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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 15:02:28 GMT 1
Capn.....after reading all of the above....and the true underlying message that the Fatman controls the club and its personnel his way only........I cant help feeling that your personal attacks on Pardew are because you just dont like the Ashley deadlock, and any of his lapdogs(cause thats all they are)....nothing to do with fooball. Can you honestly say this is not so?  Canny I may be alone on here in my views on Pardew regardless that he will not be shifted by Ashley but it will not stop me airing my views on him. If you happen to look at other forums you will find lots of people have the same views as me. Ashley by his stance on this plonker is shafting the supporters wholesale whether they go along with it is down to them.  ATB Capn........I do not like Pardew either....yet there is sweet FA I can do about it.....so I wont waste my breath .  |
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Post by supermac on May 13, 2013 15:40:11 GMT 1
Not to offer too dissenting an opinion - and yes, this may sound like 'everybody gets a trophy' youth sports mentality - but I'm going to say that the supporters win a little bit as well. I'm not happy with the way this season went, the way we consistently underperform in cups, and the fact that we are an absolutely horrible team in the 2nd 45...but somehow, we'll still be watching Premier League football next year, a season after making the quarterfinals of the Europa League...it may be searching for a silver lining, but I know I slept better last night than I had in weeks (not an exaggeration...except for the week I spent getting tipsy on fermented grapes in Napa Valley). This is not intended to be an absolution of the Owner, the 'Board', or the Manager...but, frankly, I don't care much about that right now. The past month or so has been wrought with terrible football, unnecessary nail biting, and a few ass-replacement surgeries...so, in the long run, the Owner will always win...but at least right now, I'm walking around with a big smile on my face, a huge weight off my shoulder, and clean undies...it feels at least a little bit like a win for me, too. Good post and reasoning SM......however this can only be your first or second time around with this trauma......wait until you have 50 years in with more than a dozen of these type seasons....just wonder if you will feel the same then.  I agree with you there, for sure. I am certainly lacking in experience when it comes to full-fledged support - and experiencing seasons like this. I started as a very passive supporter of Newcastle about a decade ago...and by passive, I mean, I would play as them in the FIFA video game, order Brown Ale when I went out to bars, and generally check the scores and table on a fairly irregular basis...access then is not what it is today, especially when you don't know where to find it. So, my first season of real immersion in Newcastle was our relegation season...in fact, I believe the first time I went out to the pub to experience one of their games was when we went to Four Courts for the 1-0 Villa game...my first communal experience was witnessing the team get relegated, unfairly trying to commiserate with lifers who had heard this song before. My second season, then, was spent praying that one of their Championship matches would be on television, trekking to Arlington to watch a listless 0-0 draw at Leicester, reading game reports online and getting far too excited about how well the lads were performing. It was at that point that I knew they were more than a hobby or a fad for me...they'd supplanted all of my traditional American sports teams as MY TEAM. I didn't care so much about the Phillies (they had just won a World Series, checking a boyhood wish off my list and making it easier to follow them passively) or the Flyers. I despise American football and pro basketball, so there was no competition there. Newcastle have become the team I am most identified with by those who know me and the one whom I choose to identify myself as when anyone asks who my team is (it's an additional irritant to NFL fans when they ask who my favorite football team is and I say "Newcastle" and they stare blankly trying to figure out what way to steer the conversation). I can't say I know what it will feel like in 50 years or even begin to imagine what being born into supporting this team is like. I don't doubt that my mindset will change when seasons like this occur in the future. The best I can say is this: I have not supported Newcastle for the full 31 years of my life and I have not supported them for the same length as any of my preferred Philadelphia sports teams. I used to be an absolute fanatic - there was no sport I didn't follow or know every last detail about. But as time moves on, our priorities change and, for me, sports is one that has continued to take on a diminished role in my life. At the same time, though, Newcastle has taken a larger chunk of my sporting heart (even invading into my personal space). The first question I get from my girl any Saturday or Sunday we speak is "How'd Newcastle do today?" I'm in the infancy of my superfandom with this club and while I would've supported them no matter the tier of football they were playing in, I wanted to continue to support them in the Premier League. We view this club through a microscope and see things that outsiders don't and won't...we're good at keeping secrets in our abusive relationship. The ability to keep those secrets is what allows me