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Gallowgate Cult Heroes, number 11: David Kelly

David Kelly changed my life. With one sweep of his right foot he changed the fortunes of Newcastle United and more or less saved them from writing the darkest chapter in their entire history. In doing so, he changed my life. And in doing so he might just have changed the life of yourself or someone you know.

David ‘Ned’ Kelly was signed from Leicester City for £250,000 in December 1991. He would go on to make 70 appearances across 3 seasons on Tyneside, scoring 35 goals.

We were in deep trouble when Kelly signed. This was the 1991-1992 season, infamous for how close we came to dropping into the third tier of English football. Kelly was signed by Ossie Ardiles, but ended the season under Kevin Keegan, scoring 11 crucial goals that would help us get just far enough up the table to avoid the drop by a whisker. It was a close run thing though!

Kelly was a workhouse of a striker, a willing runner and a chaser of lost causes. He wasn’t without ability, was blessed with a little bit of pace and had scored goals wherever he’d been; just what we needed at this time in our history.

The goal that changed the course of Newcastle United history was obviously a memorable one. Anyone who was at St. James’ Park that day will tell you. We played Portsmouth at home in the old second division and were desperate for a win. Keegan’s Newcastle made all the running that day, but with 5 minutes remaining it looked like we wouldn’t be able to make the breakthrough. And then it happened.

Keeper Tommy Wright threw out to Ray Ranson on the right side of the pitch in our own half and he advanced a little before launching a long ball up the middle. Kelly glanced it on to Micky Quinn who saw his strike partner going for the return and hooked the ball into his path. Meeting it on the bounce, Kelly lashed at it on the half volley from just inside the box at the Gallowgate and the keeper didn’t get near it as it rocketed into the top corner! Cue bedlam, mayhem, limbs, whatever you want to refer to it as.

I’d travelled up from university that day and was in the Gallowgate on my own. I felt physically sick at the prospect of us slipping into division 3 and had hated every second of the match. But as the ball hit the net, the place erupted. I don’t remember a huge amount; just being lifted off my feet in the chaos, screaming with sheer relief. The place was just a swell of joy; nobody who was there will ever forget the significance of what had just happened.

We would go to Leicester on the following weekend knowing that barring a disastrous series of results elsewhere, we would stay up. We won and Kelly was confronted on the pitch by angry Leicester fans who had raced on from the stands as we got the winner.

I met Kelly that summer in a pub in Cramlington. He was just sat at the bar with a mate, totally unassuming in a purple shell suit. I was loathe to make a tool of myself but still felt I had to say thanks for that goal. Kelly received my gratitude with a little bit of bemusement, clearly thinking that he’d done nothing special. I hope he knows the truth.

History shows that we were then promoted to the new, shiny Premier League in the following season and Kelly played his part then too. In a memorable season that ended with us as Second Division champions, Kelly was top scorer with 28 goals. Most notably, he scored the goal that clinched promotion in the 90th minute of a win away at Grimsby when it felt like three quarters of the crowd were geordies. He then went on to score a hat-trick as we walloped Leicester 7-1 at home in the final game of the season. It felt like the Kelly/Cole partnership were about the reap havoc in the Premier League. And then Kelly was sold.

Keegan decided to bring back Peter Beardsley from Everton and Kelly was sacrificed, heading to Wolves. ‘Ned’ would never be forgotten though and the love he found from those at St. James’ Park was still strong, even when he’d clearly had enough of proper football and signed for Sunderland. In fact, when he returned with the mackems a few years later Kelly was given a standing ovation as he took the field as a sub. A remarkable, instinctive and quite beautiful show of appreciation for a man who, you might just say, played a big part in saving the club.

David Kelly, take a bow.

Five Things That Made Me Smile: December and January.

Confession time. I had so much to smile about over Christmas, New Year and in January that my title is now somewhat lacking in the truth. So while I call this series of blogs ‘5 Things That Made Me Smile’, this one has a few more. Call them a Christmas bonus, if you will.

Christmas. The first thing that made me smile was Christmas itself. I love Christmas and always have done. It still feels kind of magical, even at my age. I love giving and receiving presents, seeing our decorations and also the efforts made by others around the town where I live or wherever I might be visiting. I love going home to see family and old friends I love Christmas television and always find myself watching old films that I haven’t seen for years. I love the fact that at some point I can just switch off, forget about work, forget about problems and even forget about what day it is! There’s loads to love about Christmas and it never fails to make me smile.

The first term in my new job. I started a new job in September at an all boys school and it’s been very demanding, but also lots of fun. It’s nice working in a school in the lead up to Christmas as everyone, regardless of whether or not they celebrate it, gets excited. This year though, what with the new job and some family illness thrown in for good measure, I was pretty much exhausted by the time the term came to an end. I’m enjoying my role though, so there’s every reason to smile.

