Distance does tend to make the heart grow fonder, whether it is measured in miles or memory.

The last two seasons that Newcastle United spent in the second tier are fondly remembered, some great football and promoted as Champions both times.

Those two seasons are now twenty four years and seven years ago, respectively.

Wednesday night though was a harsh reminder that the Championship is a journey, not a destination.

It is not a case of belittling those clubs that compete in it, rather an honest assessment that if given a choice you really don’t want to be there.

The trip to Wigan was excruciating, a very negative home side trying desperately to manufacture a point from somewhere in order to crawl out of the relegation zone, whilst empty terraces with massive club flags on them, watched on.

Yes Newcastle fans have frequently moaned about the desperate nature of Mike Ashley simply trying to stay in the Premier League but trying desperately to get out of the Championship season after season, would be a far harsher fate.

We all know that neither should be the case and Newcastle’s natural place is trying to be as high as possible in the Premier League, not feeding off scraps.

No divine right to win anything but a right for this club to try and be the best that it can be.

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