16 March, 2015

Hello. My name is Brian and I am an addict.

I can't give Newcastle United up.

No matter how much we appear to be a front for Sports Direct.
No matter how many times they let me down.
No matter how little they seem to care.
"My Emergency Life-Raft Just Inflated Itself"
Seaton Sluice. Yesterday.
I can't quit. I couldn't. All I ever wanted when I was little was a Newcastle United season ticket and a
proper bash on Pamela Anderson and/or Carmen Electra. Basically saying here that I'd even go through Hasselhoff to get a lungfull of the Baywatch dressing rooms. However somewhere in the process of filing my dreams with the pixies the plans got mixed up and now the big tittied millionaire runs the football club I have a season ticket for, and as much as I try, no matter how obvious walking away would be at this point. I can't give them up.

I've already signed up for next season. Most of you reading this will too. Most people who tell you they aren't, loud and proud, will go to a game or two next season. We can't give it up can we? None of us. Even if we don't go we'll sit and watch it on Sky. Sky give the club more money than season ticket sales ever did. It's a vicious grip you can't ever get out of.
Let's be honest. We don't win anything asides plaudits for having loads of fans. Which in itself winds up mid-table England, and even a bit lower down that that, Aston Villa fans. The club itself, the size of it in the media that we, the fans create ourselves make us the cash-cow Ashley can't give up. Mike Ashley can't give Newcastle United up either. It's like that Lord of the Rings movie, in which some dwarves can't give up the ring (that's us), or something. I slept through the last one. Ian Holloway plays a fine role as 'Gollum' and for some reason there's some aggro with the locals at Bamburgh Castle away.
Some of us have taken to old pastimes like laughing at the Mackems' results to fill the time while we stagnate. I'm no different to those people. But sadly in time it's gotten to the point where we've stooped to their level. Thinking about them all the time. I liked it much more when our big rivals were our title challengers, not the generally challenged.

But back to the top. I can't give them up. I'm actually excited by a fresh start with a new manager next season. We've wanted a change for a while now. Can only hope they don't stick to form and go with somebody they know well in Carver.
I'm sure John Carver is a top bloke. I'm not one of those still upset at him pointing and swearing at fans down Southampton. As I'm sure people were pointing and swearing back. Give shit. Take shit. All's fair. He was just backing up his good mate. Who in fairness to all parties was a shitehawk who fancied it at Palace a bit more a few months later. So there's egg on everyone's face.
But Carver isn't the man to take us forward. We all know that. John Carver probably knows that but he won't admit it publicly. If you or I had the Newcastle job we'd hold on to it for dear life. I'd love a bash at it. Who hasn't reloaded a saved game on Football Manager when we've been sacked? Well it's just like that. Probably.
John Carver is just living the dream. Sitting there managing Newcastle United surrounded by your mates. Kenny Dalglish did something similar not that long ago, though in respect to John Carver he hasn't tried to field his mates like Dalglish did with Barnes, Rush or his Paul. The fact the Dalglish daughter was working for Sky at the time stopped her playing the holding midfield role. I say this, if John Carver starts their bairn in the derby I'm going to look well daft. Though that's exactly the kind of 'lurcul jurdy pashin' we're crying out for, I'm told.
I don't want to be pure proper belter muckle Geordie. I want to be good again. I don't care where the buggers come from. We let Steve Howey play for the best team we've had in decades. Where's our UN sponsored 'Hands Across Borders' type award, eh? Fucking bias.

I can't get in to 'grass roots' football as an alternate. I'm sorry. I've only ever cared for one club and the closest I've gotten to watching a fat lad bombing down the wing, slowing down like an oil tanker coming into port on a hungover Sunday was Stephen Carr. That's as low as I'll go.
So all in all. I'm exactly where I'll always be this coming August. Leazes End lower. 2,000 away fans 40 feet up and behind me singing songs they heard other club's fans singing the previous week on Match of the Day. John Carver in the home dugout. Kelly Dalglish and Vurnon Anita taking the ripple from the Milburn Paddock whilst warming up. We're in profit.

