‘I can’t believe you haven’t punched him yet cos I would have.’
It’s good to be back (good to be back). Can one quote Gary Glitter in these climes? Good job I don’t work with children. Oh.
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It’s good to be back (good to be back). Can one quote Gary Glitter in these climes? Good job I don’t work with children. Oh.
I’ve missed going to see the Reds. The journey (today with special guest Katrin from Germany, soon to be Bob’s boss), as well as Andy and the Captain. The sight of a rambling Kempy outside the 1st pub we came to. The 2 or 3 other pubs we ignored so Andy could take us to the one with 6 customers, despite a big match being on telly. But it WAS the one which had the best ale, and after a couple of Leffes on the train, I had Erdinger on tap. And the all-day hangover I had on Sunday after Andy made me drink my fill of vodka on the train before taking Katrin and I to a gig up Islington way and Brooklyn on tap.
Inbetween the bouts of drinking, a match broke out in the EFL (WTF?) And for 45 minutes there was only one team in it as we destroyed Preston. They were barely able to get out of their own area. What we didn’t do was drive home our dominance with goals, though at least we did go in one up at the break, Winnall doing what he does best, toe poking a goal from 2 yards out from Marley Watkins’ cross shot.
Actually, there was only one team in it in the second half too, but this time it was PNE (or ‘Nob Enders’ as Burnley fans call them). I’m not sure what happened, but we certainly sat back and despite Preston not really creating too much, it was no surprise when they scored – but what a goal. McGeady (on loan at the Fowls last season) cut inside and hit a screamer from 25 yards. TV pics do the goal a disservice, as it was always swerving away from Davies in goal; indeed, he did well to get a hand to it.
It was all hands on deck now as Preston went in for the kill. Winnall was sacrificed and on came Morsy for his debut. Looked like Hecky was trying to protect what we had. Armstrong had already come on for Kent (just as Kent was starting to shine) causing Phil to have a moan, but then came a sublime piece of skill from my new favourite Newcastle player (a short list indeed). Hourihane chips a ball 40+ yards to the right wing for Armstrong to chase. Armstrong runs around the defender, backheels the ball, runs around him again and then curls it into the far corner with his left, right in front of us. Two and a half thousand Reds fans go berserk. I’ve missed all this. We saw out the game with no danger, and probably looked the more likely on the break. Love it, just love it.
*** Scowen. He’s here, he’s there…all over the place. But in a good way. The perect foil for Houri-Houri-Hourihane.** McDonald. For all Preston’s pressure, the centre halves stood tall. McDonald looked solid. Alfie who?* Roberts. What a great pair at the back.
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| The Big Match |
Inbetween the bouts of drinking, a match broke out in the EFL (WTF?) And for 45 minutes there was only one team in it as we destroyed Preston. They were barely able to get out of their own area. What we didn’t do was drive home our dominance with goals, though at least we did go in one up at the break, Winnall doing what he does best, toe poking a goal from 2 yards out from Marley Watkins’ cross shot.
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| Goal for #9, Super Sammy Winnall! |
Actually, there was only one team in it in the second half too, but this time it was PNE (or ‘Nob Enders’ as Burnley fans call them). I’m not sure what happened, but we certainly sat back and despite Preston not really creating too much, it was no surprise when they scored – but what a goal. McGeady (on loan at the Fowls last season) cut inside and hit a screamer from 25 yards. TV pics do the goal a disservice, as it was always swerving away from Davies in goal; indeed, he did well to get a hand to it.
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| Super Sunny Deepdale |
It was all hands on deck now as Preston went in for the kill. Winnall was sacrificed and on came Morsy for his debut. Looked like Hecky was trying to protect what we had. Armstrong had already come on for Kent (just as Kent was starting to shine) causing Phil to have a moan, but then came a sublime piece of skill from my new favourite Newcastle player (a short list indeed). Hourihane chips a ball 40+ yards to the right wing for Armstrong to chase. Armstrong runs around the defender, backheels the ball, runs around him again and then curls it into the far corner with his left, right in front of us. Two and a half thousand Reds fans go berserk. I’ve missed all this. We saw out the game with no danger, and probably looked the more likely on the break. Love it, just love it.
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| Fans salute their heroes |
*** Scowen. He’s here, he’s there…all over the place. But in a good way. The perect foil for Houri-Houri-Hourihane.** McDonald. For all Preston’s pressure, the centre halves stood tall. McDonald looked solid. Alfie who?* Roberts. What a great pair at the back.
I thought Yiadom looked excellent at right back, save for one time in the second half when they got free. Looks a better prospect than Bree, for all I want the latter to be our 3rd right back in a row to join Everton. Hourihane again put in a shift and his passing was excellent. Davies didn’t have much to do, Hammill didn’t do much, while I thought Winnall hadn’t kicked the ball till he scored, but TV showed he had a shot earlier, tipped over. Kent looked promising, though as I say, just as he was getting into the game, he got dragged off, while Armstrong…I wish he was ours.
You Reds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| The home end at the end. (The sun ruined most of my pics) |
Drink du jour: Vodka and orange. We also saw Alistair Campbell on the platform at Preston (presumably on the way back from Burnley) while we ‘enjoyed’ an edgy few minutes on the train with a Sunderland-supporting ‘loyalist’ with a difficult-to-ignore facial tic who was coming back from Celtic-Rangers. As I say, I’ve missed these trips. Just time to drink myself to oblivion and fall asleep on the night bus home. Yes, night bus. Which meant ending up in Crystal f***ing Palace rather than my usual end of route stop. Fell asleep on couch. Still, Redfearn was happy. He got his breakfast before I went to bed.
Away: 2,100. Another impressive turnout, but we need to make more noise BEFORE we score. Tho' it would help if the home support made some noise, aside from a dozen lads around a drum in the far corner. No wonder everyone else avoided them.
The Damage:
30 train 24 ent 3 prog
The Tunes:
Milk and Kisses (Cocteau Twins)
Mixmag Aug 15 (Black Coffee)
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| The Stadium. |
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| Behind the away end |
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| The view from behind t'nets |
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| Poster advertising the day's play |
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| Surely there's more than 2,100? |
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| 'PNE, PNE, PNE' |
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| Too sunny? Some people are never happy. |
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| Some folk are always 'on point' even of a Satdy teatime. |
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| Bite the Buffalo. S*** name, great band. |
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