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Gallowgate Cult Heroes number 24 – Scott Sellars.

In a time when we seem to value pace and athleticism ahead of ability at times, it’s nice to think back to footballers who didn’t rely on speed, strength or the odd trick here and there. It’s nice to remember a player who had a bit of craft on the ball and could always be relied on to find a team mate, however difficult the pass might look. Scott Sellars was one such player.

Sellars was well established as a player when he signed for Newcastle. He’d made close to 300 appearances for Leeds and Blackburn when he joined us for £600,000 in 1993, making him available for the final 13 games of the season as we pushed for promotion to the Premiership.

In a way Sellars, a left sided midfielder, was a typical Kevin Keegan signing. KK could see that this was a player who could undoubtedly land the ball on a sixpence, but also that he was perhaps a little under appreciated too. Those famous man management skills might just work wonders. With a wand of a left foot, Sellars struck a sweet dead ball, something we would find out in the most glorious of circumstances not long after he signed.

Sellars only scored 8 goals for Newcastle in 75 appearances across just over 2 seasons. However, one of them would go down in the folklore of the club. Not only did this goal pretty much tie up promotion, but it was the winner in the derby of 1993.

The conditions made the goal all the more beautiful. It was ‘hoying it doon’ that day and conditions made it difficult to keep your feet on a heavily waterlogged pitch. Newcastle had won a free kick just to the left of centre outside the D of the box. Sellars, Rob Lee, Paul Bracewell and Barry Venison were in discussion about what would happen before Venners moved away. Rob Lee made the dummy run over the ball and Bracewell – who’d been shielding the ball – moved before Sellars strode forward and curled a beauty over the right hand side of the wall and in at the far post, completely wrong-footing the mackem keeper, Tony Norman. I was there that day, soaked to the skin like everybody else, but the joy was unfounded on the terraces. What a goal!

Sellars would go on to help settle Keegan’s young side as they went into the Premier League. His experience was a help, but his quality was invaluable as we not only settled in, but climbed the table and challenged the best that the league had to offer. Newly promoted Newcastle would finish 3rd that season with Scott making 35 appearances in all, scoring 4 goals and contributing a fantastic 11 assists for the likes of Andy Cole and Peter Beardsley.

Injury would hamper Scott’s progress in the following season and he only made 19 appearances, scoring just the one goal. And it was a terrible cartilage injury that would help signal the end for him, coupled with the signing of David Ginola in July 1995. By December of that year Sellars was on his way to Bolton Wanderers for a fee of £750,000.

Scott established himself as one of Bolton’s stars, making 106 appearances over 4 seasons and contributing 15 goals and numerous assists. After Bolton he joined Huddersfield for a couple of years before winding down his playing career at Danish club AGF Aarhus and then Mansfield Town.

After retiring from playing, Scott carved out a successful career in coaching with the likes of Chesterfield and Manchester City before moving on to become the Head of Academy coaching and then Technical Director at Wolves. Nowadays he can be found as the Sporting Director at Al-Jazira in the UAE.

Auf Wiedersehen, Kev.

I was already in love with Newcastle United when Kevin Keegan shocked the world and signed for us. And still as a 12-year-old I couldn’t comprehend why he was coming to St. James’ Park. I’d loved watching the likes of Micky Burns and Alan Shoulder play and now the England captain and former two time European Footballer of the Year had decided that he too was going to pull on the black and white striped shirt. My world – and that of an entire city – turned upside down.

It’s difficult to find the words to do Kevin justice. Difficult to focus through the tears and the memories too. But here goes.

I learned of the signing from the back page of someone else’s newspaper on a beach in Spain. I scrambled my way back up the beach to tell my dad who went across and asked to borrow said newspaper. It was like reading some kind of otherworldly fairytale. Things like this didn’t happen to my club. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to get home.

Kevin Keegan changed Newcastle United in ways that none of us could ever have dreamed of. In fact, he revolutionised it. And in doing so he dragged the whole city with him. He was a force of nature and would continue to be so for the rest of his life as far as our football club and city was concerned. Countless people have said that Keegan just ‘got’ us, so it’s not original but, boy is it true. Kevin loved us and we loved him right back. He forged a lifelong connection that was felt by each and every one of us.

As a player he carried the club on his shoulders, dragging us back into the top division at a time when we’d been in what felt like a permanent state of flatlining. When he scored that goal on his debut and ended up practically throwing himself into the Gallowgate, even the most hard hearted couldn’t help but fall in love, even the most cynical began to believe again. Only when he returned as manager would we truly feel like that again.