A Shooting Star. There was a lot of talk of various planets being visible to the naked eye in the skies over Yorkshire during January. So, one night, when I noticed that the sky was incredibly clear and I was sure that the big orange star that I could see was Venus (it wasn’t!), I took my camera outside to try and get some decent photographs. I failed miserably and came back in. Then something told me to turn around and go back. When I did, almost immediately a shooting star whizzed past left to right, directly in front of my house. I’ve haven’t seen one since I was in my teens and it made my night, so this was definitely something to smile about.

Gavin and Stacey. This Christmas saw the final ever episode of Gavin and Stacey. If you don’t know of it, Gavin and Stacey is a popular comedy drama on the BBC. The previous episode, another Christmas special, had been 5 years ago, so this one was much anticipated. It’s fair to say that it was worth the wait. I won’t bore you with the details or spoil the surprise if you intend to watch it, but it certainly didn’t disappoint. The star of the show, James Corden, has become a bit of a marmite figure over the years, but personally I haven’t got a problem with him. As Smithy, he plays an excellent part and it’s him and Nessa (Ruth Jones) that this one revolves around. There was a lot to like about this final ever episode, as several storylines from over the years were finally tied up. And the ending was pretty much perfect. All in all then, a lot to laugh – and smile – about!

Not a snow day, but a snow week! Just to be clear, I love my job. But whenever we get a snow day, such is their rarity, it’s nothing short of a cause for celebration! So when it snowed quite heavily here in early January my hopes were up. By the Monday though, just as the new term was starting, I was up out of bed and getting ready for work. However, when I checked my phone, it said that school was closed. And when it happened again the next day, I was delighted. And you can probably imagine my state of mind when on the Wednesday we were told that we’d be closed for the rest of the week! I was setting work online for around 7.30 every morning and checking my laptop for any questions or queries from students throughout the day, but really, my time was my own. I’ve never had a three week Christmas break before, and probably won’t get one again, so this was truly special!

Walk, walk, walk. The aforementioned snow week meant that on a couple of occasions I could walk my daughter to work when she had an early start. I’m not one for lying in bed, it wasn’t a problem and when it was dark and icy it was nice to know I could just be a dad and make sure that she was safe. On a couple of occasions it was lovely and sunny and so once she was at work I just kept on walking. Plenty of exercise, loads of fresh air and everywhere I went looking that little bit better because it was blanketed in snow!

First run of the year. I’d spent about a month before and during the Christmas period suffering with a flu type bug. It really took it out of me and meant that I couldn’t get out and run. So, when I was able to get out a day before the snow and ice struck it felt fantastic. I only ran a 5k and didn’t push myself too hard, but after a month of feeling terrible, it was just brilliant to be able to get around my route! I’m gradually building up my distances again as I have races in March, April, May and June, so I’m determined to be in the best shape. That little 5k was hopefully the start of a good year of running and definitely a reason to allow myself a bit of a smile.

A wireless pacemaker. The final thing that made me smile came from the news. I read an article about the development of a wireless pacemaker that’s smaller than a triple A battery. Apparently it’s been described as a ‘game changer’ for heart patients. There are two devices that ‘talk to each other’ and keep the heart beating normally. Amazing stuff! It can also be fitted via a vein in your leg, meaning a lot less risk of infection and no ugly chest scarring. Who knows, maybe I’ll have one when mine gets changed in about 8 years time? Or maybe there’ll be even more developments by then?

All in all, it was a great Christmas period. Work even managed to extend it quite a way into January as well. What’s not to like about that?

NUFC: The January transfer window? Feels like a waste of time!

In his poem The Wasteland, T.S. Elliot tells us that April is the cruellest month. It’s a reference to depression and suicide rates. And while I’m a bit of a fan of the poem, I’m afraid I’m beginning to disagree with Elliot’s assertion about April. Surely, in a world of PSR frustrations, January is miles more cruel for us Newcastle fans.

Of course, I’m being a bit dramatic, but I’d defy anyone to tell me that January in Toon terms isn’t at the very least an enormous pain in the arse.

There are many reasons for this, the chief one being those three dreaded letters…PSR. The ludicrous financial fair play rules that make it practically impossible to achieve anything close to fair play. That is of course unless you have to be one of a clutch of clubs that the whole system was designed to favour in the first place. Or that you’re just Chelsea.

In summer, our spending was rendered almost pointless as PSR forced us to sell two bright talents in Elliot Anderson and Yankuba Minteh, two players who would have almost certainly been in and around the first team for these last 5 months and then for years to come. Frankly, we’d all rather have kept Anderson than gained Odysseas Vlachodimos, as funny as his name might be. In fact, it might be argued that Anderson was a better third choice keeper than the Greek, given that he’s barely had a look in during his time at the club. Put simply, what Anderson and Minteh offered was well worth keeping and the rules shouldn’t be dictating that kind of decision when a club simply doesn’t have the financial need to have to make it. Nor should the rules be used against clubs resulting in weakening squads.

The argument about our ‘richest owners in world football’ has been done to death and there’s no point crying about it here, but it’s safe to say that PSR isn’t the thing that’s keeping us financially safe. And that’s the case for many other clubs too. While clubs being in financial trouble is no joke given their status at the heart of many communities, how many have actually gone out of business? Not many in the grand scheme of things and when you are as financially independent as we are and as responsible with spending, PSR is irrelevant.

