Scum v SAFC

Not much singing and dancing in the Black and White club when I got back from the match yesterday in fact there seemed to be a few not out at all, perhaps they were all rolling up their pray mats to put them away 'til the next derby match.
The day started with a long wait at the SOL they said the coaches would leave at 10.45am but the actual time was 11.30am, we were in the row of private coaches that left a good 20 minutes behind the free coaches that the club had provided. So it was a slow ride through to scumland this time up the A19 and into Newcastle via the central motorway. We parked next to the multi-story car park just four coaches from the front so it was just a short walk to the gates. A few ugly words exchanged between both sets of supporters as we entered the turnstiles that led to a great hike upwards; as we entered the bar area I was sure we were above the clouds. The bar area was crammed packed and no air so not comfortable area to catch your breath after the long climb up the hundreds of steps, so I made my way to the seats and found Billy and big Jeff already seated or should I say standing as we stood all the way through the match.
Team selection was probably our best still no sign of Stead on the bench and a return of Arca on the bench together with Stubbs.
Whistle blows game on... in the early spell both teams were getting used to the atmosphere and each other Whitehead getting to know Emrepaper a bit better after the first few minutes. At least I think it was Whitehead as from up in the Gods you can only make out the 22 strips not the players. It seemed that we were loosing it in midfield and struggling in defence but were still keeping the scum at bay. The more this went on we thought that their crowd would get on the scums backs. Then the scum seemed to be getting the upper hand and crazy defending - our defence were all bothered about Shergar than any others and the scum scored from that other striker Ameobi or something like that - a free header and for once you could hear the scum supporters sing but not for long ...... Within a minute and as the scum were still singing Lawrence hit a shot towards goal and bingo in the back of the net. The scenes in the Gods were like being in heaven and God had just told you you could have your pick of any of the angels for the night.
2 -1 we always win 2-1 was the chant now ...... but another crazy defensive mistake let the scum in again and the same scum guy scored. Bang goes the 2-1 we always win 2-1! As we approached half-time and seeing a frenzy of goals in a few minutes we were then given a pure piece of brilliance from Steven "Sleeves" Elliott. Same as against Man U he hit a blinder from well outside the box and bang into the top left hand side ...... where's God and those angels he promised us all?
HALFTIME 2:2 and we were on the up.
Second half for a few minutes we seemed to be laying back again but as the second half progressed we were the better team - not biased but I think a good appraisal of the performance of two teams a huge difference away from money spent on the players. Then Caldwell brought down a scum player and a free-kick that Solano, Shergar and Emrepaper were debating to take. We could all see it was going to be a shot so why did we not put anyone on the back sticks is a big question for another day. But Emrepaper took the shot and in the back of the net in off the right hand side post. Relief all around the scum as they all knew they were on the rack. We kept up the pressure - Elliott hits the bar, one cleared off the line was it a penalty or not, just a foot away from being poked in the net. Anyway no break-through and in the end after all the whistles for the ref to blow for the end of the game we all thought we were robbed and the scum knew it! Final score 3:2 to the scum.
The exit from the ground produced more verbals, a fence pushed over a charge between the two sets of enemies but nothing really serious. We got on the coach and set off down the A1(M) this time causing problems for anyone at the Metro centre then as we passed the Washinton services we thought nearly home and straight in the Club but CliveD had to drop someone off at Washington so we had to do a detour that would add another 45 minutes onto our journey home. Persuaded Billy to come into the club for a few met with StephenW and had a few pints came out at 7.00pm still proud at what our Lads had done ..... silenced the scum and shown them up ..... millions there's not millions difference between us .... and they knew it!

Jim Gilling
Proud to hate the Scum and SAFC 'til I die.