Newcastle fans and The Time Machine – Thoughts from The Percy
I was sat with friends yesterday, philosophically staring out of the open door of The Percy Arms before the game.
The almost silent passing faces have replaced the army of barcodes, that used to include us, excited by the prospect of what was to come.
It reminded me of HG Wells’ novel The Time Machine.
The Time Machine features humanoid creatures called the Eloi, who are frail and peaceful people but robotic in their habits, regularly summoned by the Morlocks for a number of them to be cannibalised in a ritual they haven’t the courage and/or independent thinking to enable them to escape from.
Watched the (Newcastle v Wolves) game in The Junction, as our own quiet but determined boycott continues undeterred.
Then later we walked down to The Gate as the match came out, passing faces of resignation and almost complete silence, but for the tramp of feet of the Newcastle fans.
It suddenly hit me what Mike and his Morlocks have stolen from this city…
The sheer energy of the whole matchday experience sucked from the very city itself.
The almost silent Eloi made their ways home, until their presence is next summoned again.
The only passion we saw was from a fan in an orange Newcastle top (from happier days), loudly telling his mate that nobody will ever tell him what to do.
Well fella, whoever you were/are, I don’t think anyone ever has.
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