Improbably, his first stint as manager was even better than his two years as a player. He saved the club from a fate that might have killed us off and then set about on a mission to make us the talking point of English football for the first time in a long, long time. While we won nothing, everyone of us will cherish the memories of that period for a lifetime. Once again Kevin gave us hope and pride and allowed us just to believe that our club and our city really mattered.

Even the second time around in the hotseat was exciting. Yes, he was hamstrung by those not fit to breath the same air, but it was simply incredible to have him back, if only for a brief period of time.

Kevin spent a long time defending us and giving the underdog a voice. From the early 80s all the way through to the modern day, he’s had our back. It’s a debt that could never be paid back, but one that he wouldn’t have expected even an ounce of thanks for.

The news of his passing will have shook every last one of us. It’s just incredibly sad. As others have said, Keegan was the best of us. So if you can, through the tears and the sadness, try and find just a little bit of time to celebrate that once upon a time he chose our club. He chose us. And how lucky were we?

Rest in Peace, KK, but most of all, thank you.

Bruno: Say it ain’t so!

After a certain Swedish drama queen left you feared it wouldn’t end there. And it didn’t. After a particularly poor season ended without European qualification, the fear deepened. Sure enough, Anthony Gordon took a seat on our bench and some weeks later reappeared as a Barcelona player. Next came Sandro Tonali, who fell for the bright lights of London that came with a frankly ludicrous salary from a club who seem to have doubled down on 17th place finishes. But when rumours about Bruno Guimaraes began to bubble up you just felt they couldn’t be true. Those others, of course. But not Bruno. Never Bruno.

I write this in search of balance, for myself as much as the rest of us. Of course everyone will have an opinion and you can’t deny them that. Some will feel betrayed and wish terrible fortune on Bruno. Others will understand and thank him for what he achieved here. All will feel at least a little bit hurt.

For what it’s worth, I desperately don’t want Bruno to leave. Not only is he our captain and most important player, he’s the talisman for the whole club. However, I think I at least understand his reasoning for feeling like he needs the move. The chance to move on and play at the very top level must be tempting and if you’ve any kind of ambition in life, it’s what you want. If you fancy yourself as a top player then I imagine you want to win more than a Carabao Cup. At the moment, and for the foreseeable future, we’re not dining at the top table with even European qualification evading us.

On the other hand, Bruno was well and truly a part of last season’s 12th place finish. He was the captain of the team that failed to gain even a Europa Conference League spot. And while it would be churlish to deny that he was easily our best player last season, he was still a major influence over the team and their underwhelming performance. They failed together; no one really came out with a great deal of credit. So, to now suddenly be pining for Arsenal feels wrong.

So would we be more comfortable if Bruno was to join another club that have been credited with an interest, like Real Madrid? Me personally, yes. I wouldn’t like it any more, but I’d understand. Certain Premier League clubs cherry picking the best talent at other Premier League clubs doesn’t sit well with me and if ambition is behind Bruno wanting to move then there’s not much more ambition than heading to a club like Madrid. To come out and say that he wants to move to Arsenal – if he’s said that – feels like nothing short of a betrayal.

These days loyalty seems to come in bite sized chunks. One club men are hard to find. Bruno has apparently said that he doesn’t want to tarnish his legacy at the club. Well, that’s easily done. Stay. Be loyal. Stay and build on that legacy. With the team in transition and seemingly bedding in new young, hungry talent, stay and guide them through. Furthermore, stay because the fans, the city and the region have put you – and your family – on a pedestal for the last 4 years. Acknowledging that and staying; that’s the stuff of legacy and legend at a club like ours.

It’s clear that the club need to react to this news. If we’re serious about not selling Bruno and we really want him to stay, then a new contract will be offered and offered quickly. Surely that’s what a proper football club does? Surely that’s what a football club who see themselves as “being in the debate about being the top club in the world” by 2030 does? Over to you David Hopkinson.

Personally, I’d be devastated if Bruno Guimaraes leaves. Like many other Newcastle fans, he’s a player that I love watching in the black and white stripes. I’m certainly not the first to say that he’s one of those rarities who just ‘gets it’. And that’s what makes this news all the more devastating. It’s felt like Bruno has embraced us as much as we’ve embraced him. His words after the Carabao Cup win embodied that. “The fans deserve everything…people have died, people have grown up and they’ve not seen Newcastle as champions.” Maybe we deserve for him to stay, whoever that’s down to.

