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Hard to believe it's 29 years ago. Newcastle were the luckiest club in the land that the same thing didn't happen to them. Remember the old,...
His woman is his trusty right hand, wrapped in his favourite oven glove.
I had a dream that Sunderland won the league title. Everything was black and everyone was depressed. That was my worst football nightmare.
He'll be good in the Championship.
Tell me you're joking, mate. Our version was way superior, unless you're a Yank in disguise.
If we park two buses and play 18th century football we might keep it down to six.
There is no such word in the English language as "you's". Please correct your grammar. Can you do anything without putting your foot in it?...
And you won't miss the South Wales derbies, I take it?
I've said this for years: bring Hitler and the Nazi Party back and a lot of the stewards would be the first to join up. I've actually seen them...
Good old HBA. Clearly happier being with the fans than the scumbags on the bench.
He was wheeled out to defend the regime on Twitter. If he was booed for that, it's fine by me.
Don't be so focused on percentages, mate. If Churchill had done that in 1940, he would have been well and truly screwed, given the state of...
According to BBC Newcastle and its resident sycophant, John Anderson, Rémy was totally uninterested in the game.
Mike Ashley certainly does not have "skin like a rhino". The only time he has communicated with the fans is when he whined like a spoilt little...
It still poisoned the atmosphere and detracted all attention from the game itself, which was the object of the exercise. In the end, Pardew was...
Can't anyone just shoot Ashley? I know it's simplistic but it seems to have logic on its side.
You're all so much more middle class than I thought you were. Godammit you should all just stink as the good Lord intended you to do.
Sunderland don't need our miserable shower to win, which is just as well for them.
Brilliant. I love this sort of thing.
Has anyone else suffered the same embarrassment as I have in Glasgow at being asked by a female check-out assistant: "Want a poke, hen?".
