A Newcastle poem that sums it up completely – Good from my good good friend Bob

The occasions of the final couple of weeks nonetheless go away me dumbfounded and I really feel unable to cope with the emotion of all of it. I’ve been principally numb.

This doesn’t occur to us and you must be a sure age to recollect how profitable a trophy feels and even John Anderson agreed with me on the radio the opposite day!

After the match at Wembley, my spouse stated that I appeared actually drunk. I hadn’t touched a drop as a result of I needed to drive dwelling afterwards, however all I may do was shout, “HOWAY” to everybody I noticed.

Saturday’s parade was the icing on the cake and I’m nonetheless struggling to place my emotions into phrases.

I first met my mate, Bob, in August 1993, after we had been sat subsequent to one another within the new Leazes Finish and we’ve been good mates ever since. Bob despatched me this poem and I feel it sums up how I and lots of different followers really feel. I’m honoured that he used one in all my traces from ‘We Are The Geordies’, as properly.

That’s sufficient from me. Over to Bob!

Gannin alang the Scotswood Highway to see the Blaydon Races.

Born a hefty purpose kick from the bottom,

osmotically I absorbed the sound

of anthem within the womb. A boy given

at seven, I’m their man – without end smitten

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Again within the fifties (these occasions of euphoria)

Newcastle dominated Wembley – sic transit gloria.

Dad stuffed my goals with tales

of all the previous F.A. Cup glories.

Milburn  – Mitchell – Harvey.

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And in ’62 I  wore my knitted scarf,

as turnstiles clicked at my first recreation.

I discovered to learn the scoreboard at half

time and Gallowgate nook’s ten minute flag,

be a part of the throw-catch of peanuts, tanner a bag.

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Beating Bolton to clinch promotion in ’65.

I wobbled on Dad’s shoulder joyously alive;

cheered our Gala’s’ Cup adventurers of ’69

on their victorious return again to the Tyne.

Moncur – Robson – Davies.

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Through the years I’ve seen many stinkers;

pulsating thrillers with final minute winners,

‘The Entertainers’ lose a twelve level lead

to Man United ( deep cuts nonetheless bleed.)

Beardsley – Ferdinand –  Lee

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Typically in my thoughts I replay match highlights.

Main Barcelona two-nil underneath floodlights,

Gillespie crosses, Tino soars, heads, SCORES!

The group hangs on as tumultuous roars

of Blaydon Races explode within the night time.

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Keegan, Robson, Shearer moved Geordie souls,

however Sports activities Direct’s tenure noticed solely personal objectives.

Our prayers answered – the takeover completed,

really United – we dream what will be gained?

It doesn’t actually matter…Nevertheless it does.

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It’s our day ultimately – after a long time of ache

the cup’s held aloft with Toon ribbons once more.

Time to overlook these Wembley zeroes,

let’s salute Eddie’s legendary heroes.

Bruno – Isak –  Burn

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Gannin alang the Scotswood Highway to see the Blaydon Races.

‘Roo-ad’ is extended with triumphant glee.

Let the anthem echo across the floor,

the stands shake, our proud hearts pound.

I’m a part of the group, the group a part of me.

By Bob Rayner

Right here’s to the subsequent one and I don’t suppose we’ll have to attend one other 70 years.