FAIR’S FAIR The Blue Star shone in Budapest as West met East on Europe’s streets; the night the Magpies skinned the Magyars and the Fairs Cup was ours. Across the desert of thirty five years, the Inter Cities trophy glitters, like a beacon in the wilderness, all that burnt energy, just this success. And what a crazy night it was; the shorts flowed in black and white bars: away goals, of course, counted double and, after a few, we were seeing double! We’d danced through Feyenoord and Zaragoza, skipped from Setubal to downtown Glasgae; and we came back singing through it all, with Clarkie, Craigie and McFaul. It was the golden day of three goal Moncur, of Scottie, Gibb, Sinclair, of Wyn the Leap and Bryan Pop, and little Benny Arentoft. Finally, we had a Cup to show and the Toon’s faces shone aglow; no longer drowning in our self pity, at last, Fair’s fair, Newcassel’s a European City! by Keith Armstrong who was in Budapest that great night Tyneside poet Keith Armstrong was born in Newcastle and is a lifelong Newcastle United supporter. He has travelled throughout Europe to read his poetry and is widely published and broadcast. He is available for events and functions: telephone 0191 2529531.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 04:27:59 +0000