McFaul

Well it may but not with my support. 51,800 and 49,800 the two attendances, none of you have any idea how many people I know who have rapped it. I would never have chucked it if we were in Division 4 personally without this fat disgraceful bastard. Nearly 52k against Man City and I'm telling you now, many of the hierarchy of the support have jacked it. One minor thing it does for me, I truthfully now believe, a successful NUFC could attract 80,000+ not even taking the piss.

We've spent £6m NET since promotion in 2010. That is beyond pathetic. The bloke is a billionaire.

Ashley net value 2014 - £4,000,000,000 http://www.transferleague.co.uk/premiership-transfers/newcastle-united-transfers.html Since 2009 we have made a profit of £17m on transfers with a fat bastard owner worth 4 BILLION. I hate him. My love of the club will come back when he leaves, and when Pardew fucks off. Pardew is getting worse and worse and worse. We are a mickey mouse club, yet we have so much interest in us HBA is this morning on the UK Twitter top 10 phrases. We are a sick joke.

I'm on day 4 with no drink. I've got 147 days till my next drinking day. I'm in a remarkably positive mood, it wasn't a perfect result on Friday for me but it was a decent one. In previous years my season ticket, having been present at a game where Sissoko missed an injury time sitter for an equaliser, and the next one we concede three at home to Crystal Palace, would've ruined my weekend, now I can take them or leave them. The club is rotten to the core, and my passion has been eroded. Wor lass asked me to get married and have a kid next year and I haven't said no, so I'm in a positive frame of mind. I'm still here, and have potentially a good future and I feel fresh, cheeky, and not at all bad today.

Ask him for some chicken chow mein the cheeky fucka.

I wasn't replying to your post, I largely ignored it. I'm not convinced by any of our strikers just now, especially Cisse, we need to break the bank today. I can't whinge massively because my support of the club in terms of offering lots of money via season tickets for two and a half decades, and thinking I'm in the echelon of our support is over as long as these scumbags are in place there.

We've rarely needed a striker more than we do now.

I'm hearing Barnetta and N'Zogbia being looked at right now, but we need a striker.

Cowies 2002 the last time I had a cowie. I had 6 in one go the day and night England beat Argentina in Japan.

Of course I learned from my sobriety ewerk. I could have another 45 years. I've got a happyish life, so am delighted with my chances. I'll reply to the friendless dickhead later.

I've already said I'm not drinking for 5 month. I had 12 pints the day I found out I could survive. Sorrrrrrrrrryyyyyy just a random day eh? Ffs

My balance should be fine as long as I let my brain settle down. I'm away from the alcohol for 5 months, to give myself a chance. I'm much taller and stronger than the average bloke, but I've proven twice even at my size I can't deal with alcohol combined with my brain correcting itself over several months, I've still got the stitches going 12 inches around my forehead. J69 I've been taken in to South Tyneside general twice with the same thing, you work with some right stunners, one of them is blonde, about 30 and a massive toon fan.

Brilliant posts by the likes of Paddocklad, CT and NJS. You blokes are from the North East, you're decent people and you're not terrorism supporters from Ireland like 2 or 3 cheeky cunts on here. Fancy calling someone who's had an incredibly huge brain op a "wanker". I've tried everything to deal with it, and I've done alright mentally. Friday was obviously a huge drink, after being told I'm not going to die imminently like they often tell people. I'm between a 2 and 3 which at least gives me hope, so yeah like a nobhead I had 12 pints, then on Saturday I had 2 and was taken to hospital. The end result of that is this: I start my radiotherapy in 2 weeks; it lasts up to Christmas potentially. The decision I've made is though I won't have a drink till February 1st. Will be the longest I've been without a drink since I was 11, but hopefully it's the best thing I've ever done. Everyone around me is over the moon. I'm going to start training like boxing during it and see what happens. Once again some great comments from the proper blokes with proper personalities who happen to be from the North East of England.

I got dragged in to hospital at half time, but we were the better team first half and we need to improve our set pieces. 8 corners in the first half and not one dangerous one. Also I think we should be slightly more direct and Pardew should pipe down. I have jacked going to SJP. 23 years I had a season ticket, I won't ever go back. I'm not a clueless part time fan with no knowledge, I'm as passionate and knowledgeable as a large portion, but I'm sick of Ashley, Pardew, and the likes of Steve Stone. The club is stagnant, and they get support beyond belief. 51000 and 49800 knowing tens of thousands of people like me have snapped with that fat bastard and grey headed fucking thick cunt. Truly I'm finished till they're both gone.

Thanks for all the kind words apart from J69's usual pish. Had a bit of a day to again like to be honest. Went to the Westoe today, which is the classic Newcastle pub down here, one of the few, had one pint and passed out at half time in a heap. The ambulance took me in to South Tyneside hospital, and they don't know why I collapsed. I've made a decision, because I start my radiotherapy in 2 weeks, I'm not drinking for the whole period of my treatment which could be 6 months. It's truly bizarre what happens to me when I've had a drink, given my op, it's time to pipe down, and settle down till I'm as healthy and Sexy as I was last year.

