My first ramble on The Mag spoke of my fear of the future regarding Newcastle United in my life.
So there I was with the beautiful virus that my three year old had given me, wrapped up on the sofa, kicking every ball while shaking and sweating.
I knew that goal was going in from Mitro, it was coming because my belief system and spoon bending got it together, we believed I feel, as one.
The atmosphere was as hot as the temperature coming from my brow and OK, the girl-faced assassin that is Jermain Defoe, was always going to get one because he is a good player like Kev Phillips once was….
I still might have my fever as I write this but it is about that faith that was crumbling around me. The faith that even some players were not feeling, talking about the last manager as though he was a beloved uncle – but he was taking us down and they did not mind…
Senior professionals like Gini, Moussa and others have to stand up and realise the pressure is on them, not Perez or Mitro. Siem de Jong, Vurnon Anita and Daryl Janmaat are doing it, whilst I have to say…Moussa Sissoko was brilliant at left back.
So the goal went in. I’m still not well but my belief that Newcastle will always score, and we will overcome, never stops flowing, just not ashamed in saying these are rocky times in my heart.
We are showing we have team spirit and we are looking good under Rafa, Jamaal Lascelles is also looking like a fine centre-half that can only get better.
So if at Norwich we play Sissoko and Anita at full-back, don’t fear, because as we found out it leads to success.