|Season 2005-06 Result|
|Newcastle United||3-1||Tottenham Hotspur|
| L.Bowyer 2,
A.Shearer 30 (pen).
| R.Keane 19.
|Date: 01/04/2006 Venue: St.James' Park Competition: Premiership|
|Match Report||Submitted on 06/04/2006 by Trapper|
|THE PRAWN SANDWICH BRIGADE|
A 3o’clock kick off on a Saturday afternoon, fcuk me, its so long since we had one, it’s as abnormal as 4 o’clock on a Sunday (or 1205, 1355, 1607.23% or whatever sky fcuking decide on !!!!!!!!!!!!!)
An invitation to the posh bit was too good to miss, pre-match meal & drinks in the Langley suite, plus the added appearance of Mr Peter Beardsley.
Picked up at the Sporties by one of Johnas business acquaintances at 1215pm, a straight run through to the Toon (no special 6 mile & half an hour longer Cousin special diversions) meant we were in the private box and supping our pints well the before the bus had even thought about arriving at the Sporties,
A pre-match meal of vegetable soup, roast lamb dinner and a strawberry trifle preceded with a glass of champagne. Then came the highlight of the day, Peter “magic feet” Beardsley.
|What a gent, he told a few home truths about the club we all love, his dislike for Sourpuss was quite obvious, however he was far too much of a gent to slag anybody off. He did say how much he would love to be given the chance of the hot seat at St. James’ Park and to be honest I think he would be a far far better candidate than some of the names who have been mentioned (George Graham, Gerard Houllier, Paul Jewell, Sam Allardyce to name one or two) Just because someone has had one good season doesn’t mean they will make a good manager of the Toon. We may not be as fickle as the mackems and the smoggies, but we still demand to be entertained with proper football.
We left the suite at 2 minutes to 3, and despite nearly being knocked over by “Fat Freddie” I was in my nice padded seat in time to see the teams line up & shake hands. My seat was right in line with the centre circle and probably right opposite where Smudger normally sits.
|The game kicked off and within two minutes we were ahead, a quick move tore the Spurs defence apart, Charlie providing a swift cross for Bowyer to bundle in the net. The general consensus before the game was that Newcastle would struggle (Pedro expected a Toon win as he felt Spurs were poor away from home), nine minutes later Spurs broke on the left Aaron Lennon turned “fattie” Carr inside out and crossed for Robbie Keane to score with a free header. The old bloke in front of me jumped up and began to celebrate. It looked like it could be one of those days, but the Toon quickly settled back down and following a brilliant tackle from Bowyer, a shot from Nobby was deflected by Robinson and Shola moved in slow motion to put in a brave finish ,while Robinson crashed into him 2-1.
We continued to dominate and when man of the match Bowyer broke into the box and was needlessly pushed over by Edgar Davids, a penalty was given, which was put away in emphatic fashion by the living legend.
It was probably our best 45 minutes of the season, even so Keane hit the woodwork in first half injury time.
A queue to leave our seats, meant that my half time pint had to be rushed, but there were plenty of replays of the goals to be watched.
The second half began with Tottenham threatening and it looked like they were right back in it when a swift break away saw Judas I mean Jenas pick up an awful header from Elliott go round Given and then produce miss of the season when his legs gave up on him and he shot into the side netting( Albert Luque’s effort at the same end wasn’t quite so bad). That was funny enough, but the old bloke in front had already turned and started to celebrate, oh how we laughed, when he said “Whats happened?” and Johna said “He’ missed, now SIT DOWN”
“3-1 to the goldfish bowl” rang out around the ground, except for my surrounding area, it’s not the done thing to sing apparently
Michael Dawson’s sending off for a second yellow, finished Spurs hopes and my 3-1 bet at 22 to 1 was safe. A good result against a side in a champions league position, 21 points still to play for and with the possible exception of Chelsea all look winnable, we might not be able to achieve anything this season, but everybody (except Shearer) has a new manager to impress.
Its back to level 7 for the next game for me and despite the stairs, I’d rather be there with lads & lasses who want to sing and shout and swear, who work hard and save all year to get to the games.