Caught this on my surfing travels:
I hate Newcastle Football Club. The city is spectacular, as you can see, and the ground is one of the best. The team stinks.
In 1995 to 97 they had Shearer, Beardsley, Ginola, Ferdinand, Asprilla...born entertainers.
Combine that with a defence dodgier and wobblier than Jodie Marsh's breasts and you've got a team that wins little but always keeps you on the edge of your seat.
And then, slowly, imperceptibly, they became boring, after Keegan left (for the first time)
And then even worse, they filled the team with criminals.
Bowyer, Woodgate, Dyer, Bramble, and worst of all Bellamy, represented the sneering, arrogant face of football. All of these have been in court for assault, speeding, racist attacks - in Bowyer's case several of these.
But the Geordies embraced them - and yet they were surprised when they won nothing! A team of selfish thugs like this, and the fans expect a functioning team. Remember when Bowyer and Dyer were both sent off for punching each other - it summed it all up. They lost my respect and my admiration.
The thugs left and they became mediocre, inconsistent, also-rans. My respect did not return.
The team made a good start this season, drawing with Man Utd. They beat my lot Coventry as well. Now things are falling apart, the Keegan roadshow has left town again, and the most impatient fans in football started whining.
1955: The last time the Magpies won a major title. 1987: The last time Coventry won one.
21 years is a long time to wait, but 53, for a "massive club" like Newcastle, is ludicrous. Longer than Darren Peacock's hair.
My favourite moment of the season: whenever Newcastle go out of the league cup - so we can add another one to the 53.
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