It'll be great when we're good again.

12 January, 2015

Newcastle United End of Season Roundup

Save yourselves..
As weird as he arrived, he left. Never has a Premiership manager been so determined to settle for mid-table than Alan Pardew. He has left to go to a club who'd cut an arm off to finish mid-table, and he will be loved if he manages to do so. Fair play. He's trundled back off to his level, and is apparently doubling his money to do so. Good luck to him.

A few, I don't know which way the majority hangs on this, seem sad that Alan Scott Pardew has left. Each to their own I suppose. I won't miss December Alan Pardew, or August Alan Pardew telling the gathered media that X is a player we wouldn't like to lose, but if the right offer came in we'd be forced to sell.
Nobody forces you to sell, Alan. It's money not an AK47 held to your head. You say "no", or you go tell the bloke who's selling these players "no", you want to take this football club to a higher level. One befitting that is earning £60m+ in TV revenue a year alone. "Thank you for your kind offer, PSG. But we're going to have to say no on this occasion. Have you lads considered resigning Fabrice Pancrate?"
I will not miss the, at times, hysterical Pardew backers. People still stuck at that day we lost at Everton and finished 5th. The same day Yohan Cabaye executed that ballboy, and Tim Cahill ran away at full time. Very weird.
Pardew did alright here. Alright. For bits of it. There was a hell of a lot of hopeless towards the bitter end. But it's still the best job he'll ever have. Even if he becomes head boob inspector at the Playboy Mansion, he'll never have been so fortunate in life as to manage this club. Aye, that's pompous. But that bloke is beneath what we should be looking for. If you look at some of our past Premiership managers we've had inspiring figures, whether it be as a manager or as a player. European Cup winners. European Championship winners. World Cup winners. European Footballers of the Year. Sam Allardyce fitting his massive backside into one of those "Recaro" seats they have on
the bench is at the very least commendable. Who wants to play football for Alan Pardew? Asides Rob Elliot. Alan Pardew was evil Glenn Roeder. He stifled the talent we had in order to play in his system. A system which looked dull and outdated for long spells. The great moments coming through individual skill breaking through against the tide of rigid negative football.
Ultimately it might be rocky for a bit until May, but I reckon we'll be better for this in time.
I've no clue who made this tragic fanart but it's nice for them to have this exposure, I guess.
What should also be noted by the screamers, upset at Pardew's treatment by fans over the past year is that he walked out on us. He went to Palace of his choosing. He's even quoted as saying this decision was the best one for Newcastle United. 50,000 fans could have hugged the man after each home game, but he's still going to double his money (apparently) at Palace, his "spiritual home". Ultimately Alan Pardew kinda joined that "Sack Pardew" campaign.

Pardew's mates in the media have been keen to get attention out of all this. I'm genuinely concerned for some of them. Ian Wright, Paul Walsh, Paul Merson, Tony Gale, Stan Collymore to name a few have all given the impression Alan Pardew couldn't leave the house up here. That he was the victim of fan expectation. We aren't demanding the title, we just demand the basic effort. A club that itself admits that it doesn't wish to try as hard in domestic cups is always going to have the fans on it's back, and the manager with it when he dedicates success to the man at the top making these calls.

Anyway. Enough about that champion of mediocrity for now.
The future.

We're going to need a bigger boat.
Who to bring in? Who'll work under Ashley? Who the hell is Lee Charnley? Surely a cheaper, better alternate to Alan Pardew is just adding animatronics to the Sir Bobby statue? Who's recently been sacked in League One? It's a terrifying time to be a Newcastle fan. Basically because you know the wrong decision is kinda our thing. I bet there's been loads of "joke" applications with people's Football Manager 2015 stats included. Personally speaking mind, I'd take one of those militant virgins with their wacky banter over Steve Bruce. Speaking of which, Steve Bruce has somehow got Hull City playing like they're still distracted by the Europa League, despite being knocked out last August. Which is fucking impressive.
Steve Bruce mentions those Geordie roots of his every fucking time there's a job opening up here.
He's not interested though. Oh no..
Similarly, down the road and through the time portal Poyet is telling the Mackems they've been shit for 20-odd years. He's basically saying what you or I would if asked the question. Fucking weird, that. I don't know if this is reverse psychology but it's fucking weird.

