If we go down, we go down. What will it mean? If we stay up NUFC have a monumental building job to do; a job requiring money brains and time. If we go down NUFC have a monumental building job to do; a job requiring money brains and time.

Humiliation resulting from relegation is a fear for some, I laugh in the face of humiliation. I remember Hereford, I still feel the pain of 74 oooohhh; 76-78. The wilderness years – the bad old days before 82-89. Oh shit man! take ya pick of the premier league years, 12 points, the Charity Shield, Lisbon & Cardiff, Alkmaar, Birmingham 5, on and on it goes. Every year there is a horrible kick in goolies.

I don’t think the slow dim-witted flabby old beast that is NUFC put on a reality check starvation diet of the lower league will be all that bad. A number of poisons will be lanced and boy do they need lancing! Without this purification I fear the same old same old spiral just going on forever and a day. I do not fear for NUFC in that lower league one tiny wee bit.

Matchdays are shite. The crowd are old and bitter and beyond spontaneity or wit. We sit in the same seats surrounded by the same defeated bastards and we moan and whinge and it’s dull, boring and apathy inducing. Apathy is the most horrible word there is to describe a mob watching NUFC.

We need the younger generation desperately, the younger generation who can not afford stupid-as-feck prices. I think clearing out a MASSIVE percentage of old farts is very very necessary. Our new bloody horrible lop sided ground without any acoustic charm has never really took off – well maybe once or twice but not often. Relegation will open up seats for people to sit together and they’ll create something fresh and joyous I’m sure.

If Cashley is just a chancer then he’ll off ski. So! NUFC is for life it is not only a hobby for a rich man. (I hate Fatso for saying NUFC was merely a hobby – the sh*tbas*ard sh*theed!) If he is committed then I repeat – the job requires money, brains and time. What good is money without brains and time. Cashley will have two choices, roll up his sleeves and work at NUFC or engineer a parting. Relegation will clear up this current tip-toeing half-arsed uncertainty.

As for our premier league players – hahaha! Honestly I take a sadist’s delight in seeing them having to endure this torture. These cartoon arseholes that have to work for a living is kind of fascinating. These men divorced by miles from what you and I have to do.

Emre and Viduka I respect, they have just thought fuck this for a game of soilders, but Taylor and Butt and Given and Duff and Owen and many many others. Fecking great! Professional footballers are wankers and seeing wankers in a childlike bewilderment is most amusing. Get rid!

Younger vibrant crowd, Honesty and commitment from our owner or not, and a new team – comprising of players with fire!

Relegation does not frighten me.

Seriously though, the Toon Army have been reacting too seriously about the thick of a relegation battle. We are just not in a good run, and if I may asking you when we have the most enjoyable season since the first time KK leave?

I also think that I’m becoming too serious since start writing this blog, and it shouldn’t always be that way, at least for the moment. Now it’s time to take-off the gas a little bit and get relax. We still have time before the nerves are beginning to stretched out again next Monday night.

Today, I also want to say that I’m thrilled by the fact that this wacky Newcastle United blog has inspired other blogger to create a new site which is discussing about the British speak. And for a return of favor, the blog owner id which is Relax Max makes me think that I was being too serious on this blog, and need more relaxing post for a while.

Alright Max, to answer your request of football chants, here are some of the famous NUFC football chants. Mind you, some of them are very vulgar one (or at least to our opposite supporters). If you need more of our football chants and other Premier league team has, fanchants.com is the best place to look for.

1. Toon! Toon! Black and White Army!
2. Theres only one Kevin Keegan….
   Theres only one Kevin Keegan!
   Sam got the sack. We got Kev back.
   Walking in a King Kev wonderland!
3. Newcastle United,
   (clap clap clap clap)
   newcastle united fc,
   your by far the greatest team,
   the worlds ever seen.
4. We’ve traveled far and wide,
   weve been to merseyside,
   but ther is no place where id rather be,
   thats in the leazes end,
   where geordies never end,
   and mackem s**m
   they all lie d**d at our feet.
5. We are the Geordies.
   The Geordie Bootboys.
   Oh we are mental.
   Oh we are mad.
   We are the loyalist,
   football supporters the world has ever had.
6. We are the Geordies,
   the Cock O’ The North.
   We all hate Sunderland and Boro of course.
   We all drink whiskey and Newcastle Brown.
   The Geordies boys are in town!

