Lads. Oh, lads.

Let me create a picture for you : Newcastle are 2-0 down in the second half against Derby. There have been offsides, blatant dives, tackles, utterly blind refs and linesmen, one send-off, a denied penalty, rather wondrous passing and attempts at goal on both sides, terrible defence of goal on our side, etc, etc. It's been a good game. And then...

Shearer (ours) and Lee (theirs, used to play for us) are running, watching the ball and... not looking where they're going. Smack *face first* into each other, go down on the ground. The cameras show them both on the ground in obvious pain, blood everywhere, all over their faces. Both ferried off the field. Shearer has a broken nose, Lee's got a cut near his eye and one on his forehead, and both need stitches.

You just couldn't script moments like that, really.

We came back and won 3-2 after that, though. Two of them offside, but the linesmen were blind that day and Lua-Lua did a triple backflip to celebrate the winning goal. We likes Lua-Lua, we does.

Though you wouldn't believe the kick Michael Owen got to the midriff during the Liverpool - Sunderland match. Nice goal from him, though.

:sniffle: I wanted to be Mandy....

What Velvet Goldmine character are you?

But still, I get to shag Ewan Macgregor. no bad there. :g:

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If I were a sappy movie ballad, I would be Who Ya Gonna Call from Ghostbusters I am a cry for love trapped inside the body of a comedic song. "I can't do this on my own, please help me," intermixed with messages of an "invisible" (i.e., never there) man in your bed. What sappy movie ballad are you?