Monday, Monday, so good to me….
Set off to the North east around lunchtime on Saturday, with the City scarf out of the window, until the rains came down. Missed the Leeming services which is now just off the A1 and poorly signposted, so it was the Little Chef just before Scotch corner for a bite to eat. Arrived at the Metro centre where we dropped the Blue Vic off around 5 ish and had a stroll round. Not one rag shirt spotted so well done you Geordies.
After the evening meal in the pub we were staying at in Gateshead we got a taxi into Newcastle to meet friends who were staying at a city centre hotel. The City coach was parked outside but the boys were staying elsewhere so couldn’t give them a pep talk.
Sunday morning broke nice and sunny. We parked up and strolled down to the fantastic Back page shop where I dropped a few ‘Us and Them’ books off and bought Joe Corrigan’s biography but they didn’t have the photo of the two captains shaking hands before the 1955 Cup Final which I’m after.
After a coffee and a chat with Mark who does The Mag fanzine (which swaps with KK, and I pass on to Geordie Brian in the local pub) we strolled up the hill to the ground, passing the new Bobby Robson memorial on the way. Obviously all the Geordies we spoke to wanted the rags to win the title but were hoping for both City AND united to lose today
Incidentally, after previously (years ago) chatting to Mark re Newcastle’s poor attendances when he advised they weren’t as poor as some City fans thought, I decided to include the factual WWYWYWshite bit in the It’s A Fix article. No offence meant.
Game was a bit nerve racking tho we were always in control but with a slow build up. 0-0 at half time so far so good cos I knew that Ya Ya would repeat his Cup semi and final feats of last season to score at the right time, and he did.Secong goal was icing on the cake.
Absolute euphoria at the end, fully deserved, and an enjoyable trip home stopping off at Leeming for tea. In the pub at night the bloke who sang ‘Teardrops will fall’ "for Mancini" a few weeks ago was sulking and the rag slag who squealed with delight at this, went into a tirade about us buying the title. Rags eh, dontcha just love em? I was perfectly well behaved of course, though in fairness, the landlord (and rag ) was very gracious – must value my presence!