Who'd be a Geordie?


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This thing about geordies and mags (i.e. Shields). As soon as the 'sporting club newcastle' and geordie nation' patter came on the scene, as far as i'm concerned, shields' R&W fans became sandy's not geordies.

My extended family in the Chopwell and Consett area likewise.

Not Sandy's like, but you know what I mean :-D
 
This thing about geordies and mags (i.e. Shields). As soon as the 'sporting club newcastle' and geordie nation' patter came on the scene, as far as i'm concerned, shields' R&W fans became sandy's not geordies.
Spot on tbf but it was forced in a way. This is because the post mag 92 fans thought that anyone who was a Geordie was automatically a mag fan. You could tell them until you were blue in the face but it just wouldn't register so we just ended up saying we were Sandies when they called us Mackems. Saying that plenty of Mackems have called me a mag because I live in Shields as well. The amount of people in Shields who all of a sudden became lifelong mag fans was embarrassing to say the least:oops:
 
Sunderland 1 Newcastle United 4, Stadium of Shite, 17/Apr/06, Att: 40,032.

Never to be forgotten. If the Mackems were a shambles the last time we’d held our noses and took the trip to Southwick, it was nothing compared to this side led by footballing genius and placca hard man gobshite Kevin Ball. The Mackems treat Ball with the same deference that we show to the likes of Ferdinand and Beardsley – he’s basically the best midfielder that has played for them in the past 50 years. We’re still waiting for him to keep true to his promise of joining up if this country ever went to war. Well, gan on then soft-cock!

Anyway, I digress. This was something else. Hysterically, they went into the break one up through Hoyte and held on until the hour until we witnessed the most spectacular capitulation in a derby match ever (this season included). In the space of five minutes we had turned the game round to go 3-1 up – a comical goal from Chopra and a mazy run and shot from N’Zogbia were sandwiched by Shearer’s last ever goal for United. The Mackems view his injury as some sort of victory in this game, failing to see that they provided the most poetic finish possibly imaginable for a superlative career – the winner, in front of his adoring fans at the home of his bitterest rivals. Perfect. Sides had to be stitched when joke figure Albert Luque ran the length of the pitch to chip the keeper to put the gloss on a beautiful day. Oh, and they had beaten their own farcical record low on the points front as well. We’ll meet again. Bless ‘em.

Desert Island Disc – ‘One nil down, four one up....’
 
Sunderland 1 Newcastle United 4, Stadium of Shite, 17/Apr/06, Att: 40,032.

Never to be forgotten. If the Mackems were a shambles the last time we’d held our noses and took the trip to Southwick, it was nothing compared to this side led by footballing genius and placca hard man gobshite Kevin Ball. The Mackems treat Ball with the same deference that we show to the likes of Ferdinand and Beardsley – he’s basically the best midfielder that has played for them in the past 50 years. We’re still waiting for him to keep true to his promise of joining up if this country ever went to war. Well, gan on then soft-cock!

Anyway, I digress. This was something else. Hysterically, they went into the break one up through Hoyte and held on until the hour until we witnessed the most spectacular capitulation in a derby match ever (this season included). In the space of five minutes we had turned the game round to go 3-1 up – a comical goal from Chopra and a mazy run and shot from N’Zogbia were sandwiched by Shearer’s last ever goal for United. The Mackems view his injury as some sort of victory in this game, failing to see that they provided the most poetic finish possibly imaginable for a superlative career – the winner, in front of his adoring fans at the home of his bitterest rivals. Perfect. Sides had to be stitched when joke figure Albert Luque ran the length of the pitch to chip the keeper to put the gloss on a beautiful day. Oh, and they had beaten their own farcical record low on the points front as well. We’ll meet again. Bless ‘em.

Desert Island Disc – ‘One nil down, four one up....’

I hope you die. I really do
 
Sunderland 1 Newcastle United 4, Stadium of Shite, 17/Apr/06, Att: 40,032.

Never to be forgotten. If the Mackems were a shambles the last time we’d held our noses and took the trip to Southwick, it was nothing compared to this side led by footballing genius and placca hard man gobshite Kevin Ball. The Mackems treat Ball with the same deference that we show to the likes of Ferdinand and Beardsley – he’s basically the best midfielder that has played for them in the past 50 years. We’re still waiting for him to keep true to his promise of joining up if this country ever went to war. Well, gan on then soft-cock!