Apparently foreign in the way to go when appointing a manager. Now I'm not going to bore you with talk of tactics, stats boards lifted from The Guardian or general intelligence on the matter. But it seems these Dutch and moreso the French coaches are comfortable with scouts above them picking players to bring in.
Sometimes with Pardew it seemed he'd never seen the lads we brought in. Facundo Ferreyra is probably better than Shola. If he goes to Serie A and scores a hatful I won't be surprised. Ferreyra or Shola.
Now that winter is here and Shola is back from covering for Didier Drogba in Turkey, he's free to offer his skills to those in trouble. Somebody was saying to me today that Shola might go and join Brighton. Shighton.

Shola will be Newcastle United Manager one day. But for now I'd predict it'll be Carver until the end of the season. We will be told there's no need for signings while a temporary is in control at the club around the 28th of January, plus there'll be better bargains to be had in the Summer. Still haunted by
the dark cloud that is Alan Pardew, we will stagger towards May before a surprise appointment as an enthusiastic, but surprised Peter Taylor takes up the surprised reigns. Peter's
first transfer window will ultimately end with frustration. But buoyed by the fact that there'll surely be better options available come the January transfer window. Moussa Sissoko is well gone by then, and Chiek Tiote plays in the Middle East. He's just turned on the ball and lost possession 30 yards out from his own goal. Foul. Booking. 8th of the season.

Here's to hoping for effort.

01 August, 2014

Why I Still Don't Trust Alan Pardew.. By NUFCThreatLevel. Age 33½.

Alan Pardew. On the face of it a good English manager. Given the competition.
That's as nice as it gets.

There's always a sense that he's prepared to do whatever it takes to keep the job. A job he knows he'll never surpass in terms of stature in the game. We all love a trier, James Perch is fondly remembered by people who ritually buy the Sky Sports almanac each year, or subscribe to Premier Sports. But there's certain roles you don't want the lucky chancer filling. Namely the role of Newcastle United manager.

Now I've no idea what criteria Alan Pardew could have filled if, let's pretend, there was a serious look at candidates for the role. A canny pro, nowt special with couple cracks at getting West Ham promoted via the playoffs, and subsequently an FA Cup Final defeat aren't the CV of a man likely to lure the names in. Affix Keegan/Robson comparison here.

When we think of what Pardew was famous for, what do we have? "He" signed Tevez and Mascherano. More on Alan's shrewd moves to come. But what else? He was at Southampton. He had good players. Some of them went on to sell for tens of millions in the Premiership. He had these lads in League One. Couldn't get promoted. Yes Southampton had a points reduction but it was 10 points. Southampton couldn't even reach the playoffs.

Dismissed by Southampton with reports of low morale about the place and a fallout with the owners. Where else does this League One manager end up? Newcastle! The answer we were all expecting.

So here we are. Yes, we had a great run in a few years ago. 5th in the league and all that. But since then we've swayed wildly back and forth. From players who are seemingly his favourites, to tactics which at times seem straight from the Sunday League. Pardew ultimately has not taken us anywhere else but mediocrity.
Happy to play mouthpiece for a board who'll drop a bi-monthly reminder you don't particularly matter much outside of season ticket renewals time.
How does Alan Pardew get footballers, some of them young lads desperate to show their worth up for a cup tie the club itself has made perfectly clear to all who'll listen is no priority? He doesn't. He agrees with the smartly dressed chaps upstairs. He's certainly never voiced a contrary argument to anything publicly the board have handed down.

