Thursday, May 06, 2004

God's footballer stands on the doorstep.

Friends will be arriving in a couple of hours.

Tonight is a big night.

Newcastle play Marseille in the UEFA Cup Semi Final.

We are real underdogs. We have an injury list that includes five of our best players including the irreplaceable Bellamy and Woodgate.

It means so much to this city to win this game. I am so proud to come from Newcastle upon Tyne and it seems that, if there is a God, then Newcastle will win. We deserve this. We have been loyal for so long with no reward.

Newcastle is a city with a huge sense of pride. The love for our football team is unconditional. Just as well because we have nothing to show for it in the way of silverware.

We are managed by Sir Bobby Robson. He's 70 and the last of the footballing gents. This could be his last chance to win silverware with the club he supported as a boy.

Then there is fellow Geordie and captain Alan Shearer. He's nearing retirement too. Both Bobby and Alan are men you can only admire. They deserve to win something.

Tonight we will be represented by a patched up team. But, if they have half the pride in wearing their shirt as the fans do, then I know we will be okay.

Come on. Do it for the Toon Army.

Love, light and peace,


I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care.