Tough Times For The Best Fans In The World

Newcastle United today woke up to find themselves without a premier league win in 11 games, and more importantly without any significant improvement since the return of their very own football messiah Kevin Keegan.

When Keegan returned to Tyneside in place of Sam Allardyce there was a tsunami of football excitement the kind of which is only even seen at St James’ Park, the home of the games biggest soap opera club, a massive club with the best fans in the world.

I’m glad I’m not the only football fan who finds Newcastle United as a club, frankly laughable. On one of my regular haunts I can easily find fellow Norwich fans who chuckle to themselves every time the toon army slide closer and closer to the relegation zone. Many believe they are getting exactly what they deserve, after disposing of manager after manager who fails to lead them to their undeniably rightful place at the top of the English football pyramid, I am inclined to agree.

Like many Norwich fans I consider myself extremely lucky to have an ex-Newcastle manager in charge. Glenn Roeder has taken our club which in football terms was dying a painful death and turned it around. This is the same Glenn Roeder that Newcastle fans turned on as soon as he didn’t deliver European football. I wish I could put a name to the quote but on a football365.com podcast a Newcastle fan said

“You can’t have someone that looks like that and talk’s like that managing Newcastle United.”

Its only really at the very top clubs that such pomposity still exists in football, Newcastle are most certainly not one of these clubs, however much their fans will try to convince you otherwise.

So what do Newcastle have now to look at and listen to in terms of management? They have King Kev, the man who blew a 12 point lead with one of the clubs best ever squads and famously lost it live on sky sports, they have the man who abjectly failed with England, and they have the man that hadn’t watched a live game of football for two years before he returned to St James’ as boss, as he was too busy running a football circus. That experience may come in handy.

It must be very inspiring for the Toon Army to look towards the dugout in hope of inspiration to see a figure of a man who was once revered as a god, now hunched over clueless with no idea how to stop the rot. Only one image comes to my mind. Taxi for Keegan, Yarrrgh.