I could go on but I’m already late for me Sunday dinner. So if Pardew can’t get it right and won’t walk, if Ashley won’t sack him, if Kinnear won’t help improve the squad and if the players just can’t be arsed then I guess it is down to me to sort out my lucky routine.
The older gent asking us younger(?) lads if we were planning on doing a runner, myself checking that there were no childlocks on the rear doors while making sure I didn’t get stuck in the middle seat and the driver telling us he’d dropped some bloke off at a Gosforth tattoo parlour who he reckoned was Gomis. Obviously that’s the first thing a potential new signing would do in town.