Like everyone else, I’ve been pissed off with proceeedings for a long time now. Not only with the performances of NUFC on the pitch, but with the administration of the Premier League; the greed over money concerning this 39th game abroad lark and the scheduling of TV games purely to suit the armchair fans with no respect or regard whatsoever for the travelling fans.

There have been lots of seasons where I haven’t missed a game, home or away, in the League, the domestic cups and in Europe. But not this season, I’ve taken a personal stand this season against attending away games which aren’t 3.00pm kick offs on a Saturday. As a result, I’ve refused to attend the 6.00pm at Stoke, the 12.45pm at Villa, the 7.45pm at Arsenal and the 5.15pm at Man Utd (lucky you - ED). The Liverpool away at 3.00pm on a Saturday however, was a game I was always going to attend.

When I travel to the away games, I normally do everything north of Birmingham on a coach and everything south of Birmingham by train or plane. Yesterday however, the thought of witnessing another humiliation on the pitch and the thought of a four hour coach journey home just didn’t appeal to me somehow, so I decided I would take the car and drive down.

I wanted to do a ‘SAS job’, get in quickly, get the job done, then get out again. Another reason was that I couldn’t be bothered to sit on a coach down there for 4 hours listening to the fans around me depressing me even further with their tales of woe about how we were going to be relegated and that KK would resign if we did etc. etc. etc.

So I set off on my own at 9.00am, just me and the radio for company. The roads were clear except for the M60 Manchester Ring Road and I arrived in plenty of time. After being relieved of £8 for the car park, I headed for the chippy as I hadn’t stopped for owt to eat or drink on the way down.

Outside the chippy I starting talking to a traffic cop on his motorbike, I told him where I was parked and asked him how quickly the traffic moved after the game and how long it would take to reach the start of the M62, about a mile away. He said if you wait until the end of the match it will take you about 45 minutes to go one mile but if you are willing to leave 5 minutes before the end of the match, it will be a straight run through and you will hit the M62 in about five minutes.

The thought of leaving the game to beat the traffic sounded appealing but I said to the copper “I never leave the game early, never have done”. I just stopped short of saying “never will”.

I bode farewell to the copper and made my way up Utting Ave to where The Arkles pub is on the corner at the top. I was surprised to find that they have converted the pub to ‘Home Fans Only’ and this will have come as a shock to the travelling toon fans who have always made this pub their number one destination.

As I stood eating my chips outside The Arkles watching the doormen asking to see fans match tickets so they could turn away Toon fans, I pointed loads of them in the direction of pubs where I knew for a fact Toon fans often go to (The Flat Iron, The Cabbage Hall, The Willow Grove and The Claremont).

I walked along with a few of them who didn’t know the area and where they were going and I took them to The Cabbage Hall which was packed with Toon fans in high spirits (pissed). I then walked further on to The Claremont where I had arranged to meet some mates. The pre-match banter and joviality was great, as it usually always is, and both Toon and Liverpool fans took great delight in watching on the big screen Pompey dump Man Utd out of the FA Cup. That was just about where the fun for the day ended cos 15 minutes later I was inside the ground awaiting kick-off.

I reckon my first post on this thread sums up the match so I don’t want to go into any more detail about it and depress myself even further. The only on-pitch thing worth mentioning was Oba’s 40 yard shot which rattled the bar (when your lucks in that would have gone in).

I witnessed lots of fans today, many of whom I knew, asking the stewards at half-time to open the gate and let them out so they could go back to the pub and have a drink, rather than stay and witness the second half. A few of them tried to get me to go with them but as I was driving home after the game I knew I couldn’t have a drink so I decided it was ‘my duty’ to stay and support the lads.

Six minutes into the second half when Gerrard strolled through to notch their third, I was beginning to wish I had gone with them. As the clock on the scoreboard ticked over to 60, 65, 70 minutes I suddenly began to think about what the copper had said about avoiding the traffic if I left early and I’m sorry to admit it but when the clock reached 85 minutes I realised it would have been stupidity to stop to the end so I walked out and went back to my car, which thankfully still had its wheels on.

