poem written by my pal Davey Brown Out of the blue, this mystery man Bought the Toon, acted like a fan He drank with the folks in Blu Bamboo Sat in the Emirates and necked a pint or two He binned Fat Sam, brought back KK Seemed to buy into the Geordie way Then one dark day, to our surprise, He gave a job to his pal called Wise Youtube and hearsay were his tools As he wasted millions on unknown fools Xisco the dearest at five millions pounds He hardly graced our famous ground How could he treat Kevin Keegan this way? A hero, a legend, down Newcastle way Backstabbing, lying and underhand deeds But if it wasnt for Mike wed end up like Leeds Organised protests, banners of hate, Yet he still sat there grinning with his minder mates Get out of our club we started to shout As we clapped for the lads saying Cockney mafia out Keegan was gone, hung out to dry As we feared the worst and simply asked why? Tensions and troubles were all brewing here Could it get worse. Yes, in came Kinnear. We wondered if this was as bad as it gets Then Ashley told lies about getting death threats Stooping so low because wed acted on fears As the team struggled more, this would end in tears Shearer stepped up with eight games to go A miracle was needed with morale so low As games came and went, the mood became dark Until our fate was sealed down at Villa Park Big Al fell victim to the Ashley regime Despite all his vows to strengthen the team Back came Chris Hughton, third time around The calmest of heads with his feet on the ground Out with the deadwood, clear the decks Nolan & Co had stuck out their necks Up for the fight with a point to prove The black and white army was on the move Championship won, we were the cream of the crop Normal service resumed as were back at the top New dawns approached as our passions burned Hoping some valuable lessons were learned We put six past the Villa, revenge was so sweet Back with a bang and the crowd on their feet Onwards and upwards we started to say Premier League, were here to stay A 5-1 destruction of the tramps doon the road Demolition Derby, a licence to goad For the wearside scum, twas the day from hell For Mike Ashley, the cue for his latest bombshell Sitting 9th in the league and all is well Whats Ashley thinking, who can tell? Nothing was brewing, wed given no flak Then out of the blue, he gave Hughton the sack The rollercoaster had taken a dip The clueless dictator was rocking the ship It wasnt the first time and wont be the last The loyal fans patience was running out fast So in came Pardew, nobodys choice The cynics said hed be Ashleys voice He promised us Carroll wouldnt be flogged A few days later Liverpools bid was logged They said well buy players, everythings fine But they just couldnt get them over the line £35million for a kid who cost nowt But at least it fitted the training ground out The following season exceeded our dreams As we flirted with all the Champions League teams In the end we were fifth but we didnt care Back into Europe, we took to the air Strengthen the team and well give it a shot Three or four players needed, its hardly a lot But that didnt happen and the squad remained thin Injuries and suspensions, we struggled to win January came, the time for panic was now He had to save his precious cash cow In came the signings and it gave us belief From the powers - that - be came a sigh of relief We survived the drop with a game to spare He spent a few quid but did he really care? Surely the summer would see some new faces A tweak here and there to take this team places We waited and waited as the window drew near And we got a new face: oh shit! Its Kinnear Just when we thought things couldnt get any worse Along came the drunk to tighten Mikes purse He went on the radio, he sounded so crazy Ben Afri, Kebab and even Lambayzee Was this fool for real? We couldnt have known Is it Joseph, Joe or how about Joan? He promised us players from far and wide The Managers Phone Book right by his side Millions to play with, he could have bought any But he took out a loan, his name was Loic Remy Fast forward to City on a Monday night A 4 - 0 defeat, we really looked shite Was this the start of another bad year With the tight - fisted owner who just doesnt care We rallied and managed to sneak up the table Had the rebel Cabaye helped us be stable? Forgiven for striking, he played out of his skin Including Old Trafford with that famous win The new window opened and we heard all the whinings But Pardew had promised us several new signings Then Joe piped up, told us all to believe That none of our players were going to leave Spiderman left along with some more Cabaye hopped the channel to PSGs door Bids were put in, Kinnears insistent But we now know those offers were non - existent Silence is deafening in Ashleys case Hes screwed some more money out of this place More derby day misery adds fuel to the fire No ambition, no progress, no hint of desire As we all despair, at the end of our tether Its time for the fans to stand together Thousands of Geordies in a mass hubbub As we all sing together GET OUT OF OUR CLUB
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 20:05:59 +0000
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