Anyway, I digress. This was something else. Hysterically, they went into the break one up through Hoyte and held on until the hour until we witnessed the most spectacular capitulation in a derby match ever (this season included). In the space of five minutes we had turned the game round to go 3-1 up – a comical goal from Chopra and a mazy run and shot from N’Zogbia were sandwiched by Shearer’s last ever goal for United. The Mackems view his injury as some sort of victory in this game, failing to see that they provided the most poetic finish possibly imaginable for a superlative career – the winner, in front of his adoring fans at the home of his bitterest rivals. Perfect. Sides had to be stitched when joke figure Albert Luque ran the length of the pitch to chip the keeper to put the gloss on a beautiful day. Oh, and they had beaten their own farcical record low on the points front as well. We’ll meet again. Bless ‘em.

Desert Island Disc – ‘One nil down, four one up....’

best moment of the season for me , missed his testimonial and then led you to relegation a few years later, great stuff
 
Sunderland 1 Newcastle United 4, Stadium of Shite, 17/Apr/06, Att: 40,032.

Never to be forgotten. If the Mackems were a shambles the last time we’d held our noses and took the trip to Southwick, it was nothing compared to this side led by footballing genius and placca hard man gobshite Kevin Ball. The Mackems treat Ball with the same deference that we show to the likes of Ferdinand and Beardsley – he’s basically the best midfielder that has played for them in the past 50 years. We’re still waiting for him to keep true to his promise of joining up if this country ever went to war. Well, gan on then soft-cock!

Anyway, I digress. This was something else. Hysterically, they went into the break one up through Hoyte and held on until the hour until we witnessed the most spectacular capitulation in a derby match ever (this season included). In the space of five minutes we had turned the game round to go 3-1 up – a comical goal from Chopra and a mazy run and shot from N’Zogbia were sandwiched by Shearer’s last ever goal for United. The Mackems view his injury as some sort of victory in this game, failing to see that they provided the most poetic finish possibly imaginable for a superlative career – the winner, in front of his adoring fans at the home of his bitterest rivals. Perfect. Sides had to be stitched when joke figure Albert Luque ran the length of the pitch to chip the keeper to put the gloss on a beautiful day. Oh, and they had beaten their own farcical record low on the points front as well. We’ll meet again. Bless ‘em.

Desert Island Disc – ‘One nil down, four one up....’

Die.
 
Sunderland 1 Newcastle United 4, Stadium of Shite, 17/Apr/06, Att: 40,032.

Never to be forgotten. If the Mackems were a shambles the last time we’d held our noses and took the trip to Southwick, it was nothing compared to this side led by footballing genius and placca hard man gobshite Kevin Ball. The Mackems treat Ball with the same deference that we show to the likes of Ferdinand and Beardsley – he’s basically the best midfielder that has played for them in the past 50 years. We’re still waiting for him to keep true to his promise of joining up if this country ever went to war. Well, gan on then soft-cock!

Anyway, I digress. This was something else. Hysterically, they went into the break one up through Hoyte and held on until the hour until we witnessed the most spectacular capitulation in a derby match ever (this season included). In the space of five minutes we had turned the game round to go 3-1 up – a comical goal from Chopra and a mazy run and shot from N’Zogbia were sandwiched by Shearer’s last ever goal for United. The Mackems view his injury as some sort of victory in this game, failing to see that they provided the most poetic finish possibly imaginable for a superlative career – the winner, in front of his adoring fans at the home of his bitterest rivals. Perfect. Sides had to be stitched when joke figure Albert Luque ran the length of the pitch to chip the keeper to put the gloss on a beautiful day. Oh, and they had beaten their own farcical record low on the points front as well. We’ll meet again. Bless ‘em.

Desert Island Disc – ‘One nil down, four one up....’


Firstly, I would like to say that regardless of age, profession, place of birth and all the other shite you've spouted, are a complete ****. Frankly I cant believe that you managed to research something and post it correctly (well, slightly sexed up for your lube requirements) on here - an ability somewhat lacking with your obvious knowledge in the history of the black cats. To be honest its quite sad that you're using up what precious short life we have to 'gloat' on a SUNDERLAND message board about the only time in your life you've managed to get an errection worthy of interupting the wifes therapy sessions. You dont have any mates here in cyberspace either so why not just pack it in trying to act the hard man and make some friends on your level (maybe the chaps you hang out with at court in their shell suits?)

