Spiders, clowns, the dark, Mackems; whatever we have fear of, I think it’s more about what might happen than the thing itself. Anyway, I’ve never felt so much fear sitting in St. James Park than I have these last ten or so years.
The owner of Newcastle United, who, because of the recent ‘Harry Potter’ season on ITV, I’m now calling ‘He who must not be named’, seems to have laid his cards firmly on the table with this latest and biggest metaphorical slap in the face.
Our collective laughter as Martin O’Neill sidled sheepishly down the A19 last season was soon silenced by a swift three goal slap in the face a few weeks later. I intend to keep my joy at Mignolet’s move to Liverpool in check until I see Krul standing between our goalposts in September.
At the end of the day, the study showed that the kids spent 64% of their entire time in the playground playing with the pointless obelisk. Without meaning to sound personal, Jonas Gutierrez is Newcastle United’s obelisk.
The most puzzling aspect remains that it already seems the board have been finding players, buying them and then telling Pardew what they’ve done rather than Alan himself giving instructions as to what is needed. So why bring someone in to do a job that is already being done, albeit by a committee rather than a titled ‘head of department’?
The more games I watched live, the more interested I got and the more swear words I learned. I soon realised that going to football was very rarely a nice day out. I came to realise that it was actually the equivalent of paying someone thirty five pound without knowing if in return, they’d give you a crate of Brown Ale or a punch in the face.