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Newcastle, Newcastle

joe morris

Friday, March 21st, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So the Geordie boys have done it
Finally, at long last
Climbing aboard the winners
Victorious podium
Acclaimed Carabao Cup winners
We feared it would never happen
Ever again
Rejected, snubbed and denounced
Mocked and locked out
After 70 years of striving
And scuffling, agonising
Over and over again
Not a single trophy to
Claim as their own
But now it’s happened
Just desserts
Justice is seen to be done
Revenge for 1974
When Liverpool owned the show
And delivered that
Devastating blow
When Kevin Keegan and John Toshack
In a grand striking collaboration
Laid waste to Joe Harvey’s Newcastle
Were demolished by a red tidal wave
51 years later and the sea shore is kinder
It’s away the lads
And the world becomes black and white
Not so monochrome now
But a Cup in their hands
Not the jug eared one
Of FA Cup denomination
But Hardaker’s old League Cup
Still, in the perception of some
Charming fruit bowl
Adorned with football ribbons
And then Dan Burn leaps like
The proverbial salmon
And heads home
The winner
Oh yes that’ll do
Nothing remotely fishy
Or suspicious about that one
Ignore VAR perfectly legit
A golden amber sunset
Flickers gloriously into view
Shimmering seductively on
The Wembley horizon
Tyneside will celebrate for
The next 70 years
Be sure, it will
The neutral salutes you
Newcastle, after all
Those buried hands and
Tantalising teeth gnashing
Melancholy by the Fog of the Tyne
Gazza’s tears and tomfoolery
Brown ale now the sweetest Chianti
Hilarity and smiles wreathing
The St James Park terraces
Gleaming garlands of glad tidings
Ant and Dec besides themselves
Hugging each other
And everything in sight
Celebrations with strangers
Wembley becomes a Geordie haven
North London morphs into North East
And then Alan Shearer
Who was one of their own
Lights up like a flash bulb
No more sepia tinted memories
Of Wor Jackie Milburn,
Bobby Mitchell and the Robledo brothers
Supermac Malcolm Macdonald
Sulking and skulking away
In 1974 after threatening to
Take Liverpool to the cleaners
Oh no, – not now
Newcastle reincarnated, reborn
Back on the map
Recovery and recuperation complete
No more wandering in the wilderness
It’s Newcastle, Newcastle
Newcastle Newcastle
They’ve done it, you know
Champagne by the crate
It’s a trophy
And how we know it.

Notes

So Newcastle finally win a domestic trophy after a 70 year drought- Carabao Cup winners over Liverpool.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/newcastle-newcastle/

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