As a fan I’ve watched any number of heroes leave. Waddle, then Beardsley, then Gascoigne hurt. Keegan leaving hurt. Andy Cole, Les Ferdinand and plenty of others too. But we survived. If ever there was a ‘trust the process moment’, it’s now. But does the process battle to keep hold of its captain, leader and legend or does the process bow to the inevitable, hold out for the best price possible and attempt to replace one of modern day Newcastle United’s most influential and popular players? I know which I’d choose.

Big Dan Burn – from Asda to the Azteca!

I’d had an afternoon nap and tried to squeeze some sleep in beforehand, but despite my efforts, I still must have dropped off very briefly while watching the England game earlier this morning. And I missed a real moment as a result.

Newcastle United’s Dan Burn was subbed on in the 75th minute with England leading 2-3, down to 10 men and firmly under the cosh. Imagine my surprise to only learn of this in about the 78th minute when my eyes snapped back open and I heard his name. Blinking my way into some sort of consciousness I stared at the screen and there he was making a clearance. Dan Burn had finally and firmly arrived at the World Cup.

My immediate thoughts were just the hopes that he didn’t do anything silly and be responsible for conceding an equaliser. But, despite a slight early error when he kind of hung a heel at a cross and missed, he grew into the game. In fact, he adapted really quickly given the conditions and the situation he’d found himself thrown into.

Mexico threw everything they had at England in the last 15 minutes of the 90 and then threw a fair bit more in the 11 added on. At times it felt like every cross was met by Big Dan and every shot blocked by him too. The boy from Blyth was an absolute colossus. In fact, in only 26 minutes on the pitch he made 6 clearances; the joint most on the field. This was also the most clearances made by a player subbed on as late as he was in any World Cup since 1966. Given the fact that these were his first minutes of the whole World Cup, his contributions were absolutely crucial.

There was a header followed by an outstanding block on the left side of our box very late on when I thought we were about to concede an equaliser, but Big Dan was there, throwing his body on the line. Many have mocked his inclusion in the squad, but I bet they were glad of him in those last 26 minutes.

For the lad who once collected trollies in Asda and played for Darlington, Yeovil and Wigan earlier on in his career this was another incredible high in an incredible journey. Next up, it’s Haaland and Norway in Miami on Saturday. Might we see more of Big Dan? I hope so.

As England leave Mexico City, the locals have learnt a crucial lesson. ‘Es de Blyth. Nunca, jamás, superarás a Dan Burn.’

NUFC: That was the week that was.

Sometimes it feels like only the likes of Shakespeare and Scorsese do drama like Newcastle United. And the last seven days or so has encapsulated that perfectly…or imperfectly if you’re a Newcastle fan.

When news broke of the Munoz deal being hijacked on Wednesday night it wasn’t even that much of a shock, really. We’d already lost out on Zadok Zohana little over a week ago. He of course chose Brighton instead of Newcastle United. You can add that to almost the entirety of last pre-season when it felt like anyone we approached went elsewhere and the only quick deal was signing Nick Woltemade, done in the latter stages of the window.

Now, I don’t know much about Munoz apart from YouTube clips, so I’m not overly bothered that he’ll be in red, not black and white next season. But it’s not really the point. Once again we seem to have dithered and somewhat inevitably, lost out. Reports said that the player was keen to come, the price agreed etc. It was also said that he was the top target. And yet still we couldn’t get the deal done!

Earlier in the week we were greeted with the news that Head of Recruitment, Steve Nickson was off to West Ham. I won’t pretend to know exactly which players he signed, targeted or recommended, but whichever way you look at it losing such an important figure within the club doesn’t look good and just adds to the disruption. And it also means that when we should be actively recruiting players were also trying to recruit yet another replacement for someone who should be doing the recruiting. In theatre terms more a farce than anything Shakespearean.

There was also the news that Tino Livramento had picked up another injury and was out of the World Cup. While I feel for the lad, it just made me wonder if he’s ever going to be consistently available for Newcastle.

In the past week or so we’ve also had news about Sandro Tonali, Marco Pallestra and James Trafford. The Tonali to Spurs news just feels bizarre and yet so, so suited to us. Without going into any real detail though, why on Earth would he want to join Spurs? Seemingly, he does though. And the sight of their fans on social media explaining what it will take to get the deal done is galling to say the least. Then there’s Pallestra who our old friend Fabrizio Romano seems determined to tell us is DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO NEWCASTLE! Alright pal, calm down.

The Trafford news just left me cold. Two days of people pointing out that we’re interested once again. No concrete news about any actual transfer, but he’s our top goalkeeping target again. Forgive me if I feel like I know how this one ends already.

