205 miles door to door, thank you Maggie and the Geordie diaspora.
So, yesterday, wandered to the pub where other exiles from both Newcastle and Liverpool gathered to watch the game. Couldn't help but discuss the great meetings back in the Nineties, where we actually competed on an ambition basis. Yesterday's game was a direct result of the Ashley era. We saw one team, playing with enthusiasm, talent and invention overcome an initially organised and fairly determined side who inevitably lost literally because the majority of them were out of their league.
The difference was striking.
It's a dilemma following Newcastle, especially from a distance. On the one hand, you have no choice; it's a question of birth, carrying on from one generation to another. It's also memories of great times and good friends. On the other hand, football is meant to be about entertainment, you know, excitement and enjoyment and ambition: even the ups and the downs. Now, it's hard to get too enthusiastic about 'organised' when that's the best you can hope for. Ah well.