Vinny Green Balls

Maybe if we could get a couple of Northern European girls to claim he IS a rapist, we could get him locked up for a while. Seems to be working elsewhere in the news. You have several hundred thousand Geordies who could make that claim.

In Greek times, it was simply a way of climbing up the social ladder.

that he was a Premier league manager without a completely punchable face. Redknapp...Allardyce...and now Pardew thrown in the mix.

The man is coming in under acrimonious circumstances. This prick Pardew is part of the ouster, particularly if golfmag is right (which I certainly have no reason to believe otherwise now). He was complicit in the odious treatment of Hughton, and therefore will not get any support from me. In fact, I hate the pr*ck even more. Props to Jol for not even considering this job.

I in no way support cronyism in any form, hence I will in no way support that dour c*nt Pardew.

It's so bad that it converted me from perpetual lurker to poster. Not even Souness or Kinnear could do that. What makes this slightly worse than relegation for me is that we got a get out of jail free card when we won the Championship with style. I felt that we were in no danger of getting relegated, based on the absolute sh#t in the league. With just enough quality in the first team, and a strong team spirit, I fully expected us to finish 12-15th. Take away the good feeling, and replace it with that utter c*nt Pardew, and we have a very good chance of dropping like a meteor. A perfect chance for redemption, and then this. 2008-2009 could have been seen as just unpolished ineptitude at the time. This seems much, much more sinister. We'd be better off if Joe Pesci from Goodfellas ran the club. Then at least we'd see Llambias hung in a meat locker at some point. Alan Pardew? WTF?

I've been lurking on this board since the old days. I've been a supporter since the early 90's, and with having no connection to the city. I've stuck it out through some utter dross. I travelled form the states to see us spank Wednesday and Southampton in Sir Bobby's first season. I stuck through it when Keegan walked...when Dalglish underwhelmed...when Gullitt soiled St. James Park...when Sourness was appointed...when Roeder was handed the full-time position...when Keegan walked again...when that utter prick Kinnear rose from the dead to make an utter ass of himself...the horror of final day relegation...the disappointment of the board sticking with Hughton...following a Championship side from the states. Finally, I came around to seeing that Hughton was the best thing to happen to us since Sir Bobby. He restored hope in this club...in my supporting the club. In a world of cronyism and utter corruption, he was a top man doing a good job...and under a disgustingly fat Kim Jong Il (if he was a bit more unhinged). This is certainly the lowest I have felt since I jumped on the train, particularly because it reminds me of working in the corporate world and as a teacher. Football is meant to be an escape from this. And even that escape is taken away from us. The whole f#cking spirit of the game...gone. Why the f#ck am I stuck with this club when I have no real connection to it? And yet I know that my dumb ass will be asking the same question in 10 years.