I made a speedy exit from the car park on to the road outside and just as the copper had said, the roads were empty and I made it to the start of the M62 in about five minutes. The result came on the radio at 5.00pm and as it was still 3-0 I was relieved that I hadn’t walked out early and missed some form of toon comeback (a goal at least).

On the drive home, the M62, M60, M1 and A1 were all empty and believe it or not I was back home and standing having a pint in The Rockliffe (my local) at 7.30pm. As I had left the car park in Liverpool at 4.50pm I was over the moon that I had managed to do the journey home in just two hours forty minutes. (Yes, I realise the BBS speed police will be working out their calculations that I must have been driving way above the speed limit, and it’s true, I was touching 120mph at times, albeit on a clear straight road).

After a couple of pints in my local I went across the road to my other local where my mates band were playing and after a few tracks blasted out, it was easy to forget that I had actually been to the match at all. That was, until match of the day could be seen on the TV in the bar and one of the lads said to me “have you seen that, I bet you’re glad you didn’t go today”.

When I told him I did go he asked me “why, why the feck do you bother Paul” to which the only answer I could find was “I don’t know mate, because I have to, it would feel like betrayal if I didn’t”? Not a very good answer I admit and nowadays I find myself sometimes ‘glad’ that the kick-off times are changed so that it gives me an ‘excuse’ not to attend.

Its getting harder folks, Newcastle United need to give me something back to maintain the passion in me, otherwise I will fast become one of those fans who often tell you “oh yes, I’m a Toon fan, I used to go to the matches but I don’t go now”.

Sad from Whitley Bay.

Disappointed? YES! Feeling Hurt? DEFINETELY! Have anything to hope for from our current team squad? Maybe YES, maybe NOT.

Honestly, I didn’t expecting us to win the game today and was very sure that we will get beaten, but I do hope we lose the game in dignity, with pride and give them something to fight for. But the truth is we give another easy win just like we did to them in our home game.

Newcastle is the team to go for if any other Premier League team want to have points these days. Hate to say it but that’s the reality we have to face and I didn’t blame Keegan for the straight losts.

These players we had did not show enough courage and self-belief even when we have won any game this whole season. Jermaine Pennant’s goal on 41 minutes was totally a fluke, the Spanish player we have is not in the same quality as the other Spaniards in Liverpool team.

Enrique should have put the ball out for a corner kick instead of trying to pass it and the ball get straight into Pennant’s foot before going into our own net where Harper is as helpless to handle. Ok, that was one of our bad luck as Keegan said during his post-match interview, but Fernando Torres goal on 44 minutes was totally a joke.

Things are even get worst for us to see James Milner limped from the action in first half after kicked the foot of Liverpool’s Brazilian midfielder Lucas. Keegan said we will have to wait and see before assessing Milner’s injury and hopefully that he didn’t suffered any worst than a minor bruising.

And it’s clear to see that King Kev was far from happy with today’s display. We are worst today than what we have been in Blackburn’s match.

“It was disappointing and nowhere near good enough,” KK said “We have gone behind to an unfortunate goal when Enrique has tried to clear. But the second goal was a poor one to concede and going in 2-0 at half-time is different.”

Now, we are still just three points above the drop zone but Reading who win 2-0 at home to useless Manchester City are now move above us with goal different.

If we still to have any confident remains of staying in the top flight, it’s depend on our next fixture against Birmingham which is totally crucial one.

“We’ve got easier games to come but the attitude and commitment will have to be spot on,” Keegan said “We don’t play until a week Monday and we’ve got time to pick everyone up.”

“The only result what matters is your own and I think that we’ve got more than enough in our dressing room to get the necessary points.”

Newcastle Team Scores:
Harper: ?
Beye: Looks bewildered.
Enrique: Looks lost.
Taylor: Slowly breaking apart.
Faye: Head goes down.
Butt: Fucking dreadful.
Smith: Shocking.
Milner: Knackered.
Duff: Disgraceful.
N’Zogbia: Already at Spurs.
Owen: Pitiful.
Martins: A bit of hope.

As being predicted before, we can’t do much against the in-form Liverpool squad or maybe we’re not just good enough to stay in Premier League anymore.

6 goals in and nothing against the Kop this season after the first meeting at St. James’s Park, they also won with the same goal margin.

And at the moment I was really broken hearted and cannot write much. Will post more about the game later after some beers and more cigarettes…