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just catching up here and only just seen johnson's video from his poorly place in downing street. I'm a bit bemused as to what constitutes a persistent cough? as boris apparently has one he doesn't cough once in his blog. is that normal for a persistent cough?

ahh mikey's saying he's sorry, bless him. we all know how sincere those apologies are. hope the lying fat cunt falls in to a skip full of dirty syringe needles.

pep guardiola donating a million of his own money to help spain's fight against the virus... https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/52028743 meanwhile ashley doubles the price of online skipping ropes after being forced to make a u turn on keeping his tat shops open.

has put up the online price of skipping ropes, resistance belts etc by 50% in the last hour or so apparently. hope the cunt falls in to a skip full of razor wire.

hope the fat cunts heart explodes.

in fairness he doesn't really need trump's money since ashley gave him a £40m contribution for nowt.

for the love of god don't post any links to conchita wurst.

just been forced to brave the local tesco superstore, last three normal time, afterwork visits have seen the shelves empty of toilet rolls and it's getting perilously close to having to look for the biggest leaves in the garden. got there 15 minutes before it was supposed to open expecting it to be busier than normal, but not fucking pandemonium. gridlocked round all tills with folk with trolleys piled twice as high as they're designed for. managed to get a 9 pack of bog roll just before the aisle emptied, briefly toyed with idea of picking up two but decided not to be a cunt. pasta shelves bare as were bizarrely the ones which normally house ambrosia devon custard apart from two tins of the chocolate flavour. queued for 40 minutes to pay for 9 bog rolls, a jar of alta rica coffee and 2 pints of milk. fucking country is about to go in to meltdown.

i remember the papers claiming swine flu would be killing folk in the uk at the rate of 60,000 a day. think it might've been the sun mind.

aye, bang & olufsen supply our tannoy system. I read it in the chronicle!

what pisses me off every bit as much about bruce/the local press and their apparent disregard for the truth is also their uncanny knack to make things disappear altogether. 7 months of bruce now and we haven't heard a solitary word on the fact our academy/training facilities are fucking light years behind that of our penniless third division neigjbours. not puppets though. definitely not.

it's a fucking nightmare I'll grant you that. I mean, do you give credibility to a reporter from a newspaper you normally wouldn't even entertain as a catalyst to light the garden bonfire? or do you believe a morally bankrupt, complicit fat liar with a history of stitching up his employers to feather his own nest, including those who've supported him through the death of his parents. a man who's continuously told us he's not a puppet to an absolute cunt on an uunprecedented scale and that that cunt is in actual fact a nice bloke? it's like being stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place.

currently holed up in the van next to talybont reservoir in the brecon beacons. it's fucking bleak outside, had to drag the dogs outside for a piss! woodburner's on, pleasantly stoned, half way through a bottle of merlot and cosy as fuck listening to this. give it a go.....

for who? not for this shit show.

to quote (sort of) snowball and napoleon... all reporters are cunts, but some reporters are more cuntish than others. occasionally they get it right as opposed to staggeringly wrong.

not sure if there's already a thread for this? a lot of what gets said seems to get buried in who it applies to, so just in case it deserves a slot of its own... according to the mag, craig hope has upset the fat lad, take your pick on whether that's ashley or bruce or some hideous, grotesque amalgamation of the pair of thems cholesterol. https://www.themag.co.uk/2020/03/mike-ashley-bans-reporter-due-to-negative-newcastle-united-coverage/

if I was the longstaffs old man I would be telling my two lads to get as far away from this shithole of a club as it's possible to get. can't even begin to describe how incredibly sad that makes me feel.

