Yet another miserable display in the Potteries left us 2nd bottom due to Burnley’s missed penalty at Crystal Palace and with a support base now so frustrated, angry and disillusioned that even loss after loss is beginning to make no difference and relegation is simply a waiting game away.
Pre-match reports of Ashley making comments to some loser, who spotted him in a pub, about Pardew being ‘dead’ should he lose at The Britannia have now proved to be false and the most hated manager in my lifetime was meandering around the away technical area, making indeterminate shouts to no one in particular in a jacket you’d be embarrassed to see that fella with the big head who used to sit around the Central Station in. Arriving in Stoke to a queue at The Harvesters pub pretty much summed our night up in retrospect.
Standing around waiting for something decent that was actually shit and always promised to be. Sacking this off for a drink in the ground was the only good decision of the night as 80% of the people in the away end at the point congregated around one bar whilst the other one had virtually no queue at all. Happy days. That was the end of any form of happiness.
Upon seeing the pitch I could almost feel the rage building up inside me. Pardew was soon in vision and another half-hearted protest began as the match kicked off. Unless we really make it completely untenable for this utter cretin then he will continue to be in charge; results seem to make no odds. We started the game in another abomination of a kit, I mean who the hell picked this utter disastrous combination of colours and did we get a shipment of huge shorts? Seriously huge fucking shorts. I have lived in smaller houses than the ones Sammy was wearing when he brought his circus act on in the second half.
Just on a quarter of an hour we were 1 down when surprise, surprise a simple cross was headed in by Crouch. Janmaat, who by the way is fucking garbage and all the football hipsters can piss off, was beaten easily and Coloccini (who may as well just piss off back to Argentina to save any of the diminished reputation he has left) just stood next to Crouch as Stoke’s answer to Tim nice but Dim headed in the corner. Predictable, obvious and avoidable, 3 words that sum up Pardew’s tactics.
We had brief passages of pressure with the frankly awful and pea hearted Sissoko flashing a shot wide of the angle of post and bar and Janmaat having a decent long range effort tipped wide by Begovic.
That was pretty much it from us in the first half and we really should have conceded a penalty when the completely anonymous Gouffran rashly cut Moses down in the box but the ref waved it away.
Half time and the first real showing of anger was displayed as a mixture of the team and Pardew were booed down the tunnel. The second half began with us nearly going two behind as Arnautovic crashed a shot off the post with Krul completely beaten. We huffed and puffed and generally looked completely toothless and in no danger of getting a shot on target let alone a goal.
Obertan came on and actually ran at people and beyond them for once and it’s sad state of affairs when he is our best player or at least our most threatening. We managed to fashion one great late chance when Colback somehow hit the bar from about 6 yards out. We offered so little and the frustrations were building in the away end. Full time brought a huge mass of boos and some idiots actually applauding the team!
I don’t care what whoppers on Twitter or anywhere else say about ‘supporting the team’. I will when the game is on and they show me they are at least trying and there is some semblance of organisation and tactical nous.
There is none of that at the minute and the sooner Pardew the cancer and Ashley the even bigger cancer are removed from this football club the better. Utter dross on and off the pitch.
‘We’re shit and we’re sick of it’
Newcastle United: Krul, Janmaat, Williamson, Coloccini, Dummett, Tiote, Colback, Sissoko, Cabella (Ameobi 74), Gouffran (Obertan 68), Riviere (Cisse 46).
Subs: Anita, Elliot, S.Taylor, Armstrong.
DAVID X SMITH
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