This Newcastle hysteria is hilarious. The frenzy, the delusion, the personality cult, the obsession with uniforms. It's how fascism works.
This isn't me, by the way, but I like it very much:
Speaking of 'number twos', did you see the most craven, shameless piece of whoring ever during half-time of the
Cue the crows' feet and crocodile smile. "I'd definitely discuss it if they wanted to talk to me about it."
Too right you would you spineless agitator. That way you can take whatever glory there is - "I've heard it's all doon to Shee-ra really" - but you can also stab soft ollies in the back if it turns to rat shit and probably then get the number one job for yourself if you fancy it. We know your sort.
If the lay-by lizard has any sense he'll tell you to get stuffed and then start asking questions in the press about how come you've not done any coaching at any level yet but seem to have so much to say about a job that you won't come out and declare a proper interest in. He won't though. As Danny Baker once said of Keegan, "He's a big old queen. The only man who makes Stephen Fry look like an old trouper."