I don’t want us to be found severely lacking like we were in the second half… | OneFootball

I was up with the larks on Sunday, eagerly anticipating the clash of two of the new order in the EPL.

After many years in the doldrums, Nottingham Forest are finally back with a bang, shaking up the Premier League this season whilst playing an entertaining brand of football.

After a walk down to North Shields Fish Quay for a bit of cràic, I headed back hyem and devoured a full breakfast before phoning Auld Ellas.

As we discussed Saturday’s results and also extracted the urine out of Sunderland, he too couldn’t wait for our match.

I hit Tynemouth Club at midday to find that the draft beer in the bar was down and that it would take a couple of hours to sort out.

It was back on the Newcastle Brown Ale for me then. I could sense a few nervous souls as I downed what was to be the first of a few.

I watched the St Johnstone v Hearts lunchtime game because I like the Jambos and their fans.

Back in 2009 me and my brother were invited to Tynecastle by members of The Foundation of Hearts.

At the time we were beginning to put the ‘Mike Ashley Out Campaign’ together, with these fine lads and lasses giving us some sound advice, having recently endured a hell of a lot of ownership turmoil themselves.

Ellas arrived before our kick-off and joined me on the dog.

It didn’t take long before I was well and truly flabbergasted by Newcastle United incompetence.

All week I have been watching updates on the current wellbeing of the Pope on various news bulletins.

Little did I think that our very own Pope would turn out on Sunday.

I’ve got to say that I’m a bundle of nerves watching Nick these days, he actually gives me heart palpitations. His selection had been my first big surprise of the day.

The next one was the Toon somehow going into a 4-1 lead before half-time. We were totally exhilarating during a 15 minute purple patch.

The brown ale was now in free flow and nobody seemed to care that the draft beer was back on tap.

The rest of the match turned out to be turgid and awful, there were regular audible groans amongst the regulars as Eddie’s charges lumbered through the second half.

At full-time, me and Ellas decided to go on the Fireball which is a belter of a liqueur to cheer ourselves up.

I couldn’t be bothered to watch the spendaholic Pep’s Citeh take on LuckyPool, so headed for home still a bit bewildered by what I’d witnessed.

The rest of the results at the top of the Premier League table basically went our way over the weekend, so we find ourselves handily placed for European football, hopefully in the Champions League.

We are going to have to pull our socks up though, if we are to give the red scousers a decent game on Wednesday night.

This is an opportunity to put a marker down before the Cup Final, so I don’t want us to be found severely lacking like we were in the second half against Nottingham Forest.