Do you think Pardew picks this club's signings?
Perhaps he may have had more of a say in matters lately. But the recruitment policy of this club is shrouded in mystery. People who claim he rules over transfer policy are just kidding themselves. They're the same people who (rightly) also claim Kinnear was the one offering Cabaye round for most money. Who, left to his own devices we should be thankful wasn't swapped for a bag of magic beans.
The best footballers Pardew has managed were handed to him by others. Then, with this vast array of talent. Pardew has struggled to adapt his own game to suit what he's given. He has been handed superstars, and kept the cloggers in the side. Simple "YES!" men who'll do as Pardew wishes.

The current Pardew buggerabout is with Hatem Ben Arfa. I've no idea how to view this. It's been labelled weight issues for a while now. Then we see photos of the lad looking relatively trim the word from the club is that it's more HBA's professionalism at question.
Maybe. Maybe it's Alan taking orders from upstairs again. HBA's contract expires next Summer. There's £1/2 million there to be earned. Plus a saving on wages.. Let's force him out.. Make him train with the kids.
Jonas Gutierrez has been banished from club training. Why? No word on him being unprofessional. Just asked not to come in it would seem. Previously thought to be a Pardew favourite amongst us. Again, cut. Pardew not a word.
Jonas Gutierrez' contract expires next Summer. Tinfoil hats off.

So where will this end? Who knows. Pardew himself won't know for sure. As another season comes round he's still pretty much the unsackable, bar him really putting us in the shit. Not impossible. This is a man who has run around his open prison of a technical area shoving linesmen and headbutting the gormless. He could run over the field to the disabled supporters section and roundhouse people, he'd still be "the right man" in a club statement.
Actually if I was Alan Pardew I'd see how far I can push it. I'd certainly enjoy that much more than those bastard W*nga half time shows they put on.

Anyway. I don't trust Alan Pardew. He isn't a football manager, he's very well paid middle-management at a PR firm for the devil.

This blog post was too sensible. Sorry.
Here's a firework display that I personally reckon looks like Mark Hughes:


17 December, 2013

Let's Get Carried Away..

Around 3,000 of us were all in the same situation. Repetitive strain injuries and friction rashes from circling our nipples with our fingertips as Shola holds the ball up in the corner at Old Trafford, a defeated Zaha and Evra unable to do anything about it. The referee unable to give them a penalty or play until the following Thursday week. United were about to win at "Yahnahhted" (Manchester), "Yunoyted" (Ireland), "미국" (The People's Republic of North Korea, may Super Grandad watch down and protect them from space) or "United" (The Media) for the first time since the iron age. Or since Sol Campbell broke into an impromptu game of beach volleyball for Spurs, depending on how much of a prick you are.

Glorious. Again, imagine if we won stuff.

For me that's up there with Plymouth. Where I admit the long trip, the sea air and the shandy got the better of me. I just remember a massive pitch invasion at full time because Leon Best hit the bar or something. I got a big blokey hug off Andy Carroll (if I fucking knew....). Much like Patrice and Wilfred up top, I could NOT get near Shola, who it seemed had struck up some kind of Beatles Mania level of hysteria for lads wearing Berghaus near the corner flag. Mobbed he was.

Anyway. We're all confident again.
But let's not be daft here. There's nineteen other teams and nineteen stones worth of club owner who doesn't seem enamoured (Thesaurus ((Dictionary)) on the internet) with the idea of Newcastle United playing in Europe. We're just a cracking way of flogging tickets to almost every football body in a suit, let's be honest.
Let's just keep our heads down while making sure to display all of our paying and non-paying club sponsors.

A couple cheap additions here.
Apparently it says here we also drew with Southampton. There we go.

