I've taken the piss out of Newcastle United plenty over the years, like many fans of other Prem clubs.
But it's ALWAYS been with an undertone of respect for what that club means to Newcastle, it's history and the passion of its fans.
The Saudi takeover is a slow death of that.
I get why so many fans want it. It's been SHIT being a Newcastle United fan for years. Been hard from the outside watching Ashley create a status quo of self-funding crapness.
But it's swapping that for a short term high, at the cost of ANY future as a community club.
Mike Ashley's big problem was always how powerful United's links to Newcastle, and to the fans, were.
He never had the money to ignore those two relationships entirely, and also kinda wanted their love.
That hold is gone. The Saudis have the money. And they don't give a shit.
Because guess what: it's hard enough forcing out an unpopular owner when they're a person. But it's impossible to do when they're a nation-state.
Once they get their hooks in, you're done.
So any Newcastle United fan who doesn't want this: you have my sympathy and respect. You're being thrown out of the pan into a blazing fire.
Others: I legit hope you get some fun football to watch.
But don't come at me with the community club stuff in future. You're not anymore
For those here (and elsewhere) with the sniffy "well its just football. Saudis do worse" stuff.
Football is, at heart, about community and identity. That's why people fall in love with it. It's why they care. Even if they don't realise that's why.
The last thirty years have seen a slow process of the monetisation of that feeling of community and identity.
Some of the effects of that have been good. But the snowball effect of it, over time, has been bad.
At top flight level, at some point in the last decades we passed, perhaps without realising it, a tipping point. The point at which the pressures on the self-generating and renewing element of that community feel disappeared for a lot of top clubs.
What I mean by that, is that it is NOT POSSIBLE to be a local kid who goes regularly to top flight games.
At that point, the community and identity become abstract. Clubs and players stop being real world things and people to the subsequent generation of fans. They're products.
And we're already seeing the consequences of that in the shitty treatment of player on social media and elsewhere. And in the gradual loss of the cohesive elements of community in top flight football that could make it a positive thing, not a mob.
The club's know this. They know that winning back, and building back, that human connection is hard. More critically, they also know that it would impact their profit line.
S'why they have no intention of doing it.
Easier to focus on product and brand fans. Hence Superleague.
So yes. Forgive me if I do a big thread about watching the light of one of the few remaining legit community clubs in the top flight blink out.
I do care that the Saudis chop up journalists.
But I care about this too. Because it is the slow death of football, a community I love
And every time something like this happens, I'm reminded of the fact that I have been to just one Arsenal game in the last four years, and struggle to get passionate about watching any top flight football anymore.
And that is a gap in my heart I don't want to see Geordies have.
I'm super lucky. I've got Orient. Everything I lost at top flight, I at least still have there.
I can still get part of my community fix elsewhere, even if my heart is incomplete.
Newcastle fans are different. One city. One club. That's about to become a weakness not a strength
Oh, and as a final BBC TV style note:
If you, or someone you know, has experienced the pain or loss of seeing your local top-flight club become a brand, then do swing by and join us at Orient if you're in London.
All the community, and plenty of sympathy from other two-teamers!
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A quick follow up to highlight one of the hundreds of tiny tragedies.
So on 8th October a family set out together on a journey. Their son had been approved for an emigration visa to the US, and they were off to Southampton (via London) together.
Now I should explain at this point that one OTHER way Harrow is unique for an accident at that time is that we don't just have the accident report. We have a LOT of the original supporting documents.
This includes scrawled patient lists, police notes from the scene etc.
As a sidebar, it's worth noting that we only have these because of another piece of luck:
They were chucked in a skip during a big cleanout at the RAIB in the 70s. But someone there realised they were historically important and pulled them out.
I don't know how to make it clearer than that. I am default, videogame NPC looking motherfucker. And most of my later life heroes are women I should have heard about, as a kid, and didn't.
That makes me beyond angry. I was robbed.
And we need to stop that happening for boys now
It's not fucking woke. It's not "liberal".
It's just basic fucking facts.
I was brought up to believe I should be the best person I should be. And sexism robbed me of so many examples of how I can be that. And it made me think I wasn't allowed female heroes.
You can see from the picture just how awful it was. Made worse by old wooden carriages splintering on impact, and carriages crushing up under the bridge at H&W, which still bears scars today.
But after the disaster two pieces of luck: Who was on the train, and where it happened
And yes I know he's a trained lawyer. I know his parents worked hard to get where they did.
But that doesn't stop Raab being a beneficiary of privilege. In the same way I am for various reasons. My parents were working class. They worked HARD to give me a chance to be middle.
And, like Raab, I'm a generic, white British male. Which brings with it a whole RANGE of boosts in life.
But that's why it fucking infuriates me when people like Raab see any discussion of this as an attack on them.
Did an awful lot of research onto the background of this appearance for the article i never wrote on Rod Hull/Emu and the fridge-throw
Something to note: this was Pryor's first TV interview since his near-death accident. Everyone around him was walking on metaphorical eggshells.
Pryor insisted he was fine (although he was heavily scared under the layers of makeup), but was still struggling to get himself back into a normal place (or as normal as it ever got for him).
ELIZABETH: Big Liz calling Admiral. Big Liz to Admiral. Squawk.
ANNE: Admiral Squawking.
ELIZABETH: Pigs on the 25 and a bear in the air. No knowledge.
ANNE: Roger Roger. Going high.
ELIZABETH: Stick Mimms rondey.
ANNE: Rog. Two bars out.
ELIZABETH: Clear roads
ANNE: Clear roads
HAMMOND: I can't fucking believe you talked me into this.
GRAYLING: It's fun! And I needed a driver's mate
HAMMOND: It's not fun Chris. I'm only doing this because it's the only way I'm getting to a Calais beermart
GRAYLING: Want to try the CB?
HAMMOND: No
GRAYLING: You meet all sorts on the road you know.
HAMMOND: Oh I'm sure.
GRAYLING: All sorts.
HAMMOND:
GRAYLING:
HAMMOND:
GRAYLING: I one saw Matt Hancock in a layby. He was-
HAMMOND <interrupting>: DO NOT fucking finish that sentence Chris, I swear to god.