Whilst Big Al suns himself in the Carribean, and Big Mike chows down with the Chow Mein in Hong Kong, Big Sam kicks off his boots and puts on his slippers to watch (like the rest of us) with a degree of vicarious pleasure, the unfolding farce of Newcastle searching for a new manager. But it’s all a Big Balls-Up, as per usual.
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Rigor Mortis sets in on the search for a new Messiah.
By GeordieMessiah On Sun 13 Jan 2008 | (Have Your Say: 10 Comments)
So… just what is Michael “Owen” us?
By GeordieMessiah On Fri 25 May 2007 | (Have Your Say: 18 Comments)
When SFX decided to “park†their prized possession, Michael Owen, at St James’ Park way back in summer 2005, it was doubtless with some glee that they shook hands with one of the most gormless Chairmen even to grace a football club, and secured a legendarily bumper contract for Owen (and themselves), riddled with escape clauses that now leer menacingly at Freddie Shepherd.