Upcoming games and that, over Christmas. The TV is always telling me it's a tough period. I'm not fucking surprised given what the BBC show as comedy. Anyway:
Crystal Palace - Another chance to spoil a Cockney's weekend after Old Trafford. One corner sings. That's atmosphere these days. Bring back standing. Bring back fun. Bring back Andy Thorn and ask him to leave again.
Stoke City - I still refuse to see Stoke as a Premiership football club and don't expect any win against them to be added to our league total. A friendly. Play the bairns. Ameobi double pairing up top. Put them in those inflatable half time balls. Banter.
Arsenal - Well let's hope on hope they don't get their game against West Ham on Boxing Day called off again to gain a few days extra rest over the Christmas period. As there was nothing shady or unfair about Arsenal and West Ham doing this exact same trick last season over Christmas.
West Brom - Just played these buggers, it's not the best of three tosses lads. On WBA, I've got money on Zola or Di Matteo getting the job. So expect them to appoint Carlo Cudicini or the puppet from the Dolmio adverts.
Cardiff City in the FA Cup! - It's wor year, lads! Wembley! Whaaaaaay! Let's get carried away!

26 November, 2013


Not dead.

Haadaway you dirty buggers!
Coming up to 100,000 hits, no doubt somewhere around the 90,000 mark looking for the Cheryl Tweedy photos.
So what's changed?

Hardly anything at the club. Staff or players. Loic Remy plays for us now but I don't know how long for or if he's leaving SJP in a G4S prisoner transport van or a billionaire's helicopter. Mind if that helicopter is taking him back to QPR I'd honestly consider the first option.
Good player. But let's not get too excited. We've been let down before.

Oh aye Kinnear. I forget about that daft old bastard because he does the square root of FUCK ALL at this club. I have no idea how Joe Kinnear lands these jobs at our club. At some point somebody (we can probably guess who) he thrown the line "Joe Kinnear?" out there, and nobody rang for the nurse. Kinnear must have cracking blackmail on somebody. I again wish to go on record as suggesting Ashley wants to strip this club of it's profitable assets and move it to Baltimore. It was supposed to be a carnival the day they got rid of Llambias. I suppose a clown showed up at least. Bam. Words.

 I have absolutely no idea what Sports Direct News is. But they follow me on Twitter so I suppose I'm a killer source given some of the shite they've come out with. If they ever do a report on Newcastle United being linked with Wayne Rooney, you'll know I've infiltrated their inner sanctum. I think it's a Sky Sports News rip off of The Day Today.
Remember when Clubcall and Teletext was the was the way to get your fill of rumours? At no point did anybody wonder if the lads over at Sports World in the Monument Mall had heard about Stephen Glass coming in on a free.

Lost the derby. I don't care, now. Probably because we lost. But if S*nderland were offered the last few derbies we played before being relegated out and away from the top flight and in turn ourselves for the next twenty years, I reckon we'd both snap your hand off. Not to sound high and mighty because I am naturally better than them or anything (eyvnin' marras). But while the rest of us play 38 Premiership games a season against 18 other clubs (I refuse to acknowledge Stoke), you get the impression S*nderland forever play two games against one and let's be honest, at times they play against themselves, which was always a big laugh.
It's all a bit dull now, the derby. No amount of horse hadoukens, wacky Italian stereotypes from the 1940's or poop flinging managers can bring back the fun lately.
I'll probably care when we win the next one, mind. This is the North East version of sad, limited Gloryhunting.

Though I will say their insistence in parts that the North East media is dead against them and pro-Newcastle (#Magedia) is still my favourite thing about Mackems right now. Dawn Thewlis smiles when we win, you know? Dead against them. Brilliant. She probably eats Sugar Puffs and wipes her bare arse with the S*nderland Air Show.
The day they fathom where some of the planes are taking off from, I want that reaction filmed.

Where's Titus Bramble?