Face it, PSR is the ruin of the transfer window, a death knell not just for ridiculous spending that clubs can’t afford, but in many cases just spending of any kind. The majority of clubs won’t spend anything because of the PSR deadline in June! It makes the January transfer window almost obsolete and with that begins to threaten the Premier League’s grand claim of being the best league in the world. Clubs can’t buy anyone in order to help change their fortunes, which only goes to add more weight to the anti-competition accusations. In Newcastle United terms, it makes the wealth of our owners just another frustration and helps make January in particular, the cruellest month. To use an idiom, we’re all dressed up with nowhere to go.

Things get worse when you look at the spending of other clubs. As I write, Manchester City – with 115 charges still against them in terms of previous spending, by the way – have so far spent £122m. And I know that their turnover is far higher than ours…but still. Villa have spent money and continue to be linked with players, Spurs have spent money and it looks like there will be more, Ipswich have spent £20m and even Bournemouth, Wolves and Southampton have spent a bit. And there will be more, you can bet. PSRwise, how does this work?

Meanwhile, we’re told time and again that it will be very unlikely that we’ll spend money, despite players being moved on. The reasoning that we’re saving it until summer doesn’t fill me with much hope either. I’ve heard it before. We’ve all heard it before. And given our actual financial situation, it’s all the more frustrating.

Then we get to Chelsea, who so far this January haven’t spent a penny. But they will. And if it was just because they have a huge turnover, that would be ok. But we all know that it’s not. So far, the Premier League have sanctioned the selling of two of their hotels to themselves as well as the sale of their women’s team…to themselves. It doesn’t fill you with much confidence about the whole cartel argument and the way that the Premier League seems to look the other way as Chelsea take the piss. And we could cast our eyes Manchester United’s way for similar shenanigans as ‘allowances’ are made for them because of Covid expenses. Not a privilege that will ever be extended to us by Mr. Masters, I’m sure. And I’m sure that any even remotely similar transactions on our part would come under ridiculous amounts of scrutiny too. It’s enough to bend the mind of any Toon fan as we endure another barren January.

What makes January even worse for me personally though is the constant links and hard luck stories that we get from the press. So far this month we must have been linked to at least 40 different players. The excellent NUFC.com list 20 different links on the Rumours page at time of writing, while the Chronicle seem to have a story saying that we’re either ‘watching, ‘tracking’, ‘monitoring’ or ‘interested in’ several players on a daily basis. What do these things even mean? And if we’re never signing these players who ultimately end up elsewhere, what’s the point in even scouting them at all, let alone ‘monitoring’ them?

The story that really got my January goat was when the agent of Khusanov, the centre half who went to Manchester City, told the Chronicle that we were ‘very close to the deal’ and that we were ‘last to leave the race with City’! The last to leave the race is small consolation when actually it just means that we didn’t sign anyone again!

Despite all of this, I still scan the websites, read the papers and will inevitably be tuned to Sky Sports News on deadline day, as ever, in the hope that something, just something will happen. Despite Eddie Howe being pretty consistent in telling reporters that any signings are unlikely, I live in the same state of hope that we probably all do. Why do we bother though? January is definitely the cruellest month…and that’s before you even give a thought to Arsenal fans and their obsession with Alexander Isak!

NUFC: The ones that got away – Silvio Maric.

Silvio Maric should have amounted to much more than he did as a Newcastle player. Signed from Croatia Zagreb in February 1999, he came with a good reputation as a goalscoring midfielder, having scored 28 goals in 91 appearances for Zagreb. Maric looked for all the world like a solid signing, with an eye for goal and the bit of quality that we would need. And while I know it’s not a guarantee of any kind, when you think of the midfielders that Croatia has produced over the years – Modric, Rakitic, Prosinecki and Boban spring to mind – it seems very much typically NUFC that we could sign a Croatian dud!

I’m sure there’ll be many a Mag who disagrees with me on this latest choice for a ‘one that got away’. But to that I’d say, you might just be missing the point. The point of this series isn’t to look at amazing players that we lost; more to look into the ones that just should have been better than the disappointments or disasters even, that they turned out to be. So for me, Silvio Maric fits the bill perfectly. For me, there was a player in there, but he just simply didn’t come out to play!

Maric was signed by Ruud Gullit, who you’d have thought might just have had a good eye for a decent midfielder. And Maric did have quality. At £3.5m he could have been a bargain, but in the end we actually ended up losing almost half of our money when he was sold to Porto after just over a season.

Silvio arrived looking out of shape and rather than hitting the ground running, he just hit the ground. It was obvious from very early on in his Toon career, that he wasn’t going to be up to the demands of the Premier League, but also that he just didn’t seem to fancy it. And yet here was a midfielder with vision and real quality on the ball. Coupled with his eye for goal – his career stats of 46 goals in 222 appearances kind of back this up – all he really needed was the desire to succeed or a bit of hard work and he could have been so much more for us.

