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Not Only Is Alan Pardew The Wrong Manager, He Is The Wrong Man

7 years ago

Dignified; meaning characterised by honour or manner of appearance or conduct.

Sound like Alan Pardew?

If you are uncertain, ask Manuel Pelligrini, Arsene Wenger or David Meyler.

Sunday Times Journalist, Patrick Collins, said ‘no other club would retain a man like Pardew after this conduct’.

This, more than anything, should galvanise any protest.  Little can be done to remove or alter the mind-set of an owner (other than financial catastrophe).

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However, surely Pardew’s constant degrading of Newcastle’s footballing history, notwithstanding the insult that this pays to the legacy of decent men like Bobby Robson, Kevin Keegan and Joe Harvey, should be sufficient for him to go.

It was under Joe Harvey that my Dad first took me to St James; April 24th 1965. We beat Man City 2:0 and it all started.

There were the highs of the Fairs Cup years, then Keegan, both as a player and during the glorious second coming as the ‘Messiah’. It was during the Keegan side’s drubbing of Man Utd, that my Dad said ‘this is the best side that’s ever played at St James’. Some testimony, from a man that was at all of the FA Cup wins in the fifties.

However, just as important, were the friends made and the travels; the Wednesday night to Cardiff, the Monday night to Oxford, Friday night to Liverpool. There was the madness of watching the play-off against Sunderland at the City Hall and the misery of the second leg. There was Beardsley’s goal against Brighton, still in the days of standing; during the celebrations my brother and I searched for my Dad and there he was, almost on the pitch, cap in his hand, shouting ‘get in you bugger’.

This is the history that belongs to us all, a history that we inherit and pass on, but no one person ever owns it. It is a history that doesn’t depend on cups or victories, but lives in the endeavour of the men in black and white and in family, friends and tradition. This is the history that Pardew is staining.

Next April would have been my 50th year at St James but unless Pardew has gone, this is one personal milestone that will go uncelebrated. I won’t go back while he remains in charge of our club.

He is not only the wrong manager, he is the wrong man.


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