****ing useless bunch of ****ers

And a lot of Vaseline!

 

Only for you big boy!

 

Go on, give the game away why don't you?

 

It's a mind boggling score!

Fair play!

 

Aye, i don't say much. But when i do. You can turn on your swear filter. I thought i would say it like i felt at the time. I had no-one else to rant at coz i'm surrounded in foreign types who would not understand. (just as well). Look at my wee statement below.

 

Yes, even you!

 

Ab i'm puzzled regarding the last remark.

 

Have some rep my friend.

 

I have to say, I love this thread, as it adequately sums up my feelings after the match, and indeed the illiterate expressions of normally loquacious, reasonably intelligent individuals who succomb to the ultimate illogical passion of matchdays

Most of all, however, I love threads like this because, having managed to resist the temptations to rip the flesh off my face, douse myself in petrol and set my naked (of course naked, otherwise it'd just be weird...) torso on fire in an effort to become a "bonfire night gone wrong" model, eat my shoes, cut my newcastle shirt into a bakini and pretend I'm a woman who knows nothing about football (only modelling, being a lesbian and the life and times of Richard Rose), order elocution lessons for DT so I never have to hear her Geordie accent after such a miserable loss, become a season ticket holder for some absurd freestyle frisbee club, and shape my hair into an angry Jedward style, I can laugh about the post-match over-reactions like I'm one of the sane ones who use this site

 

Much appreciated. I have been somewhat lax in my input of late.

 

Eloquently put. I was battering my bell end under the toilet lid before wire brushing it. It concentrates the mind.

 

Everyone is entitled to my opinion. Even you! You're entitled to your opinion, as is everybody.

 

We were rubbish and dare l say it an embarrassment at times, lacking passion and clueless..... BUT I WAS SO HAPPY.......why l hear you asking yourselves, simple ......
Because l was in my home town, because l got to speak with a Geordie accent, because l was at the ground, because l got to sing for my team, because l was surrounded by black and White. I could go on
Those of us proud Geordies who sadly cannot live in the North East anymore, do not have the luxury of walking up the hill to SJP whenever we want too. As the old saying goes you don't know what you have till it's gone.
Yeah we were pants, but we have so much to be glad of, let's not forget that my bonny lads and lasses. HTL

 

I love going home.
The times it's brought a tear to my eye coming over the bridge on the train. Or seeing familiar sights from the plane.