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This is the reason, just as much as European conference/Europa league (whatever it's going to be?) why I want to finish sixth as they can put one season down to a fluke, two seasons in a row where we're top six is going to give them something to chew on whenever they mention the big six, or they'll invent a big seven tag). *Or top eleven like they showed when Liverpool were eleventh).

Getting proper commando vibes with those NUFC adverts....

They'll get fined or something in about ten years.

The fish and dazzler if that cunt scores on Wednesday...

8th to 20th and relegation. It was forced on them but they didn't want to leave because the weather was better elsewhere. To be fair to Liverpool of old and Ferguson, they knew when to sell but were in a position of strength to do so. We're not in as as big a position of strength of those clubs then but we're also not the NUFC of 1988 let one Mike Ashley's NUFC.

Think of the headlines/non-NUFC pundits trying to sell our players to make their ex-clubs better? Isak is off to arsenal so I'm hearing from ex-arsenal players or fans like Darren Bent or people like Henry Winter, Lineker, (more on the wind up to Shearer TBF) touting him to Chelsea now people are hearing about apparent interest from Liverpool for Gordon? I'd be surprised if nobody was interested in Gordon, Isak or Bruno for the reason they're quality players and not only would it strengthen them it would also make us weaker and be one less team to worry about. Selling your best players even for a good wedge doesn't usually work out for the best and trust me, a lot of us on here can vouch for that!

Some place full of Mags ✅ Help for heroes ✅ FTM ✅ Sunderland shirts ✅ Mag shirts ✅ 🎵 Is this the real life? Is this just parody? Caught in a leyague slide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the Mags and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Cos I'm not easy come, easy go Little high, very low Any way the crisp packet blows doesn't really matter to me (to me) Marra Just saw a mag Put a gun against my head, pulled my trigger Now I'm dead Marra, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Marra, oo-oo-oo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters Too late, our time has come We've got no deycent spine, getting beytan all of the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the trewth Marra, oo-oo-oo (the wind blows) I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me Gary Rowell, Gary Rowell Gary Rowell, Gary Rowell ,Gary Rowell Fat Marco and Gary Bennoo oh-oh-oh I'm just a poor MLF nobody loves me He's just a MLF, even Bilbao dint want to know him Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Exile says! No, we will not let you go (Let him go!) Keyth says, We will not let you go (Let him go!) Lewk O'Nien says We will not let you go (Let me go) will not let you go (Let me go) never let you go (Let me go) (never) let you go (let me go) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh, marra mia, marra mia (marra mia, let me go) That Kyril kid has a devil put aside for me, for me For me So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye So you think you can give the black cats bar to the swine? Oh, kyril, can't do this to me, kyril Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here Oo-oo Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the crisp packets blows 🎶

'Tinpot club' as the young fans of certain football clubs might say.

I don't think West Bromwich or Southampton will be doing very well next year if either end up in the PL.

It was rough as a badger's arse I know that! About 92.

Laura summing up this last couple of weeks perfectly.

Me too!

Fair play, these Argentinian lads don't mind roughing it on Shields Road, had many a pint in the butchers especially when I worked nearby, was no place for the faint-hearted.

My last season standing was 93-94 but it was in the milburn paddocks near the gallowgate so not the best place to be, season before was amazing, usually in the corner. So I've had a decade of terrace football, then thirty years of football in an all seater stadium, (when I could go, for different reasons). The first decade wasn't always pretty, football was at it's lowest ebb but that was far more 'real' and had far more in common with the previous thirty years than the thirty years that came after it. Not saying things wouldn't or didn't need to move on but there's no question in my mind that I felt I had more in common with the people around me then than I do now by a country mile.

Before my time but I'd have loved to have been in the old leazes watching him.

Villa huge in Greece....

Reminds me of a shit old joke. Paddy and Murphy go to a fancy dress party where the theme of the night is emotions. They ring the doorbell and the hostess answers the door then looks on in disbelief as Paddy is naked with his cock hanging out of a bit of fruit whilst Murphy is similarly starkas with his John Thomas sliding in and out of bowl of yellow liquid. 'What the hell are you doing?' the hostess exclaims. Paddy replies, 'Well I have just come in dis pear here and Murphy he is fucking dis custard.'

Gets back to his old home town and the nostalgia almost overwhelms him, he takes a deep breath and shouts out unashamedly to all who can hear him..... "Int Burnleh BRILLIANT!!!" Half an hour later...... ......When's the flight back to New Zealand, again, love?"

I just went around the town with mates, no daft costumes or anything, (well, dress sense might've been iffy on a few but that was normal) the only lasting medical effect I suffered from and still do at times is a painful headache brought on by the missus finding out and occasionally mentioning the stripper my mates hired on the sly who got naked and pulled my Steve McQueens down and spanked my arse in the club before we went over to the town. First pint as well, damned if you go along, damned if you don't!* * Of course I went along, I'm not some type of accountant or something.

It's not surprising, he doesn't play for one of the clubs who must not be ignored.

One of them was merely good looking and fit, another was an actual goddess. Had to do some high level covert shit as they tried to walk around with cunts getting in their way making sure to avoid the missus clocking me.

It wasn't just me, you tell others couldn't believe how much hard work they were making, one of them shoehorned a fucking scooter up above and later on as we were getting up I caught it mid air as it fell out and was going to land on someone, got zero thanks so I just should've let it hit the target. Cunts.

FYP Honestly, nothing to do with religion at all, they were just unbelievably disruptive, they're lucky it wasn't Geordie lasses as stewards and not really nice, very cute Cypriot/greek lasses as they might've ended up meeting Cypriot plod on arrival. The sense of entitlement was Liverpool/Man U levels. The mackem? Say no more, mackem is as mackem does.