MAG FLEES MAJORCA - AS THE SUN SETS
By Brian Hall
Saturday 16 Jul 2011 08:31:00
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True to form, my return hyem did not quite go according to plans. Geordie, one of our exiles, gave me a lift to a train station, waved me off, and told me to give my regards to his Tyneside homeland. Desination Palma all took place smoothy. Then, a major factor emerged - namely, I had miscalculated my budget, which meant, in effect, that I could not afford accomodation. Weh, not the first time I have ever had to spend a night in a big foreign city. Other factors had also came into play. No mobile credit, or very little, and most definitely, time to stay awake all night - I might have had very little money on me, but given my rucksack with passport inside, along with NUFC top outside on my torso, I stood out like a sore thumb.

 

As the situation dawned on me, it was a case of Survival in Palma - no cards on me, by the way. The main square was canny, except the unemployed demonstrators were back, and it was surrounded by police. They were aalreet, the young demonstrators that is, but the police did not look too welcoming.  The bar around the corner was though, albeit with my limited budget. It was full of anti-fascists, and the crack was fine. Even the NUFC got mentioned, when they saw the shirt.

 

Things started to turn sour though, as I made my way around the city centre. Canny skint, but very canny awake, as I had to be. The obligatory mugging attempt took place, but my Spanish swearwords helped out on that one. A stay outside a little cafe then saw a dodgy couple ask me if I could buy them a bacardi and coke. Again, the Geordie response was needed, as I had nee money to do so, and they were certainly not asking nicely.

 

Aye, time to flee, but not time to get the flight to flee. 

 

As I counted the clock, at least a bus to the airport was due, so it was duly hopped on. The Sun had long since set, and was still not showing signs of rising, but that mattered little. Best to hole up at the aeropuerto, eh. But the story was far from over. Due to a  printing balls up, I had no boarding card - a call hyem sorted out the payment for it being printed, after a very complicated discussion. On the plane at last, and later flying into old Northumbria, I may not have seen the Tyne Bridge, but it felt like I had.

 

Only one more problem awaited. I had 2 pounds on me, and was totally knackered. That feeling you have after a very, very long away match. Jumped in a taxi, and hoped, prayed , that my Lass would be in - other contingency plans were considered. She was in, and the journey was over, with transport from Newcastle airport duly paid for. Time to catch up on what had been happening during my exile. That will take another blog, to say the least, in terms of  life in Heaton, and also in terms of NUFC of course.

 

Except to say 2 things. Mr Ashley was about to have bother getting 2 of our players to the USA - typical forward planning. I felt kind of reassured, in a dark way, that nowt had changed back hyem. And joy returned as our Sun was in full form, but the Murdoch Sun was on the brink of disaster. Blog followers know my views on that crap - that Empire, with its Sun, was clearly about to set. How sad!! 

 

Far more to come, both from Spanish tales all the way to daily life back in Toon, just to help any readers get to sleep, but for the moment, time to relax, after the Mag Flight from Majorca.

 

              One last thought though. SKY may gan down the pan quicker than we thought - and all that goes with it in terms of our game. Football might now get real, and we might just get our game back as the Murdochs sail off into the SunSet

 

 

        ADIOS, ESPANA...............................ADIOS, LOS MURDOCHS............................AND HOPEFULLY, ADIOS TO MR ASHLEY, LLAMBIAS, AND YOUR MATES, WHO ARE TEMPORARILY IN CHARGE OF OUR CLUB. WE WILL ALL BE SAYING HOLA, HELLO, TO THE BLACK AND  WHITE STRIPES, LONG AFTER YOU HAVE GONE.

 

 

Finally, finally. can we all share a thought for a fanatic Mag, one of our tribe, who has had to come up from the South for the burial of his Mam in North Shields. Dekka is his name. One of us. Puts it all into perspective, eh.



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