My one real positive memory of Maric was at the 1999 FA Cup semi final against Spurs when he set up the second clinching goal for Alan Shearer. He took the ball to the edge of the box on the left hand side, drew two defenders in and then, when most would have whipped over a cross, he checked back and laid a perfect set up back to Shearer on the edge of the box who thumped it with the outside of his right foot, beyond Ian Walker and into the back of the net. The goal will always be remembered as yet another Shearer thunderbolt, but Maric’s vision under pressure, with the clock ticking down and Spurs looking for an equaliser, was important as well.

Maric made under 30 appearances for Newcastle and only scored in Europe, where he had an impressive record of 2 goals in 3 games that might have hinted at the player we actually had. Ultimately though, he just didn’t seem to have the stomach for the Premier League and in 2000 he was off to Porto for £2m. His final move was back to Zagreb in and he retired in 2006.

We can only really speculate about whether Maric was ‘one that got away’, but what I would say is that he was another one of those players that could and perhaps should have done so much more on Tyneside.

Jacob Murphy: Still living the dream!

In April of 2023 I wrote a piece about Jacob Murphy and his contribution to Newcastle United at that time. Put simply, Jacob Murphy was living the dream!

At the time Murphy had been starring in the 2022/2023 as we headed towards Champions League qualification. He’d scored a screamer against Spurs in that 6-1 game and been an integral part of the team in our two legged Carabao Cup semi final victory over Southampton. Who could forget him waving Duja Caleta Car off after his red card in the away leg? And although he couldn’t prevent us from losing the final, he would create more memories in the next season just by lining up for our first Champions League group game against AC Milan in the San Siro. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a player looking so pleased and proud and so bewildered just to be lining up for their club.

I also focused on the fact that, because we were his boyhood club, he was one of our own which made it feel that little bit better that he was doing so well. This was particularly relevant as, prior to Eddie Howe’s arrival, it had looked like his time at the club could have been over following some fairly lukewarm performances, a couple of loans away from the club and the impact of Steve Bruce and his merry gang of other Steves.

Fast forward to 2025 and Jacob Murphy is flying again. Having turned into somewhat of a marmite figure amongst fans for the last year or so, Jacob found himself back in the team towards the end of 2024. I don’t think too many people expected a great deal and the focus was still very much on the need for a right winger in the January transfer window. However, Murphy has enjoyed something of a renaissance since getting back in against Liverpool. In his last 8 games there have been 3 goals and 5 assists. His two goals in the game v Leicester were clinical and in truth he could and should have had a hat-trick that day. But he followed that performance up with a beauty in the next match away to Ipswich.

Murphy’s assists have been invaluable in the recent run. He got another one last night in what was a brilliant performance against Arsenal in the Carabao Cup semi final. He was also involved in the build up to the second goal too. Jacob has produced 4 assists in the last 7 league games and in 24/25 he’s the joint 5th top assister in the Premier League with the same amount of assists as every mackem’s favourite player Amad Diallo, the much hyped Bruno Fernandes and the mythical creature that is Cole Palmer. Clearly, Murph is having a real impact at this moment in time. Eddie Howe loves him. And but for some poor finishing by both Murphy and some of his team mates his goal and assist figures could have been significantly higher. Add to that his workrate and all round contribution and it’s fair to say that Jacob Murphy is well and truly back and living the dream again!

Which brings me to my final thought on the subject. And before I mention it I’ll just clarify and caveat this with the fact that in no way am I saying that this should happen, however much I like Murphy. That said, with Thomas Tuchel in the stands last Saturday as we beat Tottenham, what price an England call-up for Mr. Murphy? I’d imagine it’s highly unlikely with the amount of younger talent that Tuchel has to choose from, but I’d definitely say that England could do worse. Just a thought…

Ladies and gentlemen, Jacob Murphy is living the dream once again!

Gallowgate Cult Heroes Number 10: Papiss Cisse

If you were to come up with a check list to define what makes a footballing cult hero then Papiss Cisse would tick a lot of boxes. Great relationship with the fans? Tick. Outrageous technique? Tick. Scorer of screamers? Tick. You could go on, because Cisse had a lot of great attributes that would endear him to the fans.

Signed in January 2012, Cisse was a bit of a mystery for most fans. I’m not even sure I remember the obligatory YouTube showreel of all his best bits! However, by the time he left the Toon, he most definitely had one.

Cisse, a Senegalese international, was signed for £9.3 million from SC Freiburg of the Bundesliga; a lot of money during the Mike Ashley era. He was very much an unknown quantity, albeit one who had behind him a very decent record for scoring goals in both France and Germany. But could he cut the mustard in the Premier League? We didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Cisse, wearing the cherished number 9 shirt, made his debut the following month against Aston Villa, coming on as a substitute for Leon Best. In a fairytale start to his career on Tyneside, Papiss scored an amazing, quite instinctive winner, chesting down a cross from Jonas Gutierrez just inside Villa’s box before lashing it on the half volley into the corner of the net at the Gallowgate. What a start! And Papiss would go on to make a habit of scoring important and spectacular goals!