Shola is an international footballer.
We all knew this was on the cards, he might even go to a World Cup. He's going to have to Sky+ the new season of 24. Howay Victor Anichebe, nee spoilers now..
I'm writing this after a very good Shola performance (Sholaformance? Ameobash? Foluwalloping?) against Norwich City. So stick with me if he's had a shocker around the time you're reading this. On Saturday I saw Shola chest a ball over his own head and keep control of the ball. Now I don't know if this is an accident, I don't know if it's any more or less an accident than the Bergkamp goal where he spun around Nikos Dabizas, solved a Rubix cube and scored at the Gallowgate. Nor do I know if Shola's yelled "YouTube" a second before the ball hits his chest, though he probably has. What I do know with Shola is something fantastic or daft is about to happen, and I love fantastic stuff (ur mum) as much as I love daft stuff (ur mum). Shola had an effort at the Leazes End in the second half that nearly hit the roof of the stand. People stood and applauded. Shola is going to be first person to smash the windows above Level 7. It'll rain glass, dead pigeons and bits of football on people, and they will be happy.
Dennis Bergkamp won't even fly, man. I'd call him a big fucking fairy but at least fairies have wings and get up off the ground. Tart.

I'm told I went..

See you all in six months.
Oh aye. I'm also the Secret Footballer.

01 March, 2013


As some of you know. I'm on Twitter. I've been called a tosser for much worse, so let's just save time.
I'm going to assume the vast majority of you know their way around Twitter, so I'm free to use jargon that in most cases turns women off faster than a video of say, Coventry City stalwart Steve Ogrizovic fisting himself. Not that one exists. Nor than I want you to email me said video, should he film one out of spite at this comparison.

Essentially 'Bots' are drones that randomly post the odd remark made on the '#NUFC' tag some computer genius copied down at some point over the previous 2-3 years. Essentially making the 'bot' appear to have a mind of it's own, making random tweets and so forth..
I don't know what the aim of these bots is, ultimately. Maybe one day they'll rise up and make us all go outside and talk to girls. But in the meantime, let's laugh at some.

This is typical of what I mean.
This tweet is obviously copied from a few weeks back. Anybody checking the final scores today is going to be confused. Especially as it's a Friday.

Caroline. Who I assume has had a few, is going to be livid when she is another who finds out there's no game on. Yet alone no snow. She needs to get herself down to Reading (I'm not 100% sure where Reading is, you know? It's like fucking Narnia between Leeds and London for old man Threat Level!) and throw some kind of chilled substitute at the man. I suggest Callippos. Every fucker loves Callippos. I can't be arsed to Google how you spell Callippos.

Latosha. Who by the way claims she(?) is from Washington, GA was probably there during the McKeag days, so she's every right to judge poor running of Newcastle United.

Conchita is smacked off her tits.


Sadly, this one is quite popular amongst the bots. Probably because it's been used genuinely the few times Geremi got a hold of the ball during his time at the Toon. 'Sumiko Burks' sounds like it could be a sentence in Newbiggin. Actually, that one could be real. Unverified.

Tora, who I'm assuming is a lesbian (I've absolutely nothing against them I can't stress this enough) praising Tim Krul despite his current injury.
There's also one that slates Rob Elliot on there. I hope he doesn't read those. They're quite cruel. If the chubby commander of a team of easily programmable drones takes down our britches it'll be the first since Allardyce got a win at Gallowgate with his foul-brand of sport, managing Blackburn. You remember the one, just after we hammered the Third World 5-1.
I see the Mandela Foundation is teaming up with them. He could probably get a game. See Titus' backpass at West Brom? I saw it, everyone saw it three to four seconds before it happened. Sometimes it's the way Titus is moving. You can tell he's throwing 100% of his concentration into putting one foot in front of the other. Titus could have played it safe and knocked it out for a throw. Titus Stoffer wouldn't have sold his goalkeeper short. Classic Titus. He used to play Champions League you know? Bramble. Not Stoffer.

I'll leave you with some GIF @SholasHats tweeted. As I steadily laugh louder each time I see it, I think it's from the new Mortal Kombat. It's 4:30am.



20 February, 2013

The #Tournament previously known as the "#Milk #Cup" #Finals #Weekend #Extravaganza!

So where was I?
Blogger proudly announces that I can now "mention people in your posts with Google+". Fantastic. Allardyce! You can fuck right off!
Who uses Google+ anyway? Facebook is well adequate enough for people who spend all day long posting photographs of their children. I've been starting to wonder if a lad I know has caught that 'Benjamin Button' virus Brad Pitt caught. He was thirty odd a few month back but now he seems to be this baby I've never formally been introduced to, judging by all the photographs he's 'tagged' in.