And secondly to all you other bassads ;) i would consider myself a geordie from Gateshead (my town) and newcastle my city. Sunderland however is my club, has been since roker and will be until my coffin is lowered draped in a david milliband poster in a sunderland shirt with a banana. about 90% of my mates are mags (and the majority geordie) but we're not all deluded tits..

rant over. STID
 
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Sunderland 1 Newcastle United 4, Stadium of Shite, 17/Apr/06, Att: 40,032.

Never to be forgotten. If the Mackems were a shambles the last time we’d held our noses and took the trip to Southwick, it was nothing compared to this side led by footballing genius and placca hard man gobshite Kevin Ball. The Mackems treat Ball with the same deference that we show to the likes of Ferdinand and Beardsley – he’s basically the best midfielder that has played for them in the past 50 years. We’re still waiting for him to keep true to his promise of joining up if this country ever went to war. Well, gan on then soft-cock!

Anyway, I digress. This was something else. Hysterically, they went into the break one up through Hoyte and held on until the hour until we witnessed the most spectacular capitulation in a derby match ever (this season included). In the space of five minutes we had turned the game round to go 3-1 up – a comical goal from Chopra and a mazy run and shot from N’Zogbia were sandwiched by Shearer’s last ever goal for United. The Mackems view his injury as some sort of victory in this game, failing to see that they provided the most poetic finish possibly imaginable for a superlative career – the winner, in front of his adoring fans at the home of his bitterest rivals. Perfect. Sides had to be stitched when joke figure Albert Luque ran the length of the pitch to chip the keeper to put the gloss on a beautiful day. Oh, and they had beaten their own farcical record low on the points front as well. We’ll meet again. Bless ‘em.

Desert Island Disc – ‘One nil down, four one up....’

Are you still shoving crayons up your sister's arse?
 
Some Mackem Bits - the things they say ...

“Newcastle Are Going Straight Back Down”

“6 Points for Sunderland!”

“Andy Carroll Is Shite!”

“I Wouldn’t Swap Darren Bent For Andy Carroll”

“Kevin Nolan Is Shite”

“And So Is Joey Barton”

"nobody likes you"

“’ere man, Bruce ya Geordie coont”

“We’ll Murder Them At SJP”

“We’ll get our revenge on 16/Jan/11”

“shouting from the rooftops, baby I’m ready to guh”

Fuckin Whoppers!
 
Some Mackem Bits - the things they say ...

“Newcastle Are Going Straight Back Down”

“6 Points for Sunderland!”

“Andy Carroll Is Shite!”

“I Wouldn’t Swap Darren Bent For Andy Carroll”

“Kevin Nolan Is Shite”

“And So Is Joey Barton”

"nobody likes you"

“’ere man, Bruce ya Geordie coont”

“We’ll Murder Them At SJP”

“We’ll get our revenge on 16/Jan/11”

“shouting from the rooftops, baby I’m ready to guh”

Fuckin Whoppers!

The first three are all true, imo.

Nobody from Sunderland speaks like they're from Ashington, cock breath.
 
Firstly, I would like to say that regardless of age, profession, place of birth and all the other shite you've spouted, are a complete ****. Frankly I cant believe that you managed to research something and post it correctly (well, slightly sexed up for your lube requirements) on here - an ability somewhat lacking with your obvious knowledge in the history of the black cats. To be honest its quite sad that you're using up what precious short life we have to 'gloat' on a SUNDERLAND message board about the only time in your life you've managed to get an errection worthy of interupting the wifes therapy sessions. You dont have any mates here in cyberspace either so why not just pack it in trying to act the hard man and make some friends on your level (maybe the chaps you hang out with at court in their shell suits?)

And secondly to all you other bassads i would consider myself a geordie from Gateshead (my town) and newcastle my city. Sunderland however is my club, has been since roker and will be until my coffin is lowered draped in a david milliband poster in a sunderland shirt with a banana. about 90% of my mates are mags (and the majority geordie) but we're not all deluded tits..

rant over. STID

I make more money than thee :lol:
:oops:
Commit suicide now :idea:
:oops:
 
The first three are all true, imo.

Nobody from Sunderland speaks like they're from Ashington, cock breath.

The lad's useless at this isn't he?

He comes on trying to wind people up but winds heself up and ends up looking daft ............ why does he do it?
 
The lad's useless at this isn't he?

He comes on trying to wind people up but winds heself up and ends up looking daft ............ why does he do it?

Maybe it turns him on? He's probably having the biggest, most satisfying wank of his life as I type.
 
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