to pity my handful of Arsenal friends in front of them, commiserate with a Stuttgart supporter, and tweak my Chelsea friend because he whines about EVERYTHING (and failing to secure a full 3 against Toon is always a sore subject for him). Our marriage looks fine to outsiders, despite the problems we have within it. As in life, we have choices to make - we either realize it's far too important to give up on and do whatever is necessary to make it work and make it better or we move on to something else. We're all at different stages with our relationship to Newcastle - some of us have been together for so long that we accept our partner, flawed as they are, because of they joy they once brought. Some of us are questioning "is this really worth it?" Some of us are wondering what happened to the club that stole our hearts. And some of us are happy that our partner achieved something and think, "that was a dark time, but we're past it for now and we need to seize the day moving forward." I don't know what stage everyone here is at and I can't even say I've accurately described where I'm at. I just know that today, May 13, 2013, I'm happier in my relationship than I was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. We didn't meet under ideal circumstances, but we've soldiered through just the same - it would be easier for me to leave now than after I've invested another 5, 10, or 50 years. But I know I couldn't do it. I'm stuck with them for life. And I'm okay with that. I don't know how I'll handle it the next time this situation rolls around, but I'll be ready and waiting. |
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Post by Pollypeterborough on May 13, 2013 15:48:53 GMT 1
Good post and reasoning SM......however this can only be your first or second time around with this trauma......wait until you have 50 years in with more than a dozen of these type seasons....just wonder if you will feel the same then. I agree with you there, for sure. I am certainly lacking in experience when it comes to full-fledged support - and experiencing seasons like this. I started as a very passive supporter of Newcastle about a decade ago...and by passive, I mean, I would play as them in the FIFA video game, order Brown Ale when I went out to bars, and generally check the scores and table on a fairly irregular basis...access then is not what it is today, especially when you don't know where to find it. So, my first season of real immersion in Newcastle was our relegation season...in fact, I believe the first time I went out to the pub to experience one of their games was when we went to Four Courts for the 1-0 Villa game...my first communal experience was witnessing the team get relegated, unfairly trying to commiserate with lifers who had heard this song before. My second season, then, was spent praying that one of their Championship matches would be on television, trekking to Arlington to watch a listless 0-0 draw at Leicester, reading game reports online and getting far too excited about how well the lads were performing. It was at that point that I knew they were more than a hobby or a fad for me...they'd supplanted all of my traditional American sports teams as MY TEAM. I didn't care so much about the Phillies (they had just won a World Series, checking a boyhood wish off my list and making it easier to follow them passively) or the Flyers. I despise American football and pro basketball, so there was no competition there. Newcastle have become the team I am most identified with by those who know me and the one whom I choose to identify myself as when anyone asks who my team is (it's an additional irritant to NFL fans when they ask who my favorite football team is and I say "Newcastle" and they stare blankly trying to figure out what way to steer the conversation). I can't say I know what it will feel like in 50 years or even begin to imagine what being born into supporting this team is like. I don't doubt that my mindset will change when seasons like this occur in the future. The best I can say is this: I have not supported Newcastle for the full 31 years of my life and I have not supported them for the same length as any of my preferred Philadelphia sports teams. I used to be an absolute fanatic - there was no sport I didn't follow or know every last detail about. But as time moves on, our priorities change and, for me, sports is one that has continued to take on a diminished role in my life. At the same time, though, Newcastle has taken a larger chunk of my sporting heart (even invading into my personal space). The first question I get from my girl any Saturday or Sunday we speak is "How'd Newcastle do today?" I'm in the infancy of my superfandom with this club and while I would've supported them no matter the tier of football they were playing in, I wanted to continue to support them in the Premier League. We view this club through a microscope and see things that outsiders don't and won't...we're good at keeping secrets in our abusive relationship. The ability to keep those secrets is what allows me to pity my handful of Arsenal friends in front of them, commiserate with a Stuttgart supporter, and tweak my Chelsea friend because he whines about EVERYTHING (and failing to secure a full 3 against Toon is always a sore subject for him). Our marriage looks fine to outsiders, despite the problems we have within it. As in life, we have choices to make - we either realize it's far too important to give up on and do whatever is necessary to make it work and make it better or we move on to something else. We're all at different stages with