Nucasol

“Judge him on his results v Fulham and Bournemouth”.

Enjoy the celebrations buddy. No dog bowls, no dog beds 😉

Hopefully lemming it off the Wear bridge about now.

Hopefully still here in 40 years regaling people in the corporate boxes about his time with the club. Fucking hero.

Worth every penny, cent, euro, lira, whatever

Better for me. Won a major trophy, saved us from relegation, Top 4.

His Fergie moment. Hopefully eliminating the moaning Minnie’s and getting everyone pulling together.

Club legend now. Can’t even begin to stress the importance of him to NUFC since 2022.

Sobbing my eyes out here, proper release. 40 years of waiting and can’t process it.

Sick of winning the bridesmaids participation prize of supporting our team well. Let’s get the fucking trophy lads, Howay into these Brookside Jimmy Corkhill sounding motherfuckers.

Inbred yokels.

Promotion for them is secondary to us not winning the cup tomorrow or getting in the Champions League. That’s the bigger prize for those salty whoppers.

Brentford win.

So a really competitive landscape, that’s what really makes it exciting, the same handful of teams winning everything, every year. AND IT’S LIVE!!

How depressing is this stat from the BBC: It is 10 years since anybody other than Manchester City, Manchester United or Liverpool have won the EFL Cup. Time to break the streak.

69-70k is the absolute sweet spot I reckon. Stick a roof on and we’ll have an atmosphere to rival any stadium if they don’t drop a bollock on rehousing the noiser sections of our support. Logan’s Running the East Stand clientele would be great too.

I always just go in the station door in between Boots and Pret and near the honking netties, always been just around that end so I can make a quick exit for train when it gets announced.

Still there and still lax - commute in / out three times a week and not seen any security even on last year’s final.

The beer was weapons grade. Was a complete state by Day 3, missus spewed up all over the AirBnB so spent 2 hours retching whilst cleaning it up. Farted in a tobacco shop and cleared the place out, smelt like a dead animal. Blamed it on some fat sweaty bloke who looked far more befitting of the act and then owned up later on. 13 years later and the in-laws still laugh about it.

Same, that lad in the yellow jacket chant commanding and hanging out the window of the mini square.

Bahahaha. Burn has played top flight football for a decade and scored in the Champions League. Primark Terry Butcher hasn’t been above the Championshit yet.

Of course. Rich getting richer.

Wondering what tangentially connected fixed asset the broke cunts will be selling this year to fund their inevitable spree.

Didn’t the Francoist cunts start shopping about for different leagues to play in after their injustice at the Bellingham sending off?