I’m sorry for being inactive for the last four days because I’ve been away to a small island to celebrate Chinese New Year where no internet connection available and I just get back today and found out Newcastle’s latest game result.

It was something quite shocking and very disappointing one. I’ve read that we were great in first half and Owen has scores again in two successive matches, but again we’re losing the moment in second half and allowing them to attack us and scored four times.

Thanks for keep coming back to the Magpies Zone blog. I’m back now and will do the regular update again. Happy Chinese New Year, Gong Xi Fa Chai!

Kevin Keegan has told the United players to convert their first-half performance during Saturday’s FA Cup defeat at Arsenal and challenged them to produce that level of performance throughout the full 90 minutes for Tuesday’s league fixture.

Last Saturday’s opening period saw the Magpies performing their best football of the season, with determination and the “Keegan’s” attacking style, United team has given some real test to the home side.

Newcastle has at least two great chances to convert the game into their advantage with Alan Smith strike was denied by Gael Clichy’s goal-line clearance and Steven Taylor headed inches over the crossbar.

“It was a very good first half performance and we had the courage to play them,” Keegan said, “We could not keep it up (on the second half) and they stepped up, we stepped back and in the end, the gulf was pretty big.”

King Kev said our biggest problem is confidence. We could not coming back after they scores the first goal and our passing in the second half was X-rated stuff, we were just giving the ball away.

“But if we can put 90 minutes in like we did in the first half, then Arsenal will have a tough game here - although you can still play well for 90 minutes against them and they can turn you over.” Keegan added more.

These names are not the right person to look for any ballance and proper news or views regarding to Newcastle United. SuperMac, Bob Moncur, Roger Tames, Wankers on the BBC tea time news. Alan Oliver, John Gibson, are all, in a word – Useless!

SuperMac is a fool, there is no fool like an old fool. Fingers in the ears he is and unflinching and unapologetic in his arrogance. Debate, opinions, ideas = SuperMac = no, nope, never. He would never ever or even dream of being original and offering anything but the Chronicle party line. John Gibson is his God!

Moncur is so far away from research, Sky TV, internet, current trends, fashion and having a finger on the pulse it’s like watching a loved old uncle drooling whist taking gobbledy gook bollocks. The man is wheeled out, he is asked his view and his view is embarrassingly feeble. He would never ever or even dream of being original and offering anything but the Chronicle party line. John Gibson is his God!

Roger Tames, over 30 years and counting, simply the most untalented person I’ve ever seen on TV. He’s about 1,000 worse than Toya Wilcocks’ hits from the 80’s.

Wankers on the BBC TV tea time news, f*ck me you should here these Mackem, Monster twats, twat on. ‘kin ‘ell man – pathetic.

An@l, I swear he loves NUFC shit storms, he loves the spot light. He is a horrible shitty arse licking, snidey person. 25-30 years and counting.

St John of the Ron, 40 or years and counting. Never controversial, never confrontational, never strong of opinion, never puts he’s head above the parapet. A greasy toad of a man, he is never to be quoted or pinned down. A worthless commentator, there is never anything to be learnt for this man. A yesterday man, his prose is littered with arcane Geordie card old shit. He honesty believes Geordies are a type and he has the bare faced bollocks to be our spokesman. He gets right on my titz!

Farrington in the Sunday Sun is good, like or loath is opinions, he has opinions, the Journal is OK.

Throughout it all, when our directors abused the fans and needlessly insulted smaller clubs, when they trousered pile after pile of our money in dodgy deals and shameless larceny.

When we signed Lee fu**ing Bowyer and showed we stood for nothing, when we allowed Paul Stretford to have an office at our home ground, even when we hired Graeme Souness in the worst executive decision of all time.

I could console myself that it wouldn’t always be so. Shepherd and the idiot son were not our club. They may have spread their filth everywhere, but some values remained. And one day circumstances would change, and we would be allowed to realise our potential, and live up to our glorious history.