our relationship to Newcastle - some of us have been together for so long that we accept our partner, flawed as they are, because of they joy they once brought. Some of us are questioning "is this really worth it?" Some of us are wondering what happened to the club that stole our hearts. And some of us are happy that our partner achieved something and think, "that was a dark time, but we're past it for now and we need to seize the day moving forward." I don't know what stage everyone here is at and I can't even say I've accurately described where I'm at. I just know that today, May 13, 2013, I'm happier in my relationship than I was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. We didn't meet under ideal circumstances, but we've soldiered through just the same - it would be easier for me to leave now than after I've invested another 5, 10, or 50 years. But I know I couldn't do it. I'm stuck with them for life. And I'm okay with that. I don't know how I'll handle it the next time this situation rolls around, but I'll be ready and waiting. Brill post supermac. welcome to the club. |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on May 13, 2013 17:36:52 GMT 1
Aye, well thought out and written Supermac!! Welcome to the roller coaster that is the life of a Toon fan |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 18:16:58 GMT 1
Good post and reasoning SM......however this can only be your first or second time around with this trauma......wait until you have 50 years in with more than a dozen of these type seasons....just wonder if you will feel the same then. I agree with you there, for sure. I am certainly lacking in experience when it comes to full-fledged support - and experiencing seasons like this. I started as a very passive supporter of Newcastle about a decade ago...and by passive, I mean, I would play as them in the FIFA video game, order Brown Ale when I went out to bars, and generally check the scores and table on a fairly irregular basis...access then is not what it is today, especially when you don't know where to find it. So, my first season of real immersion in Newcastle was our relegation season...in fact, I believe the first time I went out to the pub to experience one of their games was when we went to Four Courts for the 1-0 Villa game...my first communal experience was witnessing the team get relegated, unfairly trying to commiserate with lifers who had heard this song before. My second season, then, was spent praying that one of their Championship matches would be on television, trekking to Arlington to watch a listless 0-0 draw at Leicester, reading game reports online and getting far too excited about how well the lads were performing. It was at that point that I knew they were more than a hobby or a fad for me...they'd supplanted all of my traditional American sports teams as MY TEAM. I didn't care so much about the Phillies (they had just won a World Series, checking a boyhood wish off my list and making it easier to follow them passively) or the Flyers. I despise American football and pro basketball, so there was no competition there. Newcastle have become the team I am most identified with by those who know me and the one whom I choose to identify myself as when anyone asks who my team is (it's an additional irritant to NFL fans when they ask who my favorite football team is and I say "Newcastle" and they stare blankly trying to figure out what way to steer the conversation). I can't say I know what it will feel like in 50 years or even begin to imagine what being born into supporting this team is like. I don't doubt that my mindset will change when seasons like this occur in the future. The best I can say is this: I have not supported Newcastle for the full 31 years of my life and I have not supported them for the same length as any of my preferred Philadelphia sports teams. I used to be an absolute fanatic - there was no sport I didn't follow or know every last detail about. But as time moves on, our priorities change and, for me, sports is one that has continued to take on a diminished role in my life. At the same time, though, Newcastle has taken a larger chunk of my sporting heart (even invading into my personal space). The first question I get from my girl any Saturday or Sunday we speak is "How'd Newcastle do today?" I'm in the infancy of my superfandom with this club and while I would've supported them no matter the tier of football they were playing in, I wanted to continue to support them in the Premier League. We view this club through a microscope and see things that outsiders don't and won't...we're good at keeping secrets in our abusive relationship. The ability to keep those secrets is what allows me to pity my handful of Arsenal friends in front of them, commiserate with a Stuttgart supporter, and tweak my Chelsea friend because he whines about EVERYTHING (and failing to secure a full 3 against Toon is always a sore subject for him). Our marriage looks fine to outsiders, despite the problems we have within it. As in life, we have choices to make - we either realize it's far too important to give up on and do whatever is necessary to make it work and make it better or we move on to something else. We're all at different stages with our relationship to Newcastle - some of us have been together for so long that we accept our partner, flawed as they are, because of they joy they once brought. Some of us are questioning "is this really worth it?" Some of us are wondering what happened to the club that stole our hearts. And some of us are happy that our partner achieved something