I have a recurring dream in which I’m playing for Newcastle United… all a bit depressing, remembering you’re a forty three year old teacher, rather than a twenty three year old creative midfielder.
All of the teams are in the Premier League. You can’t select the local team down the road…That a mini league of Middlesbrough fans would be more appealing to kids from Fenham than Newcastle United?
The same old Newcastle United questions to answer…“Dad, who do you think is Newcastle’s best player?” “Dad, who do you think will win the Championship?” “Dad, do you like the new strip?”
T-CUP lesson for Newcastle: I’m not saying that watching Iceland is like watching football poetry, but they do seem to be Thinking Correctly Under Pressure.
Keegan, us! Kevin, Newcastle United!” Eh?! Thankfully, my mam had been watching the news too, and came out of our house to retell the same story. At first I thought someone had died, because she was still wearing her slippers.
Anybody remember the old Newcastle United supporters club shop at the Haymarket? Those old badges, scarves and huge Newcastle United wall clocks in the shape of a watch, are reminders of people and happy times, as well as the club.