NUFC win away! United show class and grit as the Villains are downed

Joy of Joy’s! Oh what fun it is to see Newcastle win away – Oh! Thank you very much for three points Villa, thank you very much, thank you very, very, very much. Are you watching Big Fat Ron? You’re not laughing anymore! So many great songs over the years savoured in victory over the claret and blues of Aston, so little time. Aston Villa, sounds like a classy apartment on the Mediterranean – in reality it is a God forsaken hell hole, a filthy skid mark of place, bleak and full of urban decay. So much so if there was a dental practitioner to repair said decay, there in its place would be a full new set of veneers. No doubt about it, you wipe your feet on the way out of Aston.

On a night of tension and drama in the battle for survival Newcastle United actually did not fluff their lines – for once, just. A first victory on the road was long overdue, but never the less we are grateful. After all beggars cannot be choosers. No doubt the biggest winners of the night will be all underpants retailers in the Newcastle region, as the squeaky bum-ness of the whole occasion may have gotten the better of several nervous watchers. I nearly blew a hole in my Y-Fronts with joy as Cabayes worldy flew in the old onion bag. That’s front and back! But in the circumstances I would happily soil myself on a twice weekly basis in the name of Newcastle climbing the league. Be honest now, who would not make that sacrifice? Ok, maybe not for everyone, but who cares I am overjoyed at the 3 points.

All the sweeter that it was against fellow strugglers, led by a man who to the English ear is almost unfathomable. His sour face and Glaswegian drawl will no doubt get him far in the game, just needs to top up on the ruddy-purple nose if he wants guaranteed success and potential Knighthood! The fact he prowls the touchline in his country’s national costume of shell suit and trainers makes me smile, leaping up and down like a drunk with rubber arms and legs attempting to climb a moving ladder. If you listen carefully he is not barking instructions, merely shouting “MAGGIE!” repeatedly.

For some of our new die hards to start or at least play some part in this game after only being at the club one week, speaks volumes for the character and fitness of the players newly arrived. First half was a breeze, second not so, the Villains waking from a slumber – surely after a severe scudding from Lambert. And did you ever doubt that we would concede just to raise our blood pressure and pulse to dangerous levels? However the penalty was very dubious, seems the ref was feeling sorry for them. The timing terrible, forty one minutes of dodging a possible coronary. But at the end of the day the mighty black and whites go home triumphant, and the fans also taking an extra glow from the small sliver of chilled sweet revenge taken.

The foreign legion did their bit and battled it out. A message loud and clear from “Le Toon army” should be – regardless of race, colour, nationality or creed, we will welcome you with open arms as long as you wear the shirt with pride, give it your all and ultimately win football matches. Ideally I would like to see more British if not even local lads in the team, but the problem is that the game has changed (not necessarily for the better) it’s global. All bollocks really, global bollocks. As Oz from Auf Wiedersehen Pet would say – “Double bollocks!”. Never the less our platoon of foreign dragoons brought home the bacon against the Villa in a fixture that was barbed, and had more potential pitfalls in it than the ill-fated Gary Glitter home for vulnerable children in Jersey.

Sissoko had been talked about, but until you see them with your own eyes you never know – but looks a hell of a player. Pace, power, touch and an eye for a pass. Could Mr. Carr really have bagged the “new Vieira” for 1.5m? One of the resident, old guard foreign contingent in Papiss Demba Cisse on the score-sheet too, getting us on our way from Sissokos expert pass, happy days! We need to get him firing on all cylinders once more.

Auf Wiedersehen Villa, bonjour 3 points

Auf Wiedersehen Villa, bonjour 3 points

Villa has been a relative happy hunting ground over the course of our time in the PL. In our last 21 visits we have won seven (including Tonight)so a 33% or a win every 3rd visit is pretty damn good regardless of just how utterly shite the opposition is. Let us cross fingers, toes, legs, eyes whatever and hope that this is the springboard that rockets NUFC back up the league to a position of relative safety, preferably ahead of the great unwashed. So here is hoping we take some fight and flair in against another team full of foreigners, the gold gilded powder puffs of West London – Chelski. They are very dangerous on away soil, away from the poisonous atmosphere at their own home games, the venom produced by the home “support” and reserved to rasp at the “fat Spanish waiter” Benitez. Let’s turn them over too, and while we are at it slip the ball boys some knuckle dusters – just in case! Until then friends. HTL

 

 

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