Mags embarrassing themselves yet again

Self styled

They want to create this siege mentality where they think everyone hates them because they are so rich etc when in fact people hate them because of the stench of entitlement, the massive, massive delusions about their place in the football hierarchy and last, but by no means least - the immediate and absolute concession of their morals when a Saudi Prince wanted to buy their club.

 

IMHO you get about 50% who are exactly like that lad - think they are the biggest club in the world, best supporters and "deserve" success etc etc
Then you get the other 45% who think the same, but mask it quite well and come across as sensible enough until you poke a stick through the cage and the mask slips
Remaining 5% are the reasonable, sensible ones

 

The level of stupidity displayed by some of these half wits is off the scale.

But let's just say they are onto something. Let's just imagine there is a covert plan to stymie them at every step, from the PL, to the Ref's organisation, to other clubs, to EUEFA, to the press to everyone.

Just how universally loathed do you have to be to manage all that? How many different people and organisations need to despise you for that to happen?

It's one or the other. Either these wild claims are the product of infantile and demented nutters, or the whole world, other than Saudi Arabia hates them.

 

I actually prefer option 2.

 

https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1568910174726799362

 

Cba to type it out on my phone but have canny one for tomorrow about their absolute delusional behaviour

 

Anyway, there was no footy on on Saturday, in case you hadn't noticed so me and Mrs W decided to make the most of it. Hopped the GC to York for the day, bit shopping, bite to eat, couple of drinks, you know the routine. So we eventually end up in the Botanist on Stoneygate (?) and manage to get a table right in the corner at the front near the door.. (As an aside York was utterly rammed, mainly with Hen parties and bloody 'tourists'.)

So we're a few drinks in and then this bloke comes over to the door area waving for his mates to follow him. While they're getting organised he decides he wants to chat so picks on us, me specifically, to ramble on to. Could tell he was blootered straight away. Long and short of it him and his mates were supposed to be at Doncaster for the St. Leger, but it with it being pushed back they decided to use their train tickets and get arseholed in York instead. I like the hosses we had a few words about fancies for the big race and then I get this...."You a geordie anarl?" "Nor, a mackem". "Hoo lads, there's a mackem here". Then proceeded to tell me that they were the richest club in the Waaarld, the PL are ****ting themselves because NUFC "are garna win everything in the next five years", I must be "git jealous of them" and they'd be top of league already if "VAR wasn't fixed against them". When I brougt up the various other **** VAR decisions which had gone against for example Wolves and West Ham he was having none of it. All those decisions were "reet" and only "tha toon" are being cheated. His last one, the best one, he asked me "who would I support between Newcastle and SAFC if I had a choice now?" "Sunlun". "Divvent be daft man, you'd pick the toon". "Seriously I wadn't, I'm Sunlun born and bred, always will be, will always be Sunlun". "Nah, yer lyin'" So I reversed the question and guess what? He could "nivver support tha Mackems". By now his mates had supped up and were ready to go and as they were leaving I got probably the weirdest insult I've ever had in my life (and I've been insulted a canny few times, let me tell you). As one of them walked past he said "you've got lovely hair.........for a mackem". Mrs. W was suitably gobsmacked. Weird ****ers, Mags.

 

Let’s have a look at your Barnet then

 

But have you got nice hair?

being a little on the receding side I might have not got that comment

 

Marvellous. The real tragedy is that this kind of wierd and needy, childlike behaviour is not some sort of outlier, or the ramblings of some daft young kid. They are often middle aged blokes with no self awareness at all.

It's little wonder the whole country looks and laughs at them.

 

Funny story but what sort of moron thinks support is all about going to the richest club? Maybe a eight year old might make a decision on that basis and I suspect in the next couple of years there'll be a few more Newcastle shirts on kids spotted in places you wouldn't expect. This is why Sunderland need to do everything they can as a club to get the kids interested and ensure future support.

Still got a feeling it will all implode somehow at Newcastle though.

 

almost sure to mate

 

They are a ****ing special breed. I know I live on the dark side, but you cannot go more than 5 min walk out your house without seeing grown adults wearing football shirts. Took the kids down to the coast yesterday and honestly, every other person had a "toon top" on. It's cultish levels of tribalism

 

Few weeks back I went on a bus trip with my 9 year old daughter and her dance group to Euro Disney to perform. It was hot so one of the dads wore the full Newcastle strip on the way to Paris. On the way back he walked on wearing the away kit. Not only that, he ended up watching the Newcastle v Tranmere game on his phone, loud enough for us all to hear the live commentary. He was giving the bus ooo's and aaahhh's and a running commentary, even though the majority of the bus were mothers and tired kids who were half asleep at this point. We'd been on the move since 8am so we were 11 to 12 hours into our journey home. But the crowning turd in the waterpipe was the fact that he was chanting to himself. Something about Trippier, over the wall bollocks, something about Bruno etc etc. He even stated that Chris Wood should be taken to the town moor and shot. Minutes later he scored. This guy on the bus was late 40's ffs! I despaired!
One of the mothers was pissed off like. She asked the organisers to put a kids film on the bus telly, just so he had to turn his sound off, watching the rest of the match on mute. Still didnt stop him chanting though. Tit!

 

****ing hell. Absolutely typical behaviour from one of then

 

I'm not one to state that all Sunderland fans are the salt of the earth and Town fans are ****s. I admit we all have our fair share of idiots. But I have only ever witnessed Newcastle fans behaving so boorishly in misreading the room. Those that have that subconscious assumption that everybody within shouting distance is a football fan, a fellow Newcastle fan and are as fervorous as they are regarding the club. They are normally middle aged men with a child like mentality to football.

 

We’ll… I called this guy out and he had a go at me for watching the mags (you know he’ll be watching us on Wednesday) and he refused to answer my “which decisions specifically} in the Liverpool, wolves and Man City games. He’s called a truce!!! Obviously knows he has no comeback

 

I mentioned to my wife what a berk he was when he got on the bus in Gateshead with the full home kit on. She agreed. We couldnt believe it when he got on wearing the away kit coming home.

Didnt get the chance to check whether he was wearing shin pads or not.

 

Got chatting to a mag staying in my hotel in Corfu couple of weeks back. He was the type who hated everyone, especially the "foreigners" [irony lost on him]. Told me triumphantly how he wouldn't buy a drink at the hotel bar, but would happily sit on his balcony (which was right next to the pool) drinking cans he bought from the shop. Got talking about football and asked if was "gannin ta watch tha toon" that night (also the Tranmere game). I guess he must have picked up on my wife's accent as mine is largely non regional. I told him that you couldn't pay me to watch that lot and that I was a Sunderland fan.

He upped and left. didn't even so much as make eye contact for the rest of the holiday after initially thinking he'd met a kindred spirit. ****ing oddballs the lot of them

 

Hope you told him "no truce", called him a **** then blocked him