and think, "that was a dark time, but we're past it for now and we need to seize the day moving forward." I don't know what stage everyone here is at and I can't even say I've accurately described where I'm at. I just know that today, May 13, 2013, I'm happier in my relationship than I was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. We didn't meet under ideal circumstances, but we've soldiered through just the same - it would be easier for me to leave now than after I've invested another 5, 10, or 50 years. But I know I couldn't do it. I'm stuck with them for life. And I'm okay with that. I don't know how I'll handle it the next time this situation rolls around, but I'll be ready and waiting. Absolutely brilliant post SM..........What can I say........in such a short time you(and Broon) have embraced the Geordie culture, and understand that it is a lifetime marriage......I am sure we are all proud to have you both join in on this abusive realtionship(fn classic)....oh by the way,......I'm really happy too today.  |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 20:52:25 GMT 1
I agree with you there, for sure. I am certainly lacking in experience when it comes to full-fledged support - and experiencing seasons like this. I started as a very passive supporter of Newcastle about a decade ago...and by passive, I mean, I would play as them in the FIFA video game, order Brown Ale when I went out to bars, and generally check the scores and table on a fairly irregular basis...access then is not what it is today, especially when you don't know where to find it. So, my first season of real immersion in Newcastle was our relegation season...in fact, I believe the first time I went out to the pub to experience one of their games was when we went to Four Courts for the 1-0 Villa game...my first communal experience was witnessing the team get relegated, unfairly trying to commiserate with lifers who had heard this song before. My second season, then, was spent praying that one of their Championship matches would be on television, trekking to Arlington to watch a listless 0-0 draw at Leicester, reading game reports online and getting far too excited about how well the lads were performing. It was at that point that I knew they were more than a hobby or a fad for me...they'd supplanted all of my traditional American sports teams as MY TEAM. I didn't care so much about the Phillies (they had just won a World Series, checking a boyhood wish off my list and making it easier to follow them passively) or the Flyers. I despise American football and pro basketball, so there was no competition there. Newcastle have become the team I am most identified with by those who know me and the one whom I choose to identify myself as when anyone asks who my team is (it's an additional irritant to NFL fans when they ask who my favorite football team is and I say "Newcastle" and they stare blankly trying to figure out what way to steer the conversation). I can't say I know what it will feel like in 50 years or even begin to imagine what being born into supporting this team is like. I don't doubt that my mindset will change when seasons like this occur in the future. The best I can say is this: I have not supported Newcastle for the full 31 years of my life and I have not supported them for the same length as any of my preferred Philadelphia sports teams. I used to be an absolute fanatic - there was no sport I didn't follow or know every last detail about. But as time moves on, our priorities change and, for me, sports is one that has continued to take on a diminished role in my life. At the same time, though, Newcastle has taken a larger chunk of my sporting heart (even invading into my personal space). The first question I get from my girl any Saturday or Sunday we speak is "How'd Newcastle do today?" I'm in the infancy of my superfandom with this club and while I would've supported them no matter the tier of football they were playing in, I wanted to continue to support them in the Premier League. We view this club through a microscope and see things that outsiders don't and won't...we're good at keeping secrets in our abusive relationship. The ability to keep those secrets is what allows me to pity my handful of Arsenal friends in front of them, commiserate with a Stuttgart supporter, and tweak my Chelsea friend because he whines about EVERYTHING (and failing to secure a full 3 against Toon is always a sore subject for him). Our marriage looks fine to outsiders, despite the problems we have within it. As in life, we have choices to make - we either realize it's far too important to give up on and do whatever is necessary to make it work and make it better or we move on to something else. We're all at different stages with our relationship to Newcastle - some of us have been together for so long that we accept our partner, flawed as they are, because of they joy they once brought. Some of us are questioning "is this really worth it?" Some of us are wondering what happened to the club that stole our hearts. And some of us are happy that our partner achieved something and think, "that was a dark time, but we're past it for now and we need to seize the day moving forward." I don't know what stage everyone here is at and I can't even say I've accurately described where I'm at. I just know that today, May 13, 2013, I'm happier in my relationship than I was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. We didn't meet under ideal circumstances, but we've soldiered through just the same - it would be easier for me to leave now than after I've