It’s the eve of the day that we just cannot bear
anticipation and expectation hanging heavy in the air
It’s not life or death it’s much bigger than that
will Samson kill the Magpie? Or will the bird do the cat?
The result of the game will add to a story,
which set of fans will bask in the glory?
At least until next time when it all starts again
and we all get to flirt with the pride or the pain
So let’s back our lads with all that we’ve got
and send Geordie home sad, humbled, and flat
while ecstatic Mackem hordes dance away from the scene
of the latest proud chapter in our history under Quinn.
And when we reflect many years down the line
On the day that we beat our old foe from the Tyne
we will all get to say “I was there for that game”,
The day we sorted Geordie….what a shame, what a shame!!!
Blackcat
Ha’way the lads!!!

Hey, if our team are as good as our poets we will trounce them!
Only thing...Replace the word Geordie with Mag or Skunk or summit, because we too have loads of Geordies who support us..
