After Thursdays failure to pass thru to the UEFA semi finals, the only chance of silverwear this year is to beat Man United, then Arsenal (in the final) - on a day that started off so beautiful, turned into a complete misery. After suggesting Sunday lunch in a pub for a change, reading the sunday papers and a spot of Cup Glory, we rested our tired heads (me and Rich went out for a couple of beers lastnight) in the Old Butchers (formally the Hogs Head).
After battling my way through the "Authentic French Market" in town, I managed to get to WH Smiths to get the sunday rags. On the way out, door mats with "Bonjour" all over the gaff and 10p mixup sweets galore - hardly French.
Rich looked like he'd done 10 rounds with Tyson while he was eating a Kebab, so decided to skip Lunch incase "He threw up all over my food" - Niice.
Prince John O of the Pig n' Fiddle (Man U fan) decided he would join us for a laugh - which was nice of him. So after Newcastle going 2-0 down at half time, humour dropped to an all time low with grins coming from John O. After feeling a little rough myself, I decided to stay on diet coke and some orange and passion fruit juice - Jeez why ?!? Full time was approaching and for the first time in a while, started to pressure Man U and looked like we could get at least a drawer to take it into extra time. However everytime we countered, Man U done the same - just they scored - Final Score - 4-1 - Once again public humiliation and a year without a trophy.
Conclusion :- Sack Souness before he destroys the team anymore, he couldnt manage a Newsagents, nevermind Newcastle United.