I opened my eyes half an hour ago and started thinking.

Well here it is. I am now 52 years old and my mind went back to when I became a Mag. I was about 5 years old when my uncle took me to my first match, I think it was against Coventry and we were in the Gallowgate. Back then you were thrown down to the front with a packet of nuts.

Five years on I left the old fogies and headed to the hard end, ‘the Leazes’. My mind took me back to the late 60s and my granda sending me and uncle John for Fairs cup tickets, I never saw¬† the game because you could only get 1 each and my ticket was for granda so I still haven’t got to see the Mags win anything but at least I got an Upjest Dozsa pen.

My world was to get a lot better when Joe Harvey brought my hero to St.James’. Forget Batman, or Superman who I watched in the fleapit in Jarra…and even Frankenstein, in came Supermac who could run through barbed wire and fkin quick. To those of you who never saw Supermac, he was Alan Shearer with blistering pace.

I came across Joe Harvey years later and thanked him for the joy he gave me in signing Supermac. I know I’m rambling a bit but so would you after downing 10 pints and sharing 10 jugs of vodka redbull (conservative estimate) but it just goes to show what a good team Alan Pardew has put together when the natives are very happy again.

I hope there is a way for our departed loved ones to tune in to our matches because uncle John, Paul Hughes, Stevie Melia, Sir Bobby Robson, Joe Harvey (you add your names) would be very happy with the way things are going.

Thank you Mike Ashley, Derek Llambias, Alan Pardew and all your staff.

HWTL