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Should have to take a supporter test at 50. See if you can still shout geet loud and leave ten minutes early.

I fucking loved my Pods. I know the radgies at my school (Norham in North Shields for full transparency), were enamoured with Kickers, but the Pods were a more sophisticated and nuanced shoe.

I don't even listen to what our own fans think never mind what these cunts think of us.

Most general football fans are thick as fuck. I've overheard people suggest 'player x' should be getting a game, and we had sold the cunt that summer. Most fans don't put the thought into it like us freaks.

I can understand it in the box, to be fair. If the ball is lost in their box, it's a less perilous position anyway so it shouldn't be much of an issue, but he does it everywhere.

He does it all the fucking time. Longstaff had a habit of doing it, too. Listen, if you want to theatrically throw yourself to the ground, be my guest, but if you don't get the foul then back up and try and win it back, or at least make an effort getting back into position. To not have a PL goal from open play in 12 months or whatever, is all the evidence you need.

I’ve never really taken to him. For the most part, his performances have been underwhelming for quite some time. One thing that particularly frustrates me is his habit of staying down after every challenge, even when play is clearly continuing around him. I don’t think he’s good enough overall, and his attitude doesn’t exactly do much to change that impression either.

I was probably a little softer back then, but the coldest my feet have ever been was(weirdly) 20 years ago tomorrow (07-01-06). I kept trying to curl my toes so the residual heat from the bottoms of my feet would give my digits some respite. Newcastle vs Mansfield (1-0), with Shearer equalising Milburn's record.

Get him signed.

Should triumph once again prove so coy as to withhold itself from Eddie Howe in this forthcoming contest, it would be entirely reasonable to conclude that we are not merely observing ninety minutes of association football, but rather bearing witness to the slow unfurling of a managerial epilogue. In such a moment, the immutable hand of destiny, long patient yet ultimately unsparing, may be seen to draw the velvet curtain on his tenure, guiding him with a courteous but unmistakable firmness toward the side door of history.

Aye, tamest shot ever

This was the team the first time I attended a Newcastle-Leeds fixture. Given, Hughes (Ketsbaia, 86), Pistone, Batty, Howey, Pearce, Lee, Gillespie (Albert, 86), Speed, Andersson, Shearer. Ketsbaia scored within a minute of coming on.

If victory eludes Eddie Howe in this impending encounter, one might reasonably infer that we are witnessing not merely a football match, but the possible denouement of his managerial narrative, with the subtle yet inevitable force of fate ushering him towards the exit.

It is with a sense of melodramatic inevitability that one must conclude that, should the forthcoming fixture fail to culminate in a triumphant outcome, it may very well constitute the terminal chapter in Eddie Howe’s tenure as the esteemed overseer of Newcastle United’s tactical destiny.

Bags of enthusiasm, pace to burn, but half the time his brain and his feet are clearly in two very different WhatsApp groups.

If the fates should so cruelly conspire that victory eludes us on this most consequential of occasions, one must concede that this fixture shall, with almost Shakespearean inevitability, represent the final chapter in the managerial tenure of Mr Edward Howe, whose continued stewardship of our beloved club would become, alas, an untenable fantasy, clung to only by the deluded and the hopelessly sentimental.

Utterly shite today. Fingers crossed it's just ring rust. 😐

This shall almost certainly represent the terminal instalment of Eddie Howe’s tenure, contingent upon his failure to secure victory in the forthcoming fixture.

Howe's last if he doesn't win this, sadly.

Howe's last game if he doesn't win this.

“Ladies and gentlemen, whatever dignity remained in boxing is literally flying out the window.”

Fuck it. Win. 0-1. Thiaw header.

I mean, I've seen it with my own eyes. The lad gets tackled fairly, and then whinges on the ground protesting while the game goes on around him. I think that's half-arsed. Longstaff did the same, mind you.