Ok, so I go back to my youth, even my middle aged youth when the a season comes to a close and you start thinking what there is to build on.
Looking back, Pards fell out with Ba over the long ball, Cabaye over the long ball and Colo over both of them being winners.
You start thinking what will be better next year, full of excitement. Sissoko proved that he can be a beast but so did Tiote the year before.
Last season gave us a mid season flurry, 4 wins in 6 games, 12 points out of 18 but take those away and the rest of the season was total relegation form. Without those 4 wins, we would be down.
Down is the close season feeling. Top talent has been turned to mediocrity. Transfer speculation has been dampened.
Faith has, if the journalists have interpreted Llambias's reticence correctly, been placed in a manager whose record here has been somewhere between Jim Smith and Sam Allardyce.
Yes, we have talent in the squad, evidenced by the rich European teams who are alleged to be sniffing round. We have been linked with youthful talent, our youth having gone from September through March with only 3 wins out of 19.
The records are evident, one of the most talented squads has only got 2 away wins, only 2 seasons worse in over 100. Our worst defensive record in the Premier League.
The rags are telling us only 2 new signings. They are also telling us who will bid for our top players.
At least we have an attractive warm up, mid table Blackpool from the Championship, Scottish 3rd division champions.
Ashley and Llambias run the club from London. Pardew was reluctant to move up originally until supporter pressure paid off in the boardroom. A resounding defeat is followed by managerial decree of a round of golf.
The season ended with the worst ever run of losing at home without scoring. P3, W0 D0 L3 F0 A10.
This year it feels like the hierarchy don't give a toss, above assistant coach level anyway.
It could be a long cold summer, at least in the hearts of Newcastle supporters, those hearts set to sink even lower with every player sale and every uttering from Ashley's cronies.
Youth was positive, even in my middle age. Even the McFaul years had us looking forward to a Brazilian number 9 measuring 5ft7. Adam Campbell is 2 inches shorter and ideally suited to Pardew's hoofball tactics. At least McFaul's famous W formation gave us hope.
Yes, let's raise a smile for the regime. The excitement level is enough to create a totally somnolent summer.
Looking back, Pards fell out with Ba over the long ball, Cabaye over the long ball and Colo over both of them being winners.
You start thinking what will be better next year, full of excitement. Sissoko proved that he can be a beast but so did Tiote the year before.
Last season gave us a mid season flurry, 4 wins in 6 games, 12 points out of 18 but take those away and the rest of the season was total relegation form. Without those 4 wins, we would be down.
Down is the close season feeling. Top talent has been turned to mediocrity. Transfer speculation has been dampened.
Faith has, if the journalists have interpreted Llambias's reticence correctly, been placed in a manager whose record here has been somewhere between Jim Smith and Sam Allardyce.
Yes, we have talent in the squad, evidenced by the rich European teams who are alleged to be sniffing round. We have been linked with youthful talent, our youth having gone from September through March with only 3 wins out of 19.
The records are evident, one of the most talented squads has only got 2 away wins, only 2 seasons worse in over 100. Our worst defensive record in the Premier League.
The rags are telling us only 2 new signings. They are also telling us who will bid for our top players.
At least we have an attractive warm up, mid table Blackpool from the Championship, Scottish 3rd division champions.
Ashley and Llambias run the club from London. Pardew was reluctant to move up originally until supporter pressure paid off in the boardroom. A resounding defeat is followed by managerial decree of a round of golf.
The season ended with the worst ever run of losing at home without scoring. P3, W0 D0 L3 F0 A10.
This year it feels like the hierarchy don't give a toss, above assistant coach level anyway.
It could be a long cold summer, at least in the hearts of Newcastle supporters, those hearts set to sink even lower with every player sale and every uttering from Ashley's cronies.
Youth was positive, even in my middle age. Even the McFaul years had us looking forward to a Brazilian number 9 measuring 5ft7. Adam Campbell is 2 inches shorter and ideally suited to Pardew's hoofball tactics. At least McFaul's famous W formation gave us hope.
Yes, let's raise a smile for the regime. The excitement level is enough to create a totally somnolent summer.
