Beef Bagel

If, like me, your first thought when you switched on your computer this morning was, “Where the hell is Wingate?” then you will be relieved to hear that it’s a stones Little Aaron cross away from the Lane. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, we’re talking stadium moves.

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Welcome to the lunchtime flurry and the fourth international bagel sprint begging the question, “Just how much can he type in the under an hour or so he’s got?” And we’re off.

It’s been a bloody strange footballing time, I tell you. I’ve never felt so out of touch as I did on the train back from Newport yesterday morning opening the paper to read how we’d done at Blackburn two days earlier. Now, I’ve made it to MOTD before, once or twice, but to not to read the results in the paper was a very strange experience, slightly snuffed by the disappointment on draw. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t expecting to see a Spurs win and I’m perfectly happy with 1-1 but it’s not exactly dramatic now is it?

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I wasn’t going to bother with the Ramos quotes plastered all over yesterday’s pages because they seemed to ring of the same old crap. I don’t mean Ramos’s old crap. Juande’s a clever guy, he doesn’t talk crap and even if he did you could hardly be bored of hearing it after only half a season.

No, the same old crap I’m talking about is the old crap spoken by managers in general. It goes a little something like this…

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It’s been feeling like that terrible time when we lost to Man City. You know the game I’m talking about. Not the dirty, helpless, sick, sick feeling that sat like a stone in stomach, but the way that everyone seems to know about it. People with whom I never talk football - and that’s saying something for The Bagel - keep asking, “So what happened on Sunday?”

As much as I may not want to be reminded of it on a daily basis, in a way, I suppose it’s a good thing. It’s the shock. People are shocked we lost 4-1, at home to useless Newcastle. Now, we know it’s a shock but it’s good to see that the rest of the world thinks so too. We’re seen as a strong outfit, a team to be feared, as well we should be, and at least are public humiliation at the weekend is evidence that we have some pride to dent. Newcastle are not having a good season, but it’s still Newcastle. It’s not as if we lost to Derby.

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