The team that lined-up was primarily the same one that played most of the games from January on minus Yohan Cabaye, who didn’t complete the journey down despite the completely derisory offer from Arsenal. Why couldn’t he still play? Surely to God we could have just told him they haven’t bid enough and he needs to get out there and justify his huge wages. There have been a litany of cry-arsed pricks that play for our club and if his ‘head was turned’ then bin him off now. I suggest the truth is somewhere west of that; he’s probably been told he will be leaving as soon as Arsenal bid a few more million quid. One thing for certain is it won’t drag on like our pathetic attempts at smokescreen transfer dealings. Arsenal won’t piss about ‘getting it over the line’.
Speaking of ‘getting it over the line’; I was genuinely worried going into this game that we would get over the halfway line for large spells and that proved to be very true as the first half was a non-stop barrage on our goal with Manchester City popping the ball about with very little in the way of resistance. The game was already over after 7 minutes when a cross into our box was stopped by moron extraordinaire Steven Taylor, who did his party piece of leaning into the ball with his arm. The ref waved played on and the ball popped up for David Silva (man of the match by a mile) to head in comfortably with Krul scrambling. It could have been two very quickly when the frankly awful Debuchy pulled down Toure. Thankfully, he made the most of it and that possibly swayed the referee into thinking there wasn’t much in it, there was! The relief was short lived as it was soon 2-0. The ball was easily played through midfield and Dzeko’s neat flick released Aguero who was heading away from goal. Taylor failed to shepherd him away and he shot through the defender’s legs and into the far corner. Great finish but another avoidable goal. We managed to get into half-time 2-0 down but the atmosphere in the away end and in the concourse was vitriolic.
The second half began much the same way and another senseless free-kick given away by Debuchy gave YaYa Toure the chance to clip a decent free-kick into the net. From our point of view the wall was weak, Cisse ducked out of it and the ball actually seemed to go in the middle of the goal. I am saying this from my view at the other end of the ground, but it didn’t look overly clever. The rest of the second half followed the same pattern with the home side actually taking their foot off the pedal for long periods but were able to cut through at will every time they fancied it. Dzeko forced one great save from Krul and the home side were denied a goal when an offside flag cut short the celebrations. The fourth goal did eventually come though when a through ball caught Debuchy out (again) and Nasri nipped in to slot past Krul.
I have left out the sending off to deal with it separately. If Steven Taylor would rather be a fan or a fucking cheerleader then fine. Let’s save his wages for someone who wants to be a professional footballer. The lad is a liability at the moment. He is always likely to give away a penalty or do something fucking stupid. Concentrate on being a professional and not wanting to laugh and joke on with the away end. We all think you’re a prat and we’re not laughing with you, we’re laughing at you. Sort your head out!
As for those twats running our club. The evidence is there: either spend or see us go down. Pardew needs to shut his shite too. What’s the point in embarrassing yourself every week? You have no control, no spending power and no tactical acumen. When we went down to 10 last night I didn’t see any evidence of a clever reshuffle or any impetus after half-time. Frankly, it was pathetic. Cockneys or not, we need these cancers removed from this club.
Newcastle United: Tim Krul, Mathieu Debuchy, Steven Taylor, Fabricio Coloccini, Mapou Yanga-Mbiwa, Chieck Tiote, Moussa Sissoko, Jonas Gutierrez (Vurnon Anita 44), Hatem Ben Arfa (Sammy Ameobi 65)), Papiss Cisse, Yoan Gouffran (Paul Dummett 45+4).
Unused Subs: Rob Elliot, Sylvain Marveaux, Shola Ameobi, Gabriel Obertan.
David X. Smith