canny article from fourfourtwo. the main problem I have with pieces like this is that they're not the norm, not being written by the local press and more poignantly not even being understood by 50,000 profoundly stupid fuckwits..... This FA Cup run merely masks Newcastle's sorry stasis under Mike Ashley Newcastle United are through to the FA Cup quarter final after their win over West Bromwich Albion on Tuesday night. Given what the club’s attitude has been towards domestic cups over recent years, that must be a real novelty. For as long as Mike Ashley has owned Newcastle, a succession of managers have seemingly tried to exit domestic tournaments as quickly as possible. The logic being that the first team squad is so narrow and the club’s focus is so trained on retaining the Premier League broadcasting revenue, that aiming for anything else has been turned into a frivolous pursuit. The cut and thrust (the fun) of cup competitions are a nuisance. An obstacle, even, on the road to gilded stasis. Newcastle are hardly alone in having that attitude, but it's a mentality which is hard to tolerate in football. It’s contradictory. The whole point of sport is competition, so watching it reduced to a form of risk analysis is enough to push any supporter towards existential crisis Newcastle fans can speak for themselves; it’s not anyone else’s place to describe their relationship with their team. But it's discouraging to witness the wilful ignorance towards their dilemma - this faux-incredulity at their complaints about Steve Bruce. As if, after years of watching ambition being retracted – and it has been for nearly a decade and a half now – an appearance in a cup quarter-final is supposed to be some sort of recompense. Perhaps that’s overstating things, but there does seem to be a growing habit of belittling these supporters. How often, for instance, have they been criticised this season for responding negatively to Bruce? Either to his initial appointment or the performances he has authored since His football has often been dull, antiquated and unsuccessful, and pretending otherwise would just be disingenuous. Yes, Newcastle are unlikely to be relegated this season and, in a few weeks, they will probably have the privilege of being knocked out of the FA Cup by Manchester City, but it’s a strange world indeed when such meagre accomplishments represent ultimate validation. “What do you think of Steve Bruce's Newcastle now then!” Well, the same. That they're a football team without a proper identity. That they exist in games without ever defining them. And that in spite of the odd encouraging result, they've made no ideological progress over the last six months. The most pertinent conclusion remains a damning one: Newcastle are the only club in the Premier League that would ever have given Bruce another job at this level of the game. Not entirely coincidentally, they're also the only club in the Premier League that - quite literally - cannot give season tickets away. That’s not necessarily an indictment of his abilities, more just a recognition that he isn’t a coach capable of taking a club on a journey worth buying into. He is an eighteen-month appointment. A do-the-best-you-can man. He is someone who can pick up the baton, carry it for a few hundred yards, but who will invariably trip over his own feet a short way down the track. Eventually the results will turn and his situation will become irretrievable and when that happens - when he clears out his desk and boxes up his lever-arch files - it'll be as if he was never there at all. . He’s not going to change Newcastle’s realities as a club. He isn’t going to transform any of their players or encourage any sort of evolution. So, what’s the point? That’s not meant to be dismissive. It’s just that the trend in modern management is for precisely the type of head coach that Steve Bruce has never been. It’s a world of thinkers and doers, pragmatists and philosophers. The fans understand that; this is what instructed their original despondency. They knew that the occasional one-goal win over a top-six side would really just be a nice day out and that, a week or two later, their team would be back to where it was before, with all the same weaknesses and fragilities. They knew that they wouldn't go anywhere under Bruce and, to date, they're being proven absolutely right. A statistic which illustrates that: since beating Chelsea on the 21st January, Newcastle have not won a Premier League game. Since the 2-2 draw with Everton three days later, they haven’t even scored a Premier League goal. The sequence itself isn’t the problem. The issue is the lack of growth. While one bad performances bleeds into another, the good performances - like the wins over Manchester United, Tottenham and that last-minute victory over Chelsea - never seem to instruct anything at all. They don't take anything from those games. Newcastle never get any stronger or better as a result and it's been that way - with the Rafael Benitez interlude excepted - for as long as anyone can remember. It’s the same players playing in the same way every single week. The only real variable is the performance of the opposition. Worst of all, there seems to be an acceptance from on high that that is the sort of football club Newcastle are happy to be. That they're content to be a victim. And happy for their supporters to be told that anything other than failure every year is cause for celebration. A quarter-final is a nice moment and Wembley is finally in reach again. That's excellent; the fans deserve that. Here's hoping that they can somehow upend Manchester City. But it's very telling that 14th place and a win over a Championship team is what has become a "told you so" moment at Newcastle.

aye them too! as for waddle above.... if he had a tash it'd be baz from sid the sexist.

man city's away strip is possibly the minciest outfit I think I've ever seen. they also look like somebody's dropped a bag of drumstick squashies.

aye. loathe to give any credit to a daily mail reporter but I reckon other than a recentish article by brian reade, hope seems more on the ball about the shit show that is nufc managed by bruce than anyone else. or is at least prepared to actually write it.

some lunatic should've decapitated the cunt.

missed opportunity for hope there. when bruce asked him if was calling him a liar he should've just said yes. bruce signs for newcastle on the 17th july, joelinton on the 23rd july, ashley's turns up at the training ground in his helicopter on the 24th july. since that week he's never stopped lying, the fat complicit cunt.

it's hard to work out in this thread amongst all the debate about who's taking paddock lad's lass out on a date, whether michael kiwanuka is a good musician or not?