Limejuice
Well-Known Member
Another season under the aimless, sweaty-palmed stewardship of Mike Ashley lumbers into life.
While Fat Mike holds out for his £300m (plus Nectar Points), we can once again enjoy the amiable, baffled management of Stevie Bruce, the Winnie-the-Pooh of the Premier League.
This season, we no longer have the top-knotted delight of Mr Andrew Carroll, thug of this parish, though we do have the services of Joseph Willock, a reasonably adept entertainer. May his loins be unleashed - but not to play West Ham today, because someone forgot to complete the transfer formalities. I'm looking at you, Penfold.
Will this be the season we defenestrate Fat Mike and feel the loving embrace of blood-soaked Middle-Eastern money? Will Stevie Bruce finally read the Penguin Book of Footie Plans? Will Newcastle soar high and stuff its silverware cabinets?
No. Because this is Groundhog Day.
It's Groundhog Day every day in Newcastle United.
"...They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out until we grow..."
Good luck, everyone.
While Fat Mike holds out for his £300m (plus Nectar Points), we can once again enjoy the amiable, baffled management of Stevie Bruce, the Winnie-the-Pooh of the Premier League.
This season, we no longer have the top-knotted delight of Mr Andrew Carroll, thug of this parish, though we do have the services of Joseph Willock, a reasonably adept entertainer. May his loins be unleashed - but not to play West Ham today, because someone forgot to complete the transfer formalities. I'm looking at you, Penfold.
Will this be the season we defenestrate Fat Mike and feel the loving embrace of blood-soaked Middle-Eastern money? Will Stevie Bruce finally read the Penguin Book of Footie Plans? Will Newcastle soar high and stuff its silverware cabinets?
No. Because this is Groundhog Day.
It's Groundhog Day every day in Newcastle United.
"...They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out until we grow..."
Good luck, everyone.