Howmanheyman

Well at least the penny maybe dropping with some of them. From the 'Club has became an absolute embarrassment' thread..... Wood spotted despite trees. Repeat, wood spotted despite trees.

".....ooh what a typical, typical BBC vox pop.....aaand in a 'northern' town."

I went to a fairs cup thing a few years ago after a mate had a spare, was good crack actually, there was Frank (knew everyone's father) Clark, David Craig, (just turned 80) and John Gibson who was on form with his never ending glasses of wine, there was also a brief guest appearance from an even earlier player and character, Ron (Cassius) McGarry who was getting on a bit but still a bit of a joker. McGarry used to have a bookies round the corner from us in the 80's and would be standing outside asking passers by who'd obviously been to the match if it was a good game? He once asked my dad what the match was like after seeing me with a NUFC cap on or something walk past his shop so my dad gave him his opinion on the game. After we walked past my dad said he used to be Newcastle's striker but I just thought he was an old gadgie so wasn't sure whether to believe him!

They were a good side by all accounts, not quite the crack players Hungary produced a decade earlier but still good enough to beat some top outfits including Don Revie's Leeds United side. (He didn't give us a chance). I was still four years away from gracing the planet with my existence when we won our last trophy, 🎵....and here's to Bobby Moncur, the fairs cup in his hand....🎶

"Fuuuucking hell. The daft cunt's anny went straight in with the atmosphere question. FFS, you start with the entertainers questions first, man. Fucking kid's an amateur. Wouldn't last two seconds in the Thompson House bear pit!"

Hitler was Austrian, Napoleon was born in Corsica. Trying too hard to fit in methinks?

Just being a backbencher in a vastly reduced Tory party in opposition will be good enough for now. Like so many of the current lot, it was almost laughable seeing her in cabinet and talking shite to interviewers until it wasn't.

The air of self importance around the likes of Braverman will be delicious when it's taken away. The likes of jenrick are just on the take to see how they and theirs can profit. I can't wait to see the back of them.

Why is he talking about Europe and European clubs? Why is he talking about us trying to claim something when they're the masters of claiming everything that isn't inside the old city walls of Newcastle? If their catchment area claims were real they'd be getting crowds of 85,000 on a regular basis the fucking raging, lunatic. (Also love to see them playing against whatever backward European clubs he could only dream of competing against).

Whenever I've seen a home Sunderland top there's as much chance of it being red and off/dirty white than just red and normal white tbh.

I want to know what they've got against gravy?

"You stay here with me, Kitti, fuck those mags and their light show, I'll look after you, marra."

You have to learn how to say 'no', David. It's easier to say 'no' to a bairn than to say 'son, if you think I'm talking to any more of these NW rugby union cunts you've another thing coming.' This new alter ego can be called 'Fuck that' Dave.

There's something fundamentally fucked up with a fair proportion of the homo sapien population. Plus bad players of course with financial power and influence.

I saw a bit of the light show on YouTube and thought it was a bit shit really, even a bit cringey in parts. That should be the mackem win right there, nothing else required. But no, they take it to a higher, (lower) plain.

Just put top ten motd on about their predicted top ten players of the euros coming up. They put ten players in no particular order as they'll obviously put them in an order. It got as far as Virgil Van Dijk and I turned it off.

This board is the anti-RTG when it comes to valuing our players.

I don't dream about incest, funny enough. (I'm guessing he must've had a wife and lived somewhere else?)

I used to dream of living in some remote cottage with the Corrs sisters, they'd occasionally have little jamming sessions but it would be gentle in a candlelit living room before I'd retire to bed with whichever one took my fancy that night. I'd get up to a beautiful day, the sun shining as I looked out of the bedroom window to see green fields and walk down to the smell of a lovely cooked breakfast the sisters had made me. Now I can't even be arsed to dream that.

I think pep plays him in a free roaming charva role.

Close but no cigar.