In 5 seasons in black and white Cisse would score 44 goals, making 131 appearances. In his first season he notched 13 goals in 14 games, an incredible record. But after that injuries and at times a lack of form meant that he never really came close to fulfilling his potential. While he wasn’t exactly prolific – his record roughly equates to a goal every three games – Cisse would regularly light up games for Newcastle and he quickly became a bit of a crowd favourite.

His popularity with the crowd came for a few different reasons. Firstly, we’re well known for our love of a number 9 and not just because they happen to wear that shirt. We love a number 9 that fills the shirt, if you know what I mean. Someone who accepts the responsibility and rises to it. Papiss Cisse did just that. He was one of those players with a bit of flair and personality and it always felt like he just loved playing for the club.

Cisse also brought a certain level of entertainment to a side that, at that time, wasn’t all that entertaining. For me, he brought to mind Andy Cole, albeit being nowhere near as prolific. Consecutive seasons under Pardew, Carver then McClaren were all pretty dull, apart from the one that brought European football back under Pardew, yet Cisse always managed to stand out in what were at times, pretty dull sides.

And then there were the spectacular goals, starting with that first against Aston Villa. Cisse is probably most well known for the screamer scored from what felt like an impossible position out by the touchline away at Chelsea. You know the one; the ball was layed off to him, late in the game and rather than maybe taking a touch and protecting it or heading for the corner to kill time, he just lashed at it, producing a kind of banana shot that curled goalwards, looped over Peter Czech and nestled in the bottom of the net at the back post. A thing of wonder, although I’m sure I read a comment by Cisse somewhere saying that he was just too tired to do anything else than thrash at the ball!

There were others too. For me, his first in that same game against Chelsea was actually a better goal as he took a difficult ball down and then just volleyed it into the back of the net from just outside of the box. In that same season he also scored a beauty against Swansea away; a kind of scooped, curling effort into the far corner as he fell away from the ball off balance. In the following season he scored a peach of a volley from around 25 yards at home against Southampton and I definitely remember a couple of penalties that were just lashed into the top corner to give the keeper no chance.

Having watched all of his goals again in order to help write this, it seems that Cisse was much more a fox-in-the-box type of striker than I remembered though. He had a remarkable ability to find tiny pockets of space in the box and his movement was excellent. Time and time again he would lose his marker in order to finish from somewhere in the box. And at other times he’d be the only attacker there, but still manage to get away from 3 or 4 defenders in order to score.

Papiss Cisse might not have been the greatest striker that we’ve ever had at Newcastle United. He might not even make the top 10 in the last 20 years, come to think of it. However, for a short time, he was absolutely adored by Newcastle fans. Definitely a cult hero!

An Evening with Danny McNamara, Square Chapel Arts Centre, Halifax.

They say that you should never meet your heroes because they can only ever let you down. It brings to mind that scene from ‘Extras’ where Ricky Gervais’s character meets his hero, David Bowie, only for Bowie to humiliate him by making up a song called ‘Little Fat Man’ about Gervais in front of an entire restaurant and then having them sing along. Thankfully though, having recently met one of my heroes, I can completely refute the old adage! There were no humiliating songs, just a very memorable evening!

Danny McNamara, for those of you who don’t know, is the singer in the band Embrace; a band that I’ve loved and followed for the best part of 30 years. So when, a month ago he announced that he was going to be doing an ‘An Evening with Danny McNamara’ event in Halifax, well I was first in the queue, so to speak.

It’s fair to say that Embrace have a special bond with their fans. Thirty years will do that kind of thing, especially when you’re a band like Embrace who have always interacted with the fans. Over the years there have been various meet ups, ‘secret’ gigs where fans have had to track the band down using clues and loads more. And that’s before we even mention the music and the regular live shows. Suffice to say, spending an evening in the company of the singer was not to be missed.

On the night in question, we’re late out of the house, as usual. Still though, we arrive in Halifax in decent time to get to the venue and settle in. On the insistence of Mrs C, we take seats in the front row, but even she says that it feels awkward that we’ll be so up close and personal with Danny. Still, we stick to our guns.

It’s not just Danny tonight. First up, there’s support from Ellur who we’ve seen before and who is, as usual brilliant. You can read my review on the link below.

Middle Aged Gigging: Ellur at The Square Chapel, Halifax.

And then, at around 8pm, Danny is introduced and on we go!

He kind of ambles on to the stage like this is the most natural thing in the world. But it’s not though, is it? However, Danny the bloke, not the singer seems totally at ease and this is how it continues for the rest of the night. Never meet your heroes, my arse!

Despite my fears about feeling weird being sat so close to what is essentially just two fellas having a chat, I’m quick to forget about it. It genuinely feels like we’re just another part of the conversation, just sitting there listening in and occasionally even offering the odd opinion, whoop or even a round of applause.