For me it’s crucial that we start hearing positive news. I appreciate that the window has only been open a matter of days, but other clubs aren’t waiting around. Brighton and Spurs have both made notable signings. I mean even previously skint Barcelona have made a major signing…

It’s important that we get things right. For weeks now we’ve heard rumours about the list of possible Gordon replacements and now we’ve lost out on the first one we’ve gone for. Already there are worrying echoes of last pre-season and much more of this could prove catastrophic for the upcoming season and the so called ‘project’. Again.

On the flip side, there are positives from the last week. New boy Ewen Jaouen looks to be a player with real potential and with any luck we’ve found our eventual number 1 for years to come. We have several players at the World Cup (ok, it’s not all incredibly positive, but there’s a barrel to be scraped here) and Yoane Wissa has actually scored.

It feels like the next couple of weeks have to be positive though. Players need to be coming in and coming in early. As I write the fixtures are out tomorrow and if you’re anything like me you’ll start looking at runs of games where we might start losing points! Forgive me for preaching positivity and then being so negative, but I’ve supported the club through thin and thinner and this is how I approach every season!

Clearly, we could all just do with some good news!

Farewell and good luck, AG.

At around 9.30 on the evening of 18th March, you’d have been forgiven for thinking that we’d struggle to even give any of our players away come the summer transfer window. With Barcelona 7-2 up on the night of our Champions League Round of 16 second leg, I’d have laughed you out of town had you told me that anyone in black and white would fit in on the other team. And yet, some 72 days later Anthony Gordon has just signed a 5 year contract at the Camp Nou in return for Barca throwing £69m our way.

Some will say good riddance, reasoning that the player has let us down this season with a number of lacklustre performances and a perceived reluctance to feature in the last 4 games of the season. Others, myself included, will remember the many positives and wish the lad the very best of luck.

At the time we signed Gordon – in January 2023 – I was thrilled. For me, we’d signed a player who was raw, hungry, ultra quick and skilful and who had so much promise that his future in black and white looked truly exciting. Although he played in a very different position, there was something about this deal that reminded me of signing Andy Cole. And for me, Anthony Gordon has very much fulfilled that promise. With 152 appearances and 39 goals, I think it’s hard to argue against the fact that he’s done just the kind of job that he was brought in to do.

On the negative side of things, you could point out numerous performances this year when he didn’t look as interested as we’d have liked. There’s no doubt that there have been times when he’s let us down. But, he’s not been alone in that.

Remember though, players aren’t infallible. Anthony Gordon certainly wasn’t. I think he let us down badly against Liverpool in August of last year when he was sent off in first half injury time for a reckless challenge on Virgil Van Dijk. Without that I think most of us would say that we were on for a memorable victory. But wherever you look in terms of the Toon, players will have let us down. Nobody’s perfect. It’s the same with life in general. I mean, I begged for a BMX aged 12 and my parents got me a Grifter. Try doing wheelies on that! Talk about a let down!

But for any lows there have been many more highs. Whether it was hustling PSG defenders into mistakes on that memorable Champions League night in October 2023 when he was absolutely electric or fabulous goals at home against Spurs or versus Man City in 23/24. Whether it was one of many penalties won in our favour or the four goals and 33 minute hat-trick he scored this season against Qarabag. Whether it was the performance against the mackems in the cup win at the stadium of shite or his goal against them at home this season. Anthony Gordon was dynamic, exciting and frankly a menace, typifying the qualities that we would probably all ask for first and foremost in anyone wearing those black and white stripes.

Personally, I’ll remember the player that fell in love with the club, the area and the people and who at times looked like he’d die for that badge. A lad who arrived with potential and left a much better player, but still with some potential to fulfil.

On leaving he talked about how much he owed the club after arriving and feeling “quite lost”. He went on to say “I loved every single minute of being a part of Newcastle United” calling us “an incredible club” and ending with “I’ll be a fan for the rest of my life.” A classy way to end his time here, I thought. He leaves having become an England regular during that time and having been instrumental in the run to winning our first trophy in well over 50 years. Gordon has easily been one of my favourite players of the last few years and I have no doubt that whoever takes his shirt will have to work damned hard to replace that pace, hard work, guile and sheer impact on the team. Yamal’s new mate will be a tough act to follow!

Adiós y buena suerte, Anthony. And all the best, bonny lad!

A Tribute to Tripps.

