Thank you for letting me take the piss rather than having the piss ripped from me. Thank you for letting me walk into work with a swagger, free of dread. Embrace us like we embrace life, like we embrace you, and we never let go. The most fundamental aspects of Newcastle have always been our openness, our industry. In spite of some witless commentary over the decades, Newcastle has never been wedded to kamikaze football or Hollywood signings or distrustful of outsiders. ![]() Thank you for coming here and getting us. So much of our identity as a region is about isolation, being cast aside or left to rot and we either accept it or we fight. You are not Kevin Keegan or Sir Bobby Robson, you are solid and less flamboyant, but when I interviewed you in September and you said “I’m not here to just exist”, it struck me like a fist. Thank you for tapping into a part of our personality, as a club and a place, we had half-forgotten. ![]() Thank you for allowing us to reclaim our streets people smiling, restaurants buzzing, bars buzzing, an entire city a beehive of buzzing, connected to the club again, one and indivisible, alive and awash with happiness.Īfter all those sour years of being patronised or ignored, of people failing to appreciate why things were so shit, of being told we expected too much or demanded too much or felt too much, thank you for reminding us not to give a fuck. ![]() Thank you for this version of Newcastle United, one which plays angry and plays loud, which runs and keeps running until lungs explode and legs collapse and then runs on empty until there is nowhere left to run.
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