I’ve worked all over the place – and I know I’m not alone in that amongst the MFW community. This dubious privilege has taught me a few valuable lessons in life, of course.
The best authentic Chinese food is to be found in London’s Limehouse. This was the original Chinese settlement in England long before Soho’s Chinatown and Manchester’s Chinese quarter offered Hong Kong style, western-directed offerings.
Paella should only be eaten in Spain, the best place to share a chateaubriand is Paris and the chips and gravy enjoyed by many Mancunians is exquisite. Honest.
The best Balti and Curry houses are located in the West Midlands, which is no big secret but I can vouch it is true.
The North East is famous for its pie & peas, lemon tops, journey into space [a session on Newcastle Brown Ale] and the phrase Why-aye man, shite. It’s constant use from south of Middlesbrough to north of Gateshead is ubiquitous.
And that’s what I have to say about Saturday. Why-aye man, shite.
We have done something very serious to annoy the football gods. All blo0dy season.
How didn’t we win that one at St James’ Park?
Some twenty shots, several on target and a goalkeeper in Martin Dubravka who is consistently in the form of his life. He’s so good that several Mags on social media are fearing he will be snapped up in the summer by a team of greater ambition.
For all those who say Teemu Pukki has hit a wall, frankly, I’m not sure. He still made those intelligent runs, hit a belter from range but completely stuffed up yet another one on one against the keeper and it’s odds-on he will try and play the ball across the keeper. Maybe he’s been a little bit “worked out”.
My personal jury’s out on this “topic”. You tell me.
The Joelinton header kept out by Tim Krul was Newcastle’s only real chance. They played with five at the back at home. Not out of respect for us but because it’s the only way Brucie [or cabbage-head as many Magpie supporters rather rudely reference him] knows.
I wouldn’t want to turn up to see that lot every week but they are virtually safe. Ain’t no justice in this PL world, hey?
Anyway we must move on. We now need a minimum of 20 points from 13 games. Six wins and two draws. Possible? Sure. Likely? I fear not. What have we got to worry about anyway – it’s only Liverpool at home next in the 17:30 and Citeh away in the last match of the season. So that really means 20 points from eleven games are required.
Daniel Farke’s “little miracle” is assuming awesome proportions.
His post-match interview seemed to say: Ich bin wirklich sauer. I’m sure MFW’s Martin MacB will correct me if I’m wrong with that one but I bet y’all know what I mean anyway.
We’re all sauer, Daniel. Just like you we’ve reason to be – we have had no luck at all this season and that’s for sure.
And now we’ve got nearly a fortnight off, which I’d rather we didn’t have. But we don’t make the rules, we must obey them.
Why-aye man, shite.
I thought I’d end with a couple of observations from the wider footie world at the weekend, as I occasionally do.
A big thumbs down to the pair of eejit Bournemouth fans who thought it was “funny” to wear coronavirus masks with their club badge on.
Guess what lads? It wasn’t funny. It was pathetic.
Although I laughed at the 1p5wich-Peterborough result I’m not born and bred so probably most of our readers laughed even more than me. And I laughed a lot. They’re officially not even the second-best club in Anglia any more – look at the EFL1 table, ha ha!
Final word must go to EFL on Quest’s Colin Murray, who described Posh forwards Sammie Szmodics, Ivan Toney and Striki Dembele as STD. He said they were infectious.
That’s how to be witty without causing offence, you Cherry eejits.