I’m currently sat in my room a few miles outside a little town called Harstad, Northern Norway, having just returned from the 8 mile round walk to watch my beloved team on some Norwegian channel, comfortably beaten once again.
I was born in 1982, so therefore, obviously, have never seen an open top bus parade around the packed streets of Tyneside showing off a trophy of any kind, (the promotion party being the closest thing).
Well……… a little, considering the time of the Entertainers under King Kev and Sir Bobby, where we should have won something. However, those times were great, those highs and lows will stay with me forever, as I still lived in hope that eventually it would all click into place.
My earliest memory consisted of being thrown up into the air in the Gallowgate and passed down on to the advertisement hoardings, watching my favourite player at the time, Micky Quinn. The buzz was like nothing else when we scored and it has never changed to this present day.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, whichever way you look at it, I then lived through arguably the most exciting times in the club’s history under King Kev. The atmosphere under that roof before it was expanded to 52000 was electric week in and week out. Sitting in the East Stand in the family enclosure at the time was a privilege, witnessing the way every fan in the world wants their team to play the beautiful game, and I watched it every week.
I say unfortunately because I’ve seen us compete with the best and I loved it, I want more, but will it ever happen again, probably not in today’s Premiership, and definitely not under the current ownership.
The joys of signing Alan Shearer, Andy Cole’s hat-trick at home to Liverpool in the snow, Beardsley scoring with his head at Joker Park, Albert’s masterstroke against the Mancs, queuing up with a few thousand at midnight waiting to buy the new shirt, watching Keegan put the lads through their paces at Durham, the majestic Gillespie against Barcelona, and the list goes on.
Then the lows of throwing away the league, Graham Fenton off the bench, Andy Cole sold to our closest rivals, Ian Woan thunderbolts, Matt Le Tissier saving his best for us, Kenny Dalglish, Ruud Gullit, Graeme Souness, and the list goes on.
I can honestly say though I have never felt as low as I do now.
I joined the Marines in 2001 and refused to give up my Newcastle United season ticket, knowing fine well that some seasons I may only make a handful of games. My loyalty points are quite healthy, giving me the luxury of a ticket to the dark place every year, (not too enjoyable lately), so I also don’t want to lose that either, but enough is enough!
Despondent, glum, hopeless, sorrowful, miserable, despair, grief stricken. After the last few weeks this is how I feel.
I vowed to never let that man get the better of me (I can’t even say his name anymore without obscene language). He is succeeding!
I have never contemplated giving up my seat but I see this as the only option. To have any sort of impact it would take another 50000 to do the same which I know will never happen, but maybe it should!
We all need to stand together and hit him where it hurts. Force him to sell up and take all his cronies with him.
I can live in hope!!!!