Right this is the last post I'll make about my condition. I got the results this morning in the hospital with my girlfriend and me mother. Prior to it I was told they'd be honest and give me an indication of how long I have left. I went there today knowing they'd tell me the truth if I've only got a few year left to survive. With brain tumours there are 4 grades. If you've got grade 4 you're going to die very soon and you basically have no chance. Grade 3 you might die, but you have a chance but 3 and 4 is rated as malignant. Grade 2 its benign and you have an outstanding chance of recovery. Today has been confusing for me because they're rating most of mine as a 2 and some of it as a 3. They're not prepared to rank it as malignant or benign. I went there today, with the thought that I could be dead soon not far from my mind. I've left today, and the head Dr. insisting my future hasn't been set yet, and I could live till my 70's. I have a chance, and to be completely honest I am absolutely delighted. I have six months of therapy coming up - its radiotherapy. They think I have a chance, and they believe I should have at least a decade. This makes me absolutely delighted. Death isn't next week for me, I have a chance. I won't be myself for half a year, but I have a chance and I thank god for that. Anyway I'll stop whinging about it now, and start slagging Ashley off like I used to.

Same with you J69, i'll or otherwise a knob of varying degrees generally speaking. I'd hardly say that's racist, and I repeat, Umar is a tool paid for by the club. I'm not getting any better to be honest, I thought I'd cruise through but it's not the case. 11 hours sleep a day, and I really need to be alcohol free for a long time in my view. I can't sleep on my left with my heed, and I can't be arsed with sex right now, could be months before am back to normal. Vital I keep clear of beers though.

Went to wor lasses mam for me dinner the day and collapsed at 1230, had a huge seizure, was completely fucked. Out for 10 minutes moving like fuck. Ended up in South Shields hospital for 3 hours, and they can't find owt wrong with me. We went to the Cleadon Inn had 4 pints and I feel fine, now, fuckin everyone in that club was a Sunderland fan. Ugly cunts. I'm getting there.

Tiote has played well in about one quarter of his games for Newcastle. Obviously I've jacked it, but I still want us to do well. I think over £10m is a good deal for that player, 28 year old, I'm not against selling him.

Nee drink for me for two more weeks. Nee beer = nee good! Desperate for some Oranjeboom, feel as desperate for it as pregnant women often feel for gherkins dipped in chocolate sauce.

Ken no disrespect but your country is thought of as being a warm skin cancer full of thick boring cunts with nothing to say who are ridiculously arrogant with a significant amount of unshaven fat drunkards. In your life time do you think you could change this forums view up that this scenario isn't what people believe you are on here. Scousers in the sun imo. My first experience of Australia was watching Prison CBH as a kid, I think Lizzy Birdsworth's looks, IQ, and ultimate life experience sums your pathetic nation up. I guarantee you've had unsatisfactory sex with a Maori Winter type too. Fair dincome.

Canny Ework. My world now revolves around Friday. Many thought I'd die during the huge op, the vast majority thought I'd be mentally fucked for life, many thought my memory would be gone forever, and the absolute majority thought I'd be in hospital a bare bones minimum of 2 and a half weeks. The huge op gets me out five days later. The main memory the place has of me is shouting swearing abuse with headphones in at the telly while watching Newcastle v Man City. I think I was 30% brain capable in the weeks and months leading up to the op, I reckon I'm 80% now. I'm alive. Many thought I may not be. Friday is my day now though, I find out if it was malignant. If it was its a bad result, means I may only have 2 or 3 years. If it's not I could live till my 80's. Either way I'm not going to die soon and that's cheered me right up. Keep your fingers crossed for me, we'll know more on Friday. My sister has just bought me a £42 cap so I can walk the streets. "NY" I look like some random prick observed with yank sport, but here cheers for all the nice words on here. I'm only mentioning this once more here, on friday, when I get good or bad news. My life has started again, my lass has jacked her Uni course to support me this year, I don't have a season ticket dragging me down, and I'm looking forward to life a lot more than I have recently. Howay Friday, be good.

Nar fuck that. 6 month cabbage is more than believable with this so, I'm at 5 month and 30 days LEFT with this ;-). My memory is coming back. Pub names, the fact I haven't had an orgasm for 16 days, the fact I can't take another strike to the face ever, the fact Ken thought I was making it up and strikes me as a drunken workless failure with little to say and poor Australian teeth with regular red backs on his toilet. It's all coming back to me.

They're astonished by my progress. They expected me in here for at least two weeks, but I have a meeting at 10am indicating they might let me oot......TODAY! it's like I've got two heeds but I don't care.

No I know fine well Williamson will play up front tomorrow giving him hope of Woy giving him the number 9 shirt.