Newcastle United
When asked which team I hate the most, and hate is probably the right word, Newcastle United is the answer. No ifs, no buts, no thinking about it. Not Derby (pity more than anything else), nor Leicester (good to see the little East Midlands teams get a shot in the big leagues), nor the Man Uniteds or Liverpools of this world with their prawn sandwich eating plastic band wagon jumping supporters.
No, for me it’s Newcastle United all the way.
When they nearly won the league a few years back and they were everybody’s favourite second team, it seemed like there was only me happy that they’d blown it, laughing at Kevin Keegan as he defended Stuart Pearce, like he ever needed defending. Fergie done him up like a kipper, guv’nor.
But why ?
Well, go back to March ’74, FA Cup qtr final, Forest drawn away at Newcastle. Forest were a decent second division side at the time against but were against one of the best teams in the top flight away from home, surely only one result ? Well, with 15 minutes to go and Forest 3-1 to the good the form book was well and truly out the window.
Cue the moment my hatred was spawned.
Newcastle fans intent on ‘supporting’ their team the only way Neanderthals know how invaded the pitch, kicking and punching anything in a red shirt as they went. The referee took the teams off until the pitch was clear before restarting the game. A clearly shaken Forest went on to lose the game 4:3, knocked out by thuggery.
The FA, in a rare moment of clarity, decided that the result shouldn’t stand, the game void. So, do we get through by default, Newcastle ejected from the competition ? No. Do we get a replay at the City Ground ? No. We get a game at a neutral venue, Goodison Park. Ah well.
A 0:0 draw, a chance to pull the mighty Newcastle to the City Ground and play them on our turf ? No, the FA, in an all to familiar moment of toadying up to the big clubs, decide that the ‘replay’ should also take place at Goodison Park. Why, what did we have to do to get a replay at home ?
A 1:0 defeat and as far as the FA is concerned all was well. Newcastle got to the final, our season petered out eventually finishing a mere four points off promotion when a top three place looked likely.
So, why bring this up now ?
Newcastle go to Aston Villa on the last day of the current Premiership season not only needing the win, but also requiring other results to go their way. Relegation to the Championship is a distinct possibility.
But Aston Villa have already secured a Europa League place for next season, whether they want it or not, so their players will be, mentally at least, feet up thinking about the beach. Surely they wouldn’t be as bothered about the result as a frantically struggling Newcastle ?
Well, if you go back to the 6th March 1974 and look at the Forest team sheet, you’d notice a young Scottish midfielder by the name of J.Robertson and an even younger Irish midfielder with the name M.O’Neill.
It might take a long time for justice to come through, but revenge is a dish best served cold, and when Newcastle go down, WHEN Newcastle go down, I’ll piss myself ‘til Christmas.
No, for me it’s Newcastle United all the way.
When they nearly won the league a few years back and they were everybody’s favourite second team, it seemed like there was only me happy that they’d blown it, laughing at Kevin Keegan as he defended Stuart Pearce, like he ever needed defending. Fergie done him up like a kipper, guv’nor.
But why ?
Well, go back to March ’74, FA Cup qtr final, Forest drawn away at Newcastle. Forest were a decent second division side at the time against but were against one of the best teams in the top flight away from home, surely only one result ? Well, with 15 minutes to go and Forest 3-1 to the good the form book was well and truly out the window.
Cue the moment my hatred was spawned.
Newcastle fans intent on ‘supporting’ their team the only way Neanderthals know how invaded the pitch, kicking and punching anything in a red shirt as they went. The referee took the teams off until the pitch was clear before restarting the game. A clearly shaken Forest went on to lose the game 4:3, knocked out by thuggery.
The FA, in a rare moment of clarity, decided that the result shouldn’t stand, the game void. So, do we get through by default, Newcastle ejected from the competition ? No. Do we get a replay at the City Ground ? No. We get a game at a neutral venue, Goodison Park. Ah well.
A 0:0 draw, a chance to pull the mighty Newcastle to the City Ground and play them on our turf ? No, the FA, in an all to familiar moment of toadying up to the big clubs, decide that the ‘replay’ should also take place at Goodison Park. Why, what did we have to do to get a replay at home ?
A 1:0 defeat and as far as the FA is concerned all was well. Newcastle got to the final, our season petered out eventually finishing a mere four points off promotion when a top three place looked likely.
So, why bring this up now ?
Newcastle go to Aston Villa on the last day of the current Premiership season not only needing the win, but also requiring other results to go their way. Relegation to the Championship is a distinct possibility.
But Aston Villa have already secured a Europa League place for next season, whether they want it or not, so their players will be, mentally at least, feet up thinking about the beach. Surely they wouldn’t be as bothered about the result as a frantically struggling Newcastle ?
Well, if you go back to the 6th March 1974 and look at the Forest team sheet, you’d notice a young Scottish midfielder by the name of J.Robertson and an even younger Irish midfielder with the name M.O’Neill.
It might take a long time for justice to come through, but revenge is a dish best served cold, and when Newcastle go down, WHEN Newcastle go down, I’ll piss myself ‘til Christmas.
Labels: Aston Villa, John Robertson, Martin O'Neill, Newcastle United, Nottingham Forest
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