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There was a time that I liked Newcastle United. There was a time that I looked at their results. The reason for that when I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time in the North East with Family and have very, very fond memories of my childhood there. I never had Football rammed down my throat there either. Most of the people that I came across were Newcastle Supporters, with the odd Mackems dotted around. Chester-le-Street was a wonderful place.
However, a few years ago, I changed my opinion of the "Toon", at the advent of The Premiership and the subsequent rise of the Geordie Nation in football terms. never has a club that have never actually achieved a fat lot, had so much praise bestowed on them. This week has been hell switching on the TV and the Radio, you would have thought that Jesus Christ himself had come to lead the Geordites into the Promised Land.
Where have Newcastle been known to be a team that flowed with Total Football. Admittedly, they were interesting to watch in the '90's when Kevin the Clown was there in the first instance as Manager, but I don't remember in my years that they have been known for having a certain expectation to play with flair. That is until Sky Sports insist on me believing it.
It will all end in tears. They will have a Roller-coaster ride for the rest of the season, may even buy some players, but their track record is there for all to see. Give me Martin O'Neill anyday.
The Fiver has this take for today - I think that this is quality:
Tribe Of Toon
Barney Ronay and Paul Doyle - 18 January 2008
HE IS RISEN FROM THE DEAD AND HE IS LORD
Oh happy day - for he is risen! And risen around about the same time the Fiver also managed to rouse itself from beneath an ad hoc duvet of Dr Thirsty's Lemon and Orange Punch cartons and the Littlewoods Plus Size and Senior Ladies apparel catalogue.
Bouncing into St James' Park's fanciest grey-carpeted media suite for a post-lunch confab, and pausing only to cure the occasional case of boils, ciggie-stink and red-face among the attendant press corps, Kevin - for it is He - Keegan spake some old fashioned common sense unto the multitudes. And so the prospect arose of not just one Geordie messiah doing the double-fisted waves at the crowd, but two.
"If there's a role Alan Shearer wants and it's right I'd love to have him," grandstanded the anointed one, holding up his boot-blacking box and winking. And what news, then, of dressing room pit-bull Michael Owen and his snarling 200-page anti-Kev rant My Autobiography (sample ringing endorsement: "I used to go into games believing the opposition was scared of me. That belief evaporated when I played under Keegan")?
"He's entitled to his opinion," roared the zebra-striped redeemer, adopting the "Calm down! Calm down!" pose first taught to him many years ago by Terry "I do the raffle" McDermott. "I'm looking forward to working with him and laughing when he falls over having a barely-coordinated swing with his left foot," he added, mostly inside his head.
And finally, how about Big Sam and his 30-strong team of Tai Chi Danceaerobics Instructors? Any final v-signs, straight-arms and sarcastic waves? "The people want to be entertained here. What they don't want is for us to go out and play drably and win 1-0," frothed He who is the way, "when we could be losing 7-4 with six jinking wingers, monkey rush goalie and a little chap in a zip-up nylon jacket doing back flips for the cameras."
It's tempting to wonder what next for the newly-mobilised Tribe of Toon and their silver fox King of Kings. The Fiver has its dusty jar full of 10 franc pieces on a lot of hugging, fondling and general crowd-surfing at home to Bolton tomorrow. Followed by a series of shock big-money swoops for David Beckham, Adriano, Roy Race and Spiderman. All topped off by a game of hacky-sack with David Cameron. Get that helicopter warmed up.
Posted by BCV on 18/1/08; 6:48:21 PM
from the News dept.
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