I was a Newcastle United mascot once
I was a mascot once for Newcastle United. Five years ago, the day we won the Championship (ED: 3-0 v Barnsley, 7 May 2017).
Just from learning about it I was confused, not knowing what it was going to be like being a mascot, and having a sister making fun of you, it is not good.
We went up to Newcastle and stayed in a hotel. Next day we went to my dad’s friends’ house to get a pen (to get a shirt signed) we were not prepared for it. How embarrassing was that?
We went to the ground and although we were in the Championship, we still had the best atmosphere in England, getting closer we forgot the shirt (even more embarrassing) so mum decided to put the jets on and run and get me an old retro Newcastle shirt out of everything.
At least we had the shirt and for some reason my dad tried to force his way into the changing rooms and try and see the players. Inside Rafa was ranting in Spanish and speaking so fast my head was spinning. I feel sorry the most for the whiteboard as he bashed it so much. That thing was shaking so hard, it was like a gentle breeze coming off it.
Things were about to get interesting, we were getting our shirts signed and how is it possible that my pen ran out? That created havoc because we had to use another boy’s pen and made a huge delay. Inside it was amazing because it looked incredible with all of the players muscular physiques, shining out from the light it was like a movie.
My choice of player was Yedlin the American with raw pace and he was really kind to me. I was nervous at first but that all went away after a while. When we walked out through the tunnel it was amazing.
All the players were talking because it was the last game and it was a title decider. It was mad lining up, it was so cool listening to the atmosphere and although we were in the championship it was like the premier league. I would have wanted to talk to the ref but I didn’t.
We all started playing and my passes were horrific but it was still amazing just being on the pitch. Funnily enough I didn’t have football boots to wear so I wore black and gold trainers. As we all were going to leave, I forgot the ball and ran off and Yedlin was laughing because I forgot the ball.
It was great fun being watched by thousands of people and my family. We went off and got changed in the toilet into something else.
We went up into our seats and they were amazing seats. We were next to the directors box next to Mike Ashley. We watched the game and we won three nil and Brighton lost and we won the league. It was so cool looking at us win the trophy.
After the game we went to a Spanish bar near the ground for a drink and some food before heading home. Mum told them all the people there about me being a mascot. People clapped and a man gave me 10 pounds.
My Mum and Dad are not rich and didn’t pay for me to be a mascot. A man at the club called Lee Marshal heard about my story (you can read that here) and invited me to be mascot and for my family to have full hospitality.
(ED: Chuks is eleven years old now, great article from him. He was six years old when Newcastle United mascot back in 2017)
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