A lot of you are no doubt thinking "Why is the daft bastard going on about Facebook? Where's the football patter I come here to read and take to the pub later so as to stave off rumours of being a big Mary amongst the other lads?"
Well good reader you've raised a good question, and I too only talk about football in a deep voice to keep the rumours at bay.
A lot has happened since we last held hands, in a blokey way, and wandered, like proper blokes down the walk of glory and shame that is Premiership football. We spent some money after Christmas in some kind of bonanza rarely seen with Ashley at the helm. Is it still a helm? What's a helm? I picture Ashley sat at an oversized throne with his tail wrapped around Derek in a bikini. This is a good enough excuse for a photo of a hot lass in a bikini. Hold your horses, we're firing up Google.

That'll get the hits up.
If you're still thinking about Llambias in that bikini I suggest you seek help.
While we're on this, somebody once found this site by searching for "derek sex" on Google. All types to make a world.

Yes. The spending spree!
Now yes I'm sure we'll have to pay for this at some point in the future. God knows the world sweeps away any mighty plinth a Toon fan stands on with a mighty laugh and a Ricardo Fuller header. But I'm going to enjoy something Mike Ashley did at this club.
He bought a right back (I LIKE DEBUCHY-BUCHY..) who can give away penalties and not be seen as the anti-Christ amongst our supporters. Refreshing. Bargain. Signed 5 months late but happy to have Yohan Cabaye's +1 on games of Streets of Rage for Le Megadrive.
Moussa Sissoko also, who looks like he's been training down at that community gym in Elswick with me on weekdays. Brick shithouse that man, and I'm glad we have him. Tiote, who was the hardest man ever a month or so back, harder than all the Street Fighter characters and their dads if you believed the internet, will have to keep his head down if Moussa turns up for training one day without his packed lunch. I wouldn't even bat an eyelid if Moussa Sissoko wanted the sandwiches me Mam made, as well as me Skips and cheeky Mars Bar for between periods 4 and 5. Not that I've dreamt about us all going to school and playing for the football team or anything.
Vurnon Anita is a couple years below us, but he's cool to hang with us on the playground.
GOUFFRAN is another one. I don't know much about the lad, but us blogging types rarely know our arse from our elbow and it never stops us. All I ever hear is "another Obertan another Obertan.." so I'm going to suggest he's another Stephen Glass.
Anything is better than Pancrate.

They also signed (I'm saying this like you don't know. If you don't know this info I reckon you've arrived on this site from a Google search for 'Anything is better than Pancrate' or 'Cheryl Tweedy geps') ..Mapou Yanga-Mbiwa (Google) to 'bolster' (journo words) the defence. Everybody I've read on this here screen says we've got a bargain, and I hope they're right. Let's be honest amongst people who don't know each other, Coloccini is away in the Summer back to Argentina to retire from Sky Sports football and play for sky high cocaine dealers. Probably. That's probably stereotyping an entire continent's football hierarchy in one fell swoop, but this is the internet and that is EXACTLY what the internet is good at. If this offends any amigos by the time you've read this my name is Mark Hughes, c/o West Ham United Football Club. Probably.

As Shola is currently hibernating between derbies, there hasn't been a lot of Shola action gracing the dancefloor at Gallowgate lately.
Yes the big man has come on for a few cameos, and clearly still half in his slumber has headed a few footballs in the wrong direction. Stood on the ball a couple times and yet still scored the obligatory 5 yard Sholazo in Europe. But we're slowly nearing the inevitable realisation that nothing lasts forever. Even if it could probably chin all the Man Utd squad. At some point we're going to have to demolish that spiral khazi in the centre of the Bigg Market, erect (fnarr!) a tent on that spot and put Shola out to stud on weekend nights. No fat chicks. No Mackems.

See you all again in 8-10 months.
Tino for Mayor.