invested another 5, 10, or 50 years. But I know I couldn't do it. I'm stuck with them for life. And I'm okay with that. I don't know how I'll handle it the next time this situation rolls around, but I'll be ready and waiting. Great post Mac. Nice analogy about it being like a marriage as well. Although I have always thought of it as being part of a huge extended family, even if I'm unlikely to meet everyone that is in it. No clear cut selection process employed either. Sometimes it is through marriage or by being born into it or occasionally via adoption. In extreme cases it creeps up on you in the darkest night and before you know it has kidnapped your mind and will not let go no matter what. This madhouse of a Club and its supporters that is the football equivalent of Hotel California, you can check out anytime, but you can never leave. The side may be s**te, but the manager and players in it are our s**t. We can and do pull the buggers to bits, but woe betide anyone else trying to do it. They will be met with fierce pride, staunch belief and the occasional spot of violence. Not condoning the last bit, but some are not as restrained as others among The Toon Army. I almost envy you the fact it's early in your love affair with The Toon. Yes there will be times when it doesn't appear to be much fun. However, like anything involving true love you will experience moments that take you far beyond what you imagined it could be like or at sometime in the distant future will light a spark which reminds you of why you fell in love in the first place. The engagement period is almost at an end and during that period you may well have received instruction concerning the roles in the marriage ceremony. The first dress rehearsal for the big day didn't quite go as planned, but things have recovered and now the thought of marriage is less daunting. You are entering into this arrangement with a clear head. However, following the wedding the marriage needs to be consummated. For a Mag that can only happen once you have been to a home game at St James Park. I hope to have the privilege of meeting you on the day that eventually happens. So having wasted more time from your life reading that bollox, welcome to the family mate. Lights Oot!  |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on May 13, 2013 20:52:42 GMT 1
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Post by Pollypeterborough on May 13, 2013 21:30:29 GMT 1
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 22:44:09 GMT 1
Hmmmmm.....guess it will be up to me to nursemaid another Yank to the Holy Graille....  |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on May 14, 2013 0:05:23 GMT 1
Hmmmmm.....guess it will be up to me to nursemaid another Yank to the Holy Graille.... FFS Canny use the spellchecker . . . . .you posting like Polly mate! |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on May 14, 2013 4:21:28 GMT 1
The government tells us that Tyneside has one of the lowest life-expecptancy rates in Great Britain. They tell us that this because of poor diet, too much alcohol and smoking. I beg to differ---the number one life span reducer in the region has to be watching Newcastle United Football Club. . . .nicked from Marc Duffy's blog
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on May 14, 2013 10:02:03 GMT 1
Exactement, mon ami |
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Post by Captain Marvel on May 14, 2013 12:47:33 GMT 1
Good post and reasoning SM......however this can only be your first or second time around with this trauma......wait until you have 50 years in with more than a dozen of these type seasons....just wonder if you will feel the same then. I agree with you there, for sure. I am certainly lacking in experience when it comes to full-fledged support - and experiencing seasons like this. I started as a very passive supporter of Newcastle about a decade ago...and by passive, I mean, I would play as them in the FIFA video game, order Brown Ale when I went out to bars, and generally check the scores and table on a fairly irregular basis...access then is not what it is today, especially when you don't know where to find it. So, my first season of real immersion in Newcastle was our relegation season...in fact, I believe the first time I went out to the pub to experience one of their games was when we went to Four Courts for the 1-0 Villa game...my first communal experience was witnessing the team get relegated, unfairly trying to commiserate with lifers who had heard this song before. My second season, then, was spent praying that one of their Championship matches would be on television, trekking to Arlington to watch a listless 0-0 draw at Leicester, reading game reports online and getting far too excited about how well the lads were performing. It was at that point that I knew they were more than a hobby or a fad for me...they'd supplanted all of my traditional American sports teams as MY TEAM. I didn't care so much about the Phillies (they had just won a World Series, checking a boyhood wish off my list and making it easier to follow them passively) or the Flyers. I despise American football and pro basketball, so there was no competition there. Newcastle have become the team I am most identified with by those who know me and the one whom I choose to identify myself as when anyone asks who my team is (it's an additional irritant to NFL fans when they ask who my favorite football team is and I say "Newcastle" and they stare blankly trying to figure out what way to steer the conversation). I can't say I know what it will feel like in 50 