Relief. Probably the one word that was flying around the watering holes of NE1 on Saturday evening. It was 90 minutes of dross with one touch of glass that ultimately decided where the points were headed. The one disappoint was that I couldn't use my "genius" headline if we hadn't won - Ba Humbug. Clever eh?
I'm not even sure what to write about the game to be honest. The most interesting part of the game up until the goal was when my match going chums and I looked up to the floodlights at the swirling rain. Honestly, it was biblical at times. It blew West, East, South and even North at one point. I can also confirm that the stuff was very wet. I then started looking at the puddles that were building up on the Leazes concourses. If the temperature had dipped below zero it would have made for a hell of an ice rink. One of the lads I was with didn't even wear a coat. Proper Geordie/Proper stupid (delete as applicable). The grass was quite wet too, although seem to hold up remarkably well given the persistent downpours. I bet the players' shirts weighed a tonne when they got into the dressing room. When I walked out the stadium I got a massive drip falling from the rafters and went down my back. I don't think anything is as shocking and/or surprising as having a cold drip go down your back like that. Scenes.
So in summary - Ba is banned from taking free kicks. Tiote is banned from volleying it. Obertan is fast. Jonas runs like he's pulling a jumbo jet behind him. Finally...Shola.
Seasons greetings peoples.