The revolution came. Shepherd, Souness et al have remained out of jail, but you never know what might emerge eventually. They rot as the non-entities that they are, in any case. A new board took power, with a new chairman who spoke articulately of the need to change the ethos of those in paid employment at the club, to restore it as an institution worthy of respect and loyalty.

My mind whirled with the notion of the community club, a force for overt good in its region, an inspiration for naïve youth, a passion for the dedicated matchgoers, an old and trusted companion for the more battle-hardened among us. I imagined how kids would be desperate to play for us.

How parents would talk excitedly to their neighbours about such a possibility. How the players would belong to the fans who knew them intimately, and would in turn be rewarded with total support. How we would never have a Barton or a Bowyer on our books.

How it would always be said: “Newcastle players don’t dive.” We wouldn’t need a Russian sugar-daddy or an American corporation to give us our identity. From the bottom up, we would be Newcastle United, and anybody who didn’t like it, well they could sling their hook.

One problem remained from the old regime. A brutish hangover by the name of Allardyce. A limited man, not without some qualities, but manifestly the wrong man for the job of ending the hegemony of the agents, opening up the institution to the community, and playing a bit of fear-free football.

His bluster and oafishness had no place in the hopeful new world. There can be no “safe areas” at St James’ Park. The chairman and owner were seen wearily shaking their heads as he bawled at professional footballers to lump it into the corners.

And now they have acted, as we knew they must, at the considerable disdain and glee of the know-nothings, the Big Sam brigade in the media, the purveyors of clichés, the wind-up merchants, and the deep, ignorant mass of the English football establishment. We stand poised for glory.

Will we appoint a dignified winner? A man of gravity who will cost the earth for three, four, five years, but will deliver in the first XI, while the work of club-building goes on around him? A Capello, a Lippi, a Mourinho? Or will we find an acorn, someone to oversee every aspect of our institutional growth, to delegate and cajole, to inspire, to live and breathe and bleed black-and-white? The new Wenger?

Neither, it seems. We seem cursed to relive past sins. We covet the latest media-mated English top dog. We go cap in hand to a man who despises us. A man with his own Panorama issues. A man who will build Paul Stretford a bigger office. We will throw some money around.

Some of it will even end up on the pitch. We will be the shiny new plaything with the rotten English core. Do we hate all those new Chelsea fans talking up their wonderful history of being one of the biggest clubs in Europe for almost four and a half years? That will be us, but crappier, more desperate.

Players will come and go, and kiss the badge even as they laugh in our faces. We will get more hysterical. We are the laughable collection of gullible provincial fools that others try to paint us as. We’re shit, and I’m sick of it.

I have found another hypocrite type of journalist in today’s SkySports news. That man, Paul Hayward reckons there is a “terminal rift” at Newcastle, which will see Sam Allardyce shown the door in the next few weeks.

Daily Mail’s Hayward feels Allardyce has now lost the trust of his players - and that is one of the biggest problems for the former Bolton boss. For the God’s sake, how in this earth he will know that such thing?

More of his so ‘wise and known the football stuff’ comments about Sam Allardyce, quoted from the Sunday Supplement:

“It wouldn’t normally be the solution to sack a manager in January, but I think there are a number of problems at Newcastle that suggest Sam Allardyce’s time is coming to an end.”

“One is the breakdown of trust between the players and the manager. Some of the things Allardyce said after the Wigan game suggested there is a terminal rift there.”

“He was saying he didn’t want his future in the hands of these players and that sort of thing. He was almost disassociating himself from his own team.”

I really don’t get why the ‘Outsiders’ like Hayward and many others are often make false judgements. And if Big Sam is really being sacked on January, it was not because of the players and the Toon Army. It was the bloody press who build false public opinions about what happen inside Newcastle United.

I suggest leave us alone, and give time and peace for Sam Allardyce and his players to work things out.

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