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shit loads of tickets still available for the palace game, mostly in level 7 of the leazes for anybody fancying going.

eales being a bellend? nah, not having that. 3 years left on a contract is worthless if a player is unhappy and wants out. isak is on 30% of what raheem sterling and rashford are raking in, neither are fit to lace his boots. we need his goals to shoot us to a top 4 finish and then treble his wages, he'll have earned it.

fucking unbelievable. you've only had the fucking membership 5 minutes and it was half price. wait till ugly mackems finds out.

crystal palace..... FAILURE

does 'lot' mean bunch of cunts?

fuck off with your man utd shite.

aye, but then equally i can't imagine howe wanting any distraction before the game itself. talking to me brother yesterday about it and his theory was that they might display st the ground after the last home game of the season instead.

have the club said anything with regard to showing the cup at the brentford game? I'd like to think they would at full time, or at least I hope so!

there is one very clear and obvious place to view proceedings worthy of consideration. here....

I'm struggling with how the other parent and yourself ever came to this conclusion to be honest.

talking ro me old man last night about the bus parade to greet the players after the losing '74 cup final. I remember the 11 yr old me on the pitch with me brother who was 8, a mate called bill conroy, (now sadly departed, his uncle owned a furniture shop, seem to recall they had an advertising hoarding at the back of the gallowgate and were often matchday/ball sponsors) and me dad. the players came out on the west stand. me old man reckons it was reported that there was 250,000 lined the streets or in the ground. I would say 100,000 would be a poor turn out to be honest!

he's that not bothered about us there's a reasonable chance his heart'll explode one day when he's hammering on his keyboard.

sofatester handing out some valuable advice to his fellow mackems about how they shouldn't pay any attention to us vile bastards anymore. the secret is just not to be bothered by anything that ever happens to us apparently. this despite him spending huge swathes of his tragic life contributing multiple times on every thread about nufc. the stupid fucking cunt.

on several occasions some of our support sang 'brucey brucey give us a wave' fucking astonishing.

for fuck's sake, the other half of the sweeney's turned up.

aegithalos caudatus

fucking thighs like supermac.

aye ok big man. you won't be saying that when he's lying in wait for you outside hancocks museum.

mind you, I'll concede they.might need a few of your mates about, if a fucker like you.gets a ticket for the town moor who isn't even a low life member and a superfan like uglymackems misses out there'll be absolute fucking ructions on.

they had a 1.5 million people rock up in london to protest the Iraq war, 3 million apparently in rome. this happened without any fucker worrying about how many portaloos were available or whether or not it would be advisable to stock up on elastoplasts. honestly man, you've spent far too much time amongst fucking coppers you.

it was fucking crass stupidity is what it was.

we certainly don't want any of the cunts there.

I'm not a facebooker so this has been nicked from the other messageboard courtesy of paully. its by keith barrett and is absolutely fucking spot on. I would also add these few lines of my own thoughts..... whichever fucking thundercunt thought it was a good idea to 'prioritise' registering an interest in going to the town moor from season ticket holders down to the lowly general public. we're all newcastle supporters you fucking moron, there is no prioritising, fuck off out of OUR club you CUNT. here.... Looks like they have rained on the parade, turning a celebratory day into another ‘experience’ The ballot road to enjoyment Telling folk how to celebrate the love of their team An enjoyment advisory service organised by people who wear suits and false smiles and have never been to Exeter or Shrewsbury Strangling self expression and spontaneity of Geordie folk who have have promoted enjoyment in the face of adversity for a football life time, just look in any Newcastle Upon Tyne pub on a match day, despite the result on the pitch, Geordie’s are the masters of enjoyment, we probably bloody invented it, but now, we need to be instructed on how to behave celebrating our teams cup triumph I dunno about you, but I don’t need to be listening to a DJ to enthuse me, telling me ‘to make some noise’ I don’t need modern day ‘tunes’ to fire up my vocal chords, I just need my fellow Geordies to be as one, a few choruses of The Blaydon Races, sang at a proper speed, I need smiles and appreciation of the teams achievement Just a natural reaction Just be normal I don’t want to see Darren Eales cheesy grin pretending he’s been waiting a life time for this day, telling us this is only the beginning Promising global domination and support from all over the world It’s now, that’s what it is, and if we never win another trophy again let us enjoy this one, this time, our time, now Let the Geordie people line the streets with bed sheets and flags and songs, local songs that lift the Geordie heart in celebration of our team, the kids, the not so wealthy, the Grannies and Grandads that can no longer get into the match let alone get their hands on a Wembley ticket, just let the people say thanks to the team that have given us at long last something that we all just dreamed of The only stage needed is an open top bus rolling slowly through the streets up to St James’s Park amidst a sea of black and white Don’t give tradition another kick in the bollocks and turn a celebration into a circus or an American style contrived extravaganza We are not anybody else We are us A people with our own identity We don’t need to be told how to celebrate, we have just realised a lifetimes dream Leave us alone, we have been alone most of our football lives And through that trophy less loneliness we have built a togetherness comparable to nothing else like it Let us get on with our celebration in our own imitable way Just keep it simple, keep it real, and most of all keep it Geordie Let the wheels on the bus go around and around

I switched it off after a couple of minutes, I actually thought I was struggling to understand the one of them was because he was fucking paralytic.

I knew charva from before the internet was invented, was in the fulwell end mid 80s. gav the mackem, met him a few times as well.... big in to the weed. incidentally.... can you remember a mackem called the fat drummer? was a canny lad going back 20 odd years ago. there's a one of the same name posting on rtg these days although I've only relatively recently seen him on there. I do hope they're not one and the same person because this new incarnation is as bitter and twisted as the very worst over there.