Chris_R

And when that doesn't happen they'll award themselves the cup anyway.

Christ and I thought I was an old fart being annoyed that all the kids were on coke.

My sister's trick is to wrap a box of wine up as if it's a present, say it's her friend's birthday and they're meeting inside. Nobody's ever asked her to unwrap it.

Mate and I once snuck 14 cans into Durham cricket ground between us. Don't think any were up our rectum though. Top tip is if you're wearing tracksuit bottoms as my mate was, stick one in a sock and stack them up your leg. Down the sleeves of a coat is another good place, can get a few in each one. Relies on fairly lax security searches though!

Of course, that's 2m35 more training than they'd done in about 3 years

Was probably my favourite non-goal moment of the game. He was going to tie and re-tie those laces for as long as it took for the ref to book him. I was laughing and applauding him during the match.

Actually thinking back hadn't he actually admitted molesting a child to Byrne, and they still kept playing him? Wasn't even just an accusation.

I know it wasn't on his watch but he managed Sunderland who didn't suspend a player accused of molesting a child.

He always does fine to start with because got the most part they still remember how to be footballers and professional athletes. It's after he's had them for a year or two that the wheels really fall off.

Newcastle, Newcastle women and Newcastle reserves

What's our average attendance then this year? Aside from the mackems, are the gates big?

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Absolutely delighted for him. Nobody will ever have a better week than this. Imagine knowing your life has peaked at 32 though, everything going forward will be like Neil Armstrong after he came back from the moon

1973, gtf. For context, our winning the league in 1927 was closer to their FA Cup win in 1973, than their 1973 win is to Sunday.

'dry' event.... Yeah right. There'll be a LOT of bottles of Fanta getting taken in with the seal already broken.

Yeah you've just got to turn up to "give them a game". Technically it's not an incorrect statement. Also regarding the "It cost them £600m to win a third level cup" bit.... Lads, I've got news for you but it cost me nothing. I didn't pay any of that. Well maybe beyond normal ticket contributions etc, but I certainly haven't been landed with a 9-figure payment demand so that £600m number is not remotely my concern.

That's your fault though. I try not to do anything at work at the best of times, never mind the days following a cup win.

Burn's goal made me cry. I was already thinking "We've started well, this feels different!" but we all know how that normally ends for us so I was far from confident. When he scored, it was just the sheer moment. Finally scoring a goal in a final at Wembley, and a meaningful one at that. It's all I'd said to my work colleagues on Friday, that I just wanted us to have a meaningful moment like that, no matter the result. To score and for it to matter, not to claw one back to make it 1-4 or something, a goal of importance that I could celebrate and enjoy. And he'd given me what I wanted, I knew at that point that no matter what followed, I'd had my moment. I hadn't dared dream about actually winning, so I felt whole just with that, if we went on to lose then so be it, we'd still scored and led in a cup final, that could never be taken away from me. When the half time whistle came moments later I sat and blubbed for a couple of minutes, this was my team and we were leading at half time in a cup final. I had at least 15 minutes to savour it, and I did. Second half, when the disallowed effort went in, like everyone I went bananas, followed by the sense of disappointment and a feeling of "here we go again, well we all know how THIS script always ends". We've all seen it watching Newcastle, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory with monotonous predictability. I resigned myself to it happening again. Then within moments, Isak whacked the next one in and it was sheer jubilation. I knew, KNEW that one couldn't be taken away, there was no reason and it would stand, we were 2-0 up and had a second hand on the trophy. I started to believe. My boss (Norwich fan and a great bloke) then messaged almost straight away suggesting it was on, but the doubts started flooding back and I pushed them down, my reply being oddly prophetic.... I remembered the time I'd quoted him and by 92m45s I was typing a reply saying "OK, maybe I'll have to admit it's on!" ready to send as 93 ticked over, but then Liverpool attacked and I paused my typing. Then just after 93 ticked over they scored and I deleted my message, replacing it with just "Told you we needed to get to 93..." Honestly though, I was just annoyed they scored. Yes the "what if" enters your head, but I know how good we are at seeing games out now and they'd offered almost nothing so far so I thought we were still OK. I did however turn the TV volume right down (Something I always do in these cases) because if they'd scored and I had to listen to the commentator and their fans go apeshit for an equaliser I'd have been destroyed. I didn't cheer at the whistle. I just collapsed. Tears came again. Hugged my daughter, who at 3 had no idea what was going on (She had Frozen on an old phone of mine) other than daddy was shouting too loud a few times and upsetting her, which I felt really bad about but there was no corking or moderating those emotions I'll just take my 'bad parent' points on the chin as collateral damage, much like Tonali's booking. I'd only had 4 beers during the game, needing to be at least coherent whilst solely in charge of a toddler but when my wife got in at 8, and with my daughter already asleep the wine was opened. The wife's not much of a drinker but she had half a bottle, I had the other 1.5 and then all replays and footage exhausted on the internet I fell into bed at about 2am. What a day. When I started typing that wasn't at all intended to be so in-depth but there we are. I'm sure I'll re-read this thread in years to come, as I have others on here that have covered important times, and as the human brain is so fallible then hopefully if I stumble upon this post of mine in 30 years time it'll serve as a testament to correct any misconceptions time will give me about how I felt and reacted back on that fateful March day which ended the longest drought in football.

I find it interesting how many former players end up supporting us. He's a cockney who joined us at 25, and played more games for Wimbledon than he did for us. Most of his time here was probably under Dalglish and Gulllit rather than Keegan or Robson, and yet he still says "we" when talking about Newcastle. There's definitely seems to be something about the club and the area that people just "get" even though none of them (until now!) won anything here at all.

I was the same from the comfort of my own living room. Absolutely screaming at the TV - "YEEEES! FUCKING CHALK THAT ONE OFF YOU CUNTS. FUCKING GET IN!" then absolutely launched the thing I was holding at the TV screen which thankfully turned out to be a roll of kitchen roll

Old Stevie? In the promotion season I had a season ticket in the paddock right behind him. Never fully understood why he was allowed to just roam the touchline like he did, and basically stand next to the dugout all game.

I'm grateful for every snippet of media, I truly am, but what the fuck is going on where they've taken a landscape video and then put massive top and bottom borders around it which add absolutely nothing at all to make it a portrait video? Then here's me watching THAT on a desktop in landscape so I get this.... I truly despair at times. That in proper landscape would have been lush, instead I'm looking at a fucking stamp in the middle of my screen.