years or even begin to imagine what being born into supporting this team is like. I don't doubt that my mindset will change when seasons like this occur in the future. The best I can say is this: I have not supported Newcastle for the full 31 years of my life and I have not supported them for the same length as any of my preferred Philadelphia sports teams. I used to be an absolute fanatic - there was no sport I didn't follow or know every last detail about. But as time moves on, our priorities change and, for me, sports is one that has continued to take on a diminished role in my life. At the same time, though, Newcastle has taken a larger chunk of my sporting heart (even invading into my personal space). The first question I get from my girl any Saturday or Sunday we speak is "How'd Newcastle do today?" I'm in the infancy of my superfandom with this club and while I would've supported them no matter the tier of football they were playing in, I wanted to continue to support them in the Premier League. We view this club through a microscope and see things that outsiders don't and won't...we're good at keeping secrets in our abusive relationship. The ability to keep those secrets is what allows me to pity my handful of Arsenal friends in front of them, commiserate with a Stuttgart supporter, and tweak my Chelsea friend because he whines about EVERYTHING (and failing to secure a full 3 against Toon is always a sore subject for him). Our marriage looks fine to outsiders, despite the problems we have within it. As in life, we have choices to make - we either realize it's far too important to give up on and do whatever is necessary to make it work and make it better or we move on to something else. We're all at different stages with our relationship to Newcastle - some of us have been together for so long that we accept our partner, flawed as they are, because of they joy they once brought. Some of us are questioning "is this really worth it?" Some of us are wondering what happened to the club that stole our hearts. And some of us are happy that our partner achieved something and think, "that was a dark time, but we're past it for now and we need to seize the day moving forward." I don't know what stage everyone here is at and I can't even say I've accurately described where I'm at. I just know that today, May 13, 2013, I'm happier in my relationship than I was yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. We didn't meet under ideal circumstances, but we've soldiered through just the same - it would be easier for me to leave now than after I've invested another 5, 10, or 50 years. But I know I couldn't do it. I'm stuck with them for life. And I'm okay with that. I don't know how I'll handle it the next time this situation rolls around, but I'll be ready and waiting.
My second season, then, was spent praying that one of their Championship matches would be on television, trekking to Arlington to watch a listless 0-0 draw at Leicester, reading game reports online and getting far too excited about how well the lads were performing.
S.M. The very fact that you became interested in this team not knowing the background surrounding it, the history of it, the fact that it played a game you were not brought up to watch says one hell of a lot. To then carry on following this team when you watched it get relegated says a whole lot more. When you see how many supporters turn up week in and week out come rain or shine to win, lose, or draw, a side that has not won a trophy or won the league(top division) for years and it still captivates you, enthralls you, to the point that you want to carry on supporting it come what may means you have become geordiefied just the same as Polly, you mate are a chip off the old block, the geordie block that is!!  ;D ;D ATB |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 15:56:56 GMT 1
Capn..........Ho Ho ....Ive found the other supporter that thinks its all Pardews fault..... Alan Pardew is adamant staying in the Premier League was an achievement in itself for Newcastle United - despite pre-season hopes of a top-four spot. Alan Pardew:“Our season has been difficult, but we’ve come through it. “And I don’t care what anybody says, getting over the line with some of the misfortune we’ve had is an achievement. “We’ve had three cruciate injuries (Ryan Taylor twice and Haris Vuckic) – no other club has had that. “We missed key players at QPR – (Moussa) Sissoko, Shola Ameobi, Tim Krul and Davide Santon. “All year we’ve had that, but we still got over the line. That’s the main thing.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1) Only Man Utd, Man City and Arsenal get bigger attendances than NUFC. 2) We are officially in the 'Top 30 Richest Clubs In Europe' list. 3) Are NUFC the ONLY team to have injuries this season? (The Mackems have had only one striker to call on for almost two months, and Wigan had nine first team players out in February.) 4) Has progressing to the Europa League final made it a 'horror' season for Chelsea? 5) How many other clubs bought FIVE players in the January transfer window? 6) Why has this horror season been everyone's fault ... other than Alan Pardew's? In fairness, his points are good. Just wanted to post this before you found it........lol |
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Post by Fairscup on May 14, 2013 17:01:09 GMT 1
Hmmmmm.....guess it will be up to me to nursemaid another Yank to the Holy Graille.... Let me know when it happens - I want to be there |
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I've seen Newcastle United win silverware!