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Oh, hai Antonio

Taking that 3-0 fucking walkover as some sort of positive it’s a shame it’s not an Olympic year as Keith would have a chance of a gold medal in the mental gymnastics category

The Magpie's 'nest'. The upstairs flat was the 'boardroom' for a meeting in May 1892 between the directors of Newcastle East End and the recently folded Newcastle West End where the decision was made for East End to move to West End's ground at St James' Park with the idea of attracting West End's fan base too. Essentially the birth place of the club we know today.

"Whose brain, did you give him? Don't say it was Abby Normal again?!" "No, not him." "Who, then?" It was....... Keyth." "Noooooo!"

Had to nervously walk from the delerious away end to meet my uncle at his car, he was in the posh seats, after this: Edit P.S. Glen fucking Keeley

SOLD.

Probably mentioned it before but one of the times I was at Ayresome the match had finished and they had put some of the pitiful away allocation they gave us onto local double decker buses before driving us to thornaby train station. Anyway, We're nearly all on the bus waiting when we see someone legging it through that back lane with a few others in pursuit behind him, no colours on anyone. The lad out in front dodges in-between buses and jumps into one, only one seems to correctly follow his direction but obviously doesn't notice he's stepped onto the bus until the lad steps back out just in time to absolutely knock the I presume Boro chaser clean out. Couple of police eventually came over but the lad wandered off to either get on another bus or make his way elsewhere. We pulled off as the police were presumably giving the once pursuer some smelling salts. It was like the ok corral around that stadium.

Anyone being donated his brain would need a fucking refund.

It was marginally less incendiary than referring to them as 'nappy rippers' which was common place in the late 80s. Went down like a cup of cold sick.

Oh and some mirror sunglasses cos some of the senoritas are fucking outstanding

Getting to Ayresome park was sketchy as fuck tbf, through some of the roughest parts of Boro.

It’s fucking class, 40 degrees currently so I’m sweating my pig tits off. The food is great, but it’s quite difficult to understand if you don’t speak a bit of Spanish cos there’s hardly a place with a menu. You either guess or ask. Everyone speaks great English though if you are struggling. The tourist areas are quite small or close together so a 3 day job would probably do. Guggenheim was cool, parks are class and ignoring my point above bring some comfy shoes cos we did nearly 13 miles walking around yesterday. /judith chalmers

Only beat us 3-0 at home without breaking sweat. 😂 This bloke really is a walking brain donor. Oh, I forgot, he's not. He uses a mobility scooter.

They’re in for a massive rude awakening like. West Ham were in very sketchy form towards the end of last year but Bowen and Kudus alone could absolutely torture them. That’s before you get onto Palace’s front line and Villa are better man for man. That’s maybe the best start they could have hoped for and it’ll be impressive if they muster up more than 4/5 points

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I went there for a midweek game in 83 when I was at university in Bradford so I went with a posh kid from Gosforth and his mate from somewhere in London who was an arsenal fan who as you can imagine were complete fannies. We got a local train back to Leeds and it had its windows put out with bricks which was nice. (Referring to Barnsley).

The league cup game at Ayresome in 92/93 is the most scared I've ever been at a football match. I think it was the game where some of our lot first wore the HAZMAT overalls and face masks and the locals didn't take kindly to it 😬

It was his missus, Di that I feel sorry for.

How is Bilbao @strawb ? Im currently looking at a city break next month and this top of my list.

Someone pointed out the other day that Pickford has never played for Everton against Sunderland. Wonder how that'll go down when they play them.

I remember getting the bus back from Boro and those cunts lobbing a breeze block off a bridge over the A19 and it going through the rear window.