Date: 24th June 2013 at 10:25am
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Match day and the whole preparation we went through just to enjoy it used to be the sole biggest part of being a Newcastle fan.

I used to count down the days or hours until the next big game because they were all big at one time, whether that be in the old second division or standing in the Gallowgate in violent thunderstorms for a full members cup game against Shrewsbury, it didn’t matter.

Just catching a glimpse of the black and white shirt for the first time as the players came out of the old tunnel used to set the hairs standing up on the back of my neck as a kid, the cumulation of time that had elapsed since the last witness, just helping the occasion.

Win, lose or draw, the experience enough to feed the addiction.

Fast forward more than thirty years from my first dabble of the class A drug they call NUFC and im still addicted although the side effects have changed.

Gone seems to be the passion, the hunger and the innocence, only to be replaced with greed, embarrassment and urine taking.

Some blame Sky TV and it’s likes for pumping too much cash in, whilst others the influx of greedy owners, just after an easy, quick profit with a lot in common in that they are out of touch with the normal football fan. The plastic fan helping the modern game a touch closer to dying a death maybe.

The late great Sir Bobby Robson got it to a brilliant tee by providing us with probably the greatest quote ever:

“What is a club in any case?

Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it.

It`s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes.

It`s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city.

It`s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father`s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.”


How we miss the bloke here and everything he stood for, his replacements just epitomising today’s game in a nutshell.

Today’s NUFC is as you would expect, just a shadow of it’s former self and maybe an insight into our owner, Mike Ashley’s, personality with mistake after mistake just crowding out the smidgeon of good he actually has done.

Recent actions have brought the Joe Kinnear chapter back into focus and his new ramblings provided a tipping point for a lot more to join those that fell over the edge ages ago. We seem, as fans, to be a lot more United than in many years with a simple plan to be just a normal club again.

A meeting tonight in the centre of Newcastle is hopefully the first step on the yellow brick road to normality but as we all know, a road can have many turns, climbs or crossroads and we have to hope that we take the right path to reach the correct destination.

Some say our future depends on it, id like to think that we can add the past.