Saturday and a 3pm kick off. There’s something beautiful about that these days isn’t there?
So on our pre-match mooch to the bus stop I waffled to the wife and kids about it feeling like a great day for football.
Well it did feel like that man, just maybe not for us! The romance didn’t last long.
I don’t normally do buses and I remembered, why when it failed to show up for 20 minutes, and then the driver proceeded to go for the world record amount of passengers.
Think the whole of the Leazes end were on the X88 at one point, compounded by a drunken, death-defying wasp going off its nut in my vicinity, Jesus, Mary and Joseph – had sweat running off me tash.
We then had to sprint to the ground and up the one million stairs to Level 7 of the so called ‘family enclosure’.
Oxygen applied and defibrillator on charge, what a great day for football man!
Anyway, having the lack of oxygen seemingly turned me into a wheezing old gadgie and I asked a gaggle of pre-pubescant quiffed goons to sit doon so my kids could see. They kindly obliged rather than mob-handed happy slap me to death live on Snapchat, bonus!
The first half was pretty decent. We were on top and fashioned some nice positions and half-chances and Atsu and Ritchie were definitely on the front foot.
Added to the surprise of us actually going with two up top, with Rafa shuffling the pack and cashing in Perez for Gayle, it seemed like we would be set for three precious points against a team that sat second bottom.
Richie spanked a shot which came off the inside of the post leaving a tap into an empty net – cue the quiffs jumping up and down and fanta being sprayed like Champagne over Lewis Hamilton. The lino spoiled the party and lofted his flag in a likely incorrect call, though not seen the replay or match of the day yet.
We just didn’t make the most of it and at this level with such tight margins between success and failure, that first goal was always going to be critical.
Even more so considering we have been involved in so many one nil-ers already.
The half time tea lady needs to check her brew as the lads who came out second half were just sloppy all over the park.
Passing sideways, backwards and rarely strung more than two or three passes together.
Gradually the Cherries, who’s fans had slept for the majority of the first half, came into the game.
Atsu limped off and their old boy Ritchie became less and less effective on the other flank, being continually pushed back the other way.
The main man Lascelles had also trundled off, and Bounemouth really upped their game and were getting into some decent positions, but ultimately blowing their beans.
Don’t get me wrong, neither team were great by any stretch of the imagination, but the away team were growing whilst our collective nut-sacks shrank.
This was personified by the young lad Murphy who is having a bit of a personal nightmare. I really feel for the kid and I know there is a player in there and the fact he supports the toon is probably weighing heavy on him.
Rafa might just have to protect him a bit more, but he was on the pitch and whilst on he unfortunately lost the ball every time he got it, and tried a failed cross….a reaction from some ‘fans’ that was frankly embarrassing. Aye he’s cost a lot of money but he’s just a bairn!
It certainly wasn’t his fault we lost.
Shelvey, for every wonder ball, was giving it away the other, Joselu-lu-lu posed less of a threat than the wasp on my bus and Manquillo is literally a number on a shirt.
Mitro, who not long ago was very fashionable to stick the boot into, has now turned into a latter day mythical being, who’ll come storming in to be our saviour. He won’t.
I actually think he’s got a lot to offer and will get goals, more than Joselu – but they could all be double amputees and still get in ahead of the mental Serbian, as Rafa just doesn’t trust him. That should be obvious by now to everyone and in my eyes is a waste.
The away team were gifted a one on one and blew it, hit the inside of the post when a certain goal beckoned, several headers and knock downs causing chaos but we would ultimately welly it away. The referee was having a crock of cack of a game, adding to a frustrated and whingeing atmosphere.
There was an inevitability about the winner but coming in the last minute it was still a kick in the ging-gang-ghoulies.
If we are playing rubbish, we need to scrape a point. Losing tight games to Huddersfield, Brighton, Burnley and now Bournemouth, is not great – but with our attack we’ll have plenty more to endure and hopefully when the coin is tossed, it lands on three points to us like it did against Swansea and Palace.
Rafa will hopefully be given some cash and he can land some additions who can make an immediate impact.
Karen Brady talked about Newcastle United being a tiger waiting to be unleashed, well we all know that’s true, but this current tiger has got nee teeth.
Final whistle goes and a smattering of tools roundly boo and kick the backs of the seats in front. FFS, if these are the YTS versions of future fans God help us.
All in all not a great day of football in the end.
Luckily we can always take a short stroll and get blootered to wipe the memory! Match – what match?
Stats from BBC Sport:
Newcastle 0 Bournemouth 1
Bournemouth: Cook 90+2
Possession was Bournemouth 52% Newcastle 48%
Total shots were Bournemouth 16 Newcastle 16
Shots on target were Bournemouth 6 Newcastle 4
Corners were Bournemouth 9 Newcastle 11
Referee: Paul Tierney
Elliot, Yedlin, Lascelles (Clark 55), Lejeune, Manquillo, Ritchie, Shelvey, Hayden, Atsu (Murphy 82), Joselu (Perez 68)
Darlow, Gamez, Mitrovic, Diame
Crowd: 52,237 (Bournemouth 1,600)
(Bournemouth fans have their say after the game HERE)
(Sam Allardyce verdict on Newcastle 0 Bournemouth 1 HERE)
(Read what Rafa had to say after the match HERE)
(Read the instant NUFC fan/writer reaction to the game HERE)
(A worthwhile experiment Rafa Benitez will not be repeating..? Read HERE)
(Update on Jamaal Lascelles injury – Read HERE)
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