripped to shreds in the hopes that we can all get our club back one day in the forseeable future. I was actually genuinely ready to finally come fly over to Newcastle from Orlando next season and catch a premier league match with Rafa as our manager and SJP rocking. Today has been a f***ing gut punch and a half; sucked all the f***ing belief and joy and optimism I've had the past few weeks watching us get results/improving and enjoying talking about situations in which we stay up and hopefully kicking on.
Didn't think I'd be this sour today, but I am. I'm literally incapable of enjoying anything today; fucking miserable.