Not so very long ago, in a county far far away. The mighty empire
of Newcastle, and their army of black and white soldiers descended
to crush the tyranny of a small town, baying for blood after the
loss so many years ago! It started off well, a friendly occasion
with a good natured rapport between the two stes of followers. They
sang, we sang. And across the great field, the Geordies wearing
their blue strips so Supreme Dictator Ashley could make money from
advertisement fought us grand, they battered their opposition, but
to no avail.A brief break in hostilities and we started again... It
started off so well, but then DISASTER struck, a poor shot and a
flukey deflection saw Williamson drop his head in shame... 10 to
evil... The Geordie Front picked themselves up but try as they
might, they could not break the line of darkness. Then it came, the
moment of blackness, a second goal... The Toon had surely fallen.
All was lost, a situation made worse by a unfair and totally
undeserved sending off for a onefooted, across the ground from the
frontside tackle that got the ball. But anyway. All was lost.But
then! Hope! A driver from the leader Barton slams into the enemies
fortress, one more shot. And all is complete, the battle is not
lost. The Geordies believe again!Hope, happiness and desire! We
were close... But all came to an end when the 3rd cannon landed...
All was over. All was done. Life was over... Then i woke up and
realised it is all a dream and none of this really happened and its
still Friday. HI ZANA THE SPURS FAN, HI SWANSEA FAN WHO SEEMS TO
THINK HE IS THE ARROGANCE POLICE!
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