Howay then, why the Toon?
Many like me are born and bred Geordies, so you could say it's in the blood.
What is your reason?
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Howay then, why the Toon?
Many like me are born and bred Geordies, so you could say it's in the blood.
What is your reason?
Yup...born and bred in Newcastle. Funnily enough, not exactly in the blood though, GED. me Mum's from Jarrow and her family are black and white but me dad's from Preston. Supports us now, though and has had a season ticket for years.
He took me to me first game when I was 8 and I've been going ever since. Got a season ticket not long after I got me job and now just look at the payment as money I don't ever have at the beginning o each year ( as in, my salary will always be whatever it is minus my season ticket).
lived in cyprus when super mac scored 5 for england
dad brought me a top that was balck and white top
the rest is history
1997. I was only 4 or 5 years old, watching the footy with my old man in Australia.
Shearer was on the bench, Leicester up 3-1 with 15 minutes to go, Shearer comes on scores a hattrick. Its been misery ever since so i have to thank shearer for this poor life choice lol.
Only joking one thing about supporting Newcastle all this time, i cant ever say its been boring lol and even though i've never been to St James Park let alone outside of Australia i feel like im apart of the Newcastle family and i can feel the energy when we are winning its a strange thing football.
Cant wait to come to St James Park.
It was my nana and granddad. They brought me up after I was left on their step by my mother and father who thought I was the anti-christ.
They left me on nana and granddad's step in swaddling clothes that are now known as a strait jacket.
A note was left that told my grandparents that I would be safer in their company and may the force be with them.
My nana noticed that I had 6 etchings on the back of my head. On closer inspection she saw the etchings as NE14ST, which, if you jumble all of the letters and add letters to the numbers, it spells THIS LITTLE GIT IS THE ANTI CHRIST.
However, when experts put me inside a large experimental radiation scanner of unnatural bodies, they realised that the numbers and letters actually meant I was destined to be a part of Newcastle United football club.
It turned out that the experimental radiation chamber I was put in had absolutely no aid in helping them find anything out about me and they could have deciphered the postcode in seconds, yet got scared about this anti-christ thing and decided to frazzle me up like a microwaved turkey at the local Christmas ball that happens once a year, every year for some reason.
It turns out that people think I eat ready brek every day due to the glowing band around my body, but this is due to the gamma radiation I was deliberately exposed to, so don't be trying to make me angry...because you won't like me when I'm angry. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. :mad:
So there you go.
Dad was lincolnshire, his dad from Newcastle.
Grandad was dead when i was young, when i started getting into football i also wanted to know about him. Dad said he supported Newcastle so i took up his mantle.
From Wallsend,started watching the Juniors (Ns) and the A team at the North Road ground at six year old,by the time I was ten I was getting a tanner bus ride to the Toon on my own,I have seen all the post war greats and even remember our three FA Cup wins.
Always loved football (playing and watching) and was living in Newcastle. Went to St James´ the first time with my Grandad when I was 11 - that was it, hooked for life.
i wasn't aware you had a choice?!?!
I was brought up in battle hill (council estate in wallsend) you either supported the toon or didn't like football.
mind you, if I had made a choice, it would only have been the Toon.
there's been good times and bad, but I wouldn't change a thing.
Born less than 1000 yds from the stadium and was taken to my first game by my uncle, Arthur Gallagher, nicknamed Hughie when he was a lad at school.
That was the first game to be played after the war before league football started again. It was a friendly against Middlesborough which we won.
The attendance was over 30,000 but to a youngster's eyes it seemed as though the whole world was there.
By coincidence in later life my Uncle Arthur finished up living next door to Hughie Gallacher in Carr Hill, Gateshead and they became good friends.