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Football as a metaphor for life once more.
Apologies that only football fans will follow this, but…
It’s all to do with this, the sacking of Sam Allardyce, Newcastle United’s manager.
It’s all so strange. It’s strange that me and my friends, who pay money each week to go and see Newcastle are pretty much, to a man, delighted with the news, yet…
It’s strange that the Southern-based media, who don’t live locally, don’t pay to see matches, and let’s face it, don’t even watch our games are against the move.
It’s strange that those of us who go to watch the football are told we can’t expect to be entertained while we thought that was the whole point.
It’s laughably strange that Joey Barton describes ME as vicious. Ha!
It’s strange that Newcastle fans are seen as fickle despite the fact that we still regularly fill a 52,000 seater stadium even though we’ve won nowt in most of our life times.
It’s strange that sacking managers is seen as a result of unfair pressure from fans as opposed to clueless club suits appointing dickheads in the first place.
It’s strange that I hear that we demand exciting football rather than winning football, when in reality we’re seeing neither.
In short…
The prejudiced southern media have their platform and their chance to voice their ill-informed opinions without fear of condemnation.
The managers get to spend millions on rubbish, get to fail and get to walk away with a cheque for millions and the sympathies of the above.
Meanwhile, those of us who pay for them all – who put in the hours, who queue for tickets, who buy our satellite dishes and read their papers, are disregarded.
We’re unimportant, ripped off and labelled as fickle, ignorant and ungrateful.
No wonder we’re angry.