Tonight Danny, doing exactly what it says on the tin, tells us all about his 30 years as the singer in Embrace. But more of that later. What he also offers us an insight into is, well…everything else really. He’s relaxed enough to let us in on life as a relatively new dad and the changes that having children have brought to him. We’re also privy to stuff about growing up, his views on dynamic pricing, a little bit of politics as well as some recommendations for music to have a listen to.

It’s when talking about Embrace that I have a little bit of a realisation though. Despite having followed them for all this time, I tend to forget how big they are and still see them as this indie band, almost my little secret in a strange way. And then along comes Danny McNamara casually mentioning playing Jimmy Kimmel, supporting Bowie at Glastonbury or hanging out with Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow and I realise that not only are Embrace still massive, but that Danny has had one hell of a life doing the kinds of stuff that I think we’d all like to have a go at!

Having spent the first half of the night being interviewed, Danny then fields audience questions. And it’s here that, for me personally, things start to get weird again. We’d joked about potential questions – What’s your favourite cheese? Why didn’t you come to our wedding? (it’s a long story) – as well as announcing myself casually as ‘Graham from the Middle Age Fanclub blog’, but when it comes down to it, although I have a sensible question I’m genuinely shaking a little bit as people start to ask their own and my heart is properly thumping in my chest! I avoid putting my hand straight up but then, feeling my wife’s eyes boring into the side of my face, sense an opportunity and go for it. At this point, Danny approaches me with the mic and I wonder if I might just pass out!

My question goes down really well though. I ask about touring 2000’s ‘Drawn From Memory’ next year (it’ll be 25 years old) and there are definitely noises of approval in the audience! Suddenly, I’m on stage and in the spotlight with one of my heroes. Kind of. Actually, I’m sat down and he’s walked back to his chair, but he tells me that the answer is actually very hush hush and a bit of an exclusive, so I’m not going to lie, I’m feeling like David Frost at this moment in time! And, I’ll continue to live under the illusion that only me and those who were there now know the answer to this question and the band’s plans for next year!

The rest of the audience questions feel like a bit of a blur, basking as I am in the glow of my own little moment, yet it’s still fascinating to hear Danny talk about lyrics and the song writing process as well as loads of other stuff.

However, there’s more to come. Another chance to embarrass myself as we get the chance to actually meet Danny. With literally no sense of irony we erred on the side of caution in bringing stuff to sign as we didn’t want to look like stalkers of any kind, so we only have a set list to sign and we buy a lyric book too. Others seem to have bags full of stuff though and so we’re a little regretful as we stand in line. However, that’s all appeased by the time it comes to our turn. We have a brief chat, get stuff signed and get a few photos too with me apologising in advance to Danny for shaking. I’ve always been the same. I once physically shook while meeting a Newcastle player that I didn’t even like (Kevin Dillon, if you must know) and he confounded my opinion of him by loudly letting the cat out of the bag to the whole room. Danny does nothing of the sort!

The conclusion of the evening is that Danny McNamara is indeed a genuinely lovely man. We kind of suspected this having briefly met him many years ago, but it’s nice to have it confirmed and to witness the fact that fame doesn’t have to equate to instant arsehole status. Yes, I’m getting at you Dillon!

I think it’s fair to say, without having done some kind of exit poll, that everyone, Danny included, has had a great night. It’s the first time I’ve done one of these ‘an evening with’ kind of things, but I’m so glad we came. And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

Thanks for a brilliant night, Danny.

Middle Aged Gigging: Ellur at The Square Chapel, Halifax.

It’s not often I get out to see a new artists anymore. I’ll sometimes watch someone new supporting one of my favourites, but the days of getting out and watching new bands and unproven talent have long gone, I’m afraid. Tonight is slightly different though. This is actually my third time of seeing Ellur live, but while on the other two occasions she’s performed with a band, tonight it’s just Ellur, a guitar, a couple of plants and around 150 people in the audience. So, no pressure then!

Pressure or not though, when you’re being compared to Joni Mitchell and Sam Fender in the same night, you really must be doing something right. And believe me, Ellur is definitely doing a lot of things right. I hear both of these comparisons from people around the place tonight though and in truth I can’t help but agree. Ellur really is one to watch.

Tonight, as stripped back as this gig is, Ellur truly thrives. Right from the off, she’s got the audience eating out of the palm of her hand, asking us if anyone here is actually from Halifax and then, when she finds out that no one is, she tells us it’s ok, as ‘it would be a bit shit without you’! There’s a presence and charisma that belies her years but then of course, the key ingredient is that she also has the songs to back it all up.

Tonight is just a short set, but it’s still superb and while the comparisons I mentioned are completely valid, for me there’s also something a bit reminiscent of Suzanne Vega about Ellur in this performance. She’s got a fantastic voice and songs like ‘Yellow Light’ and ‘Your Dog’ absolutely soar with the latter being introduced as ‘a song about this guy I was dating who was an arsehole’. I mean, it’s fair to say there’s a few of them about! A bit later, there’s also a brilliant sing along during ‘Thank God You Tried’ where we all get to feel like part of the act!

However, tonight it’s powerful closer ‘God Help Me Now’ that really showcases Ellur’s talent. There’s a wonderful subtlety that’s coupled with moments of sheer power in her voice here that you can’t help but be hooked by and the song itself is just superb. And then, having enthralled us all for far too short a time, she gives a couple of curtseys and is off.

As small as this gig has been, it feels like we’ve all been in on a bit of a moment. Apart from anything else, to put yourself out there with no one else and just a guitar for support is perhaps as brave as it gets for a performer. And yet tonight, Ellur absolutely smashes it.

With an E.P. out soon and then a debut album next year, Ellur could and should really take off and if there’s even a small shred of justice in the world Ellur’s star will be allowed to shine brightly in the coming year. What a privilege to see such a genuine talent up close! If you get a chance in the new year or indeed any time in the future, get out and see her perform, with or without the band. You can thank me later.

Always look on the bright side: Five things that made me smile this Autumn.

It’s been a little while since I wrote one of these; a series that I started writing every month in order to remind myself that there were definitely positives in my life. At a time when I felt like I was struggling, I also wondered if it would help anyone else who might stumble upon this and read about some happy or funny stories. As ever, some are related to me and some are just the kinds of things that I’ve spotted in the news. Because everybody needs a bit of a smile now and again.

My new job. In September I started a new job and I have to say it’s been tough going since day one. I’m lucky enough to work in a very supportive environment and I’m still just about enjoying the challenge. There are plenty of positives too, but one in particular stood out from last month. As with most schools, our behaviour system has negative points as well as positives. Sadly, I find myself having to log a lot more negatives than I’d like and at times it can mean that there’s not enough time to catch up with the positives. However, some groups are very keen to remind you to put them on the system! One boy in my Year 7 group really managed to make me smile last month with his reaction to being given an achievement point. He’s always very keen to get them and always asks on his way out of the class if he’s earned one. And on this occasion when he asked and I responded positively he walked off with a barely audible, yet emphatic ‘Yes’ and a bit of a fist pump! A lovely, golden moment!

The Morley 10k. The town where I live has been holding a 10k race for a few years now and I’ve managed to run every one, despite my health issues. For this year’s I’d trained pretty well, running the route a few times and bringing my time down every time. I’d also ran quite a few 10k+ training runs and was feeling good. However, on the morning of the race I felt terrible. Like I was going to vomit imminently. I considered not running, but managed to pull myself together, resolving that this year’s goal was just to get round. But when I got into my running I felt quite strong and, checking my watch, was going quite fast. Sadly, I slowed a bit in the second half of the course before managing to put together a strong finish and eventually came 342nd out of 849 runners. Not my finest hour, but easily enough to make me smile (once I’d gotten my breath back and stopped groaning)!

The Winner of the Great North Run. Sadly, it wasn’t me. Partly because I didn’t take part but mainly because it would have taken me most of the day. Also, it’s the women’s race that I’m writing about. You see, I have a connection to the winner. Let me tell you about it. Every Saturday morning, me and my son volunteer as marshals at one of our local Park Runs. Every week we wait eagerly for the first runner to arrive, often marvelling at how fast they’re running. A short while back now, we were stood at our usual spot, not expecting the first runners for a couple of minutes yet. And then, as I glanced to my left, down the track, she appeared. A female runner, going extremely quickly. She was a real sight to behold. Graceful, powerful, effortless; she looked like a proper athlete. It turned out that she was! Mary Ngugi-Cooper is a Kenyan athlete who apparently lives locally and she’d just ran our course record time! She even came back the next week and broke her own record again! Fast forward to September and I found myself watching the Great North Run – a very famous half marathon) on telly while I did a bit of Sunday morning ironing. It was held in torrential rain (the race, not the ironing), but something else began to pique my interest. Every time they cut to footage of the women’s’ race, I was sure I recognised one of the leading pack. But I couldn’t quite place her. Anyway, after a thrilling finish the same lady won the race with just 5 seconds separating the first 5 athletes. When her name appeared on the screen, the penny finally dropped. My mate Mary from ParkRun had just won the Great North Run!

The return of Gone Fishing. ‘Gone Fishing’ is a BBC series where two blokes go fishing. Yet, of course it’s much, much more than that. The two blokes are comedians Bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse, both heroes of mine. The series came about after Bob had a triple heart bypass and had pretty much given up on life. When no one could tempt him to leave the house, his friend Paul got in touch and suggested a spot of fishing. It worked. Not only that though, after a few trips the two realised that they could make a television series about it, which they went on to do. Amazingly, given that this is a programme where two blokes just go fishing, it’s just been commissioned for an 8th series and I’m currently enjoying the 7th. Gone Fishing is much more than just some fishing though. It’s about health, friendship, nature, humour and much more and is a truly heartening watch. Needless to say, the latest series has me smiling.

Beekeeper discovers lost bees. A lovely story from the BBC website in September. When he became a father something inspired Ross Main to set out to find his grandfather’s lost beehives. Maybe it was the memories of tending them with his grandad and possible hoping to pass on similar lessons to his own children. Anyway, Ross set off to the abandoned quarry where the hives had been and despite the hugely overgrown area, he found one last hive, having worried that they’d all been sold off. Even better news though, was that the bees had survived. After a bit of research Ross was able to transfer the hive to his home town and start to tend to them. Now, some 9 years on he has set up an apiary business, manages around 300,000 bees a week in 90-100 colonies and sells honey to local farm shops as well as teaching locals about the value of bees to the ecosystem. What’s not to like about that story?

I hope at least some of those made you smile!

Middle Aged Gigging – Embrace at the Victoria Theatre, Halifax.

First there was a blanket of snow. Then there was torrential rain, followed by strong winds and in short, Yorkshire got battered by the weather. But it was Embrace that nearly took the roof off the theatre tonight.

As part of their tour for the 20th anniversary of the album ‘Out of Nothing’, tonight the band play the Victoria Theatre in Halifax. As local lads, it’s a bit of a homecoming kind of gig and as such, it was always going to be special and judging by the amount of smiling faces around me, the boys did the trick.

First up tonight are Fever, an indie rock band from Hull. The first thing that strikes me about Fever is that they are yet another in a now long line of support bands who make me feel very, very old! At least two of them look like they might need to spend tomorrow finishing off some GCSE coursework, but if that were true I’d say to sack the exams off, because Fever are excellent. There’s a hint of the Arctic Monkeys about Fever’s sound and while that may sound lazy, it’s certainly not an insult. Singer James has a real presence and a great voice and at times he reminds me ever so slightly of a young Ian Brown. But what makes Fever such a good watch tonight is most definitely the songs with tunes like ‘Why Can’t You hear Me?’ and ‘Gold Intentions’ making them a band that you should definitely seek out.

What we’ve all braved the rain and the snow for though, is Embrace and so as ‘What A Wonderful World’ is brought to an abrupt end and the lights are dimmed, there’s a tangible excitement in the room, which is quite the effort at our age!

We’re thrown straight in at the deep end with the classic ‘All You Good Good People’ and the whole room are on side and singing along. The band sound incredible and when they follow it with ‘Come Back to What You Know’ the atmosphere ramps up another notch.

‘Out of Nothing’ is the record being celebrated tonight though and so we’re given a run of songs from the album with ‘Looking As You Are’ being dedicated to Danny’s 5-year-old daughter Kate. ‘Keeping’ is the stand out track in this section for me though and as we break the run for a brilliant rendition of ‘Nature’s Law’ it feels like everyone is having an amazing night.

A special mention has to go to ‘A Glorious Day’ here though. I never thought I’d be the kind of bloke to turn on his camera light and sway at a gig, yet Danny McNamara asks and here we are! It looks and sounds amazing!

Half way through the set and it’s difficult to see how things could get better, but we’re then treated to and incredible ‘Out of Nothing’ which feels more and more like some kind of religious experience every time I hear it live. Rick – and his broken nail – takes the mic for a blistering ‘Refugees’ before the band are joined by Nicole from Eevah for ‘Never’. What a song and what a voice she has, by the way!

‘Gravity’ then does its usual job on me! As the first song at our wedding – and I’m guessing it’s the same for a few others in the room – it’s special anyway, but as someone who’s had heart trouble these past few years, ‘Can you hear my heart beating?’ is a gut punch like no other, albeit it a kind of friendly one. I cling to Mrs C and sing along, all the while trying not to cry in front of Danny…again!

Over the years, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve began to dread Danny McNamara announcing ‘Ashes’ by asking us if we’ll be jumping up and down. I’m 52 and had a pacemaker fitted two years ago, Danny. My knees are shot and my back aches on a near permanent basis these days. Jumping up and down gives me the fear! However, as the song kicks in and he follows it with the familiar refrain of ‘Up, up, up up!’ I’ve got an arm in the air and I appear to be doing exactly as he says and in turn facing that fear! What a song! It’s an incredible few minutes, albeit something that I’ll no doubt regret as I attempt to roll out of bed in the morning. I check my heart rate as the song ends – a familiar action these days! It’s 98 and not too bad, but still, I’m chuffed to bits when the security bloke offers me some water!

Thankfully, I get a break as Embrace leave the stage to rapturous cheers. And that’s what this feeling is when we see them; rapture. We smile, we forget everything else, we dance, we just about jump up and down and we’re able to lose ourselves for a couple of wonderful hours.

But obviously, it’s not over yet!

After a brilliant ‘Protection’ Danny gets us dancing for ‘We Are It’ and I wonder if me or Mrs C will ever be the ones who get pointed to. If you know, you know, as they say! Having been treated to ‘No Use Crying’ in Manchester last week, it still feels kind of exciting to hear it again live in the encore.

A powerful ‘Near Life’ allows us time to breathe a little before everyone in the place adds their ‘la, la, las’ to an incredible version of ‘The Good Will Out’ and I swear there’s enough power in those smiles to light up the room.

I’ve been watching Embrace play live for almost 30 years now and it’s always a beautiful feeling. I never want that to end. Tonight was another gig to file under ‘incredible’. Thanks lads; let’s do it all again soon!