Kieran Trippier arrived at Newcastle United without a cape that I know of, but clearly prepared to give superhuman levels of effort in order to keep the club in the Premier League. We weren’t quite on our knees, courtesy of the recent takeover and the appointment of Eddie Howe, but without Tripps you wonder if things would have turned out a lot worse.

There was something a bit thrilling about signing an established England international back in January 2022, especially as we were bottom of the league at the time. Add to that the honours – he’d won La Liga with Atletico Madrid in 20/21 and scored for England in the 2018 World Cup Semi Final – and for me this was a signing that was a bit reminiscent of signing Keegan in 1982.

Before he signed many of us had probably resigned ourselves to watching Championship football in season ’22/’23. It was hard to feel any hope or optimism, particularly as for many of us this wasn’t the first time that we’d been struck by that particular Toon depression. After he signed though, it felt like everything might just be alright after all.

Tripps would go on to captain the side, embodying the determination and work rate of his manager, helping us get to safety in that first season and then leading us on an unforgettable journey in subsequent seasons. He galvanised what was pretty much a broken club, influencing other quality players to take the plunge too and set the standard for every last one of the squad to follow. While Eddie is often credited with improving players, it’d be remiss of us to underestimate Trippier’s influence on the likes of Gordon, Miley and Hall.

Trippier’s laser-like focus has remained largely unaltered during his time on Tyneside and even when others have been preferred to him, like Livramento and Miley, he’s always been a positive influence on others. No sulking and pouting, no ‘do you know who I am’ type behaviour, just sheer professionalism and a desire to see the club progress.

One thing I really liked about Tripps was his on field behaviour. Always calm and composed. If he made a mistake, the hand went up in apology. If others made a mistake he was the first to give encouragement. A proper professional, an inspirational captain and a superb team mate.

There won’t be many among us without a positive memory of Tripps. For me, his performance in the vital away win at Leeds in January 2022 stands out. He was immense that day against Bielsa’s team and helped secure a rare clean sheet and three points at a time when we desperately needed things to start going our way.

He’s scored vital goals too with my personal favourite being the curling, dipping free-kick in the win at home to Everton in February 2022. This was only our third win of the season and a goal that would help us get out of the bottom three. He made ‘tiny arms’ Pickford look stupid as well at the same time! Such was the beauty of that free-kick that I was inspired to write a poem about it as well! It’s on the link below if anyone fancies a look.

https://middleagefanclub.co.uk/2022/02/13/poetry-blog-kieran-trippier-over-the-wall/

And of course, Tripps was superb in the Carabao Cup final win drawing on his big game experience to get us through the match. Firstly, he delivered the corner for Dan Burn’s towering header for the opener and then he was immense in those last 10 minutes when Liverpool were piling on the pressure.

That’s been the story of Trippier’s 4+ years in Toon. When the pressure’s been on, he’s invariably been there with the big game experience to calm it all down and push people to greater heights. In leaving, he’ll leave a huge hole in the squad and it’s to be hoped that he’s passed enough of his experience on so that things don’t suffer to much.

In the future, it’d be great to see him return in some capacity. For now though, it’s goodbye. Go well, Tripps and thank you.

The Pontefract 10k 2026.

Having written about getting my hopes up about running in this event a few days ago, it’s quite nice to be able to sit here writing about the actual thing and not feel in any way disappointed. I mean, I’d have liked to run slightly faster, but in reality I’m totally satisfied with the time I achieved and the way I ran.

It was an early Sunday wake up to get out to Pontefract and then a rush to the start to pick up my number and get stretched and ready for a 9am start to the race. It was also one of those days where I curse my build; my skinny little legs really don’t enjoy the cold! Still, as we were counted down and the clock clicked over to 9am, the sun had just about come out.

Pontefract is a hilly course and although I’ve now done it five times, I had still forgotten just how hilly that actually was. I was fully prepared for the two big hills that follow on straight after the halfway point. I knew they’d be a slog, I knew that my legs would be like jelly by the time I reached the top and so I was okay with that. However, after that more hills just seemed to keep on coming and as positive as I tried to keep, I was actively swearing at them by the time I reached what turned out to be the last one! And yes, I know that swearing at hills won’t achieve anything, but believe me, somehow it helped!

My plan for the race was just to stay positive and determined and to keep checking on my pace. I had it in mind that I could afford some 9+ minute miles, but that in the main, I had to be running more of the 8 minute kind if I could. I suppose it’s not rocket science. I was also aware that some of those hills might take me above 10 minute mile pace and I really couldn’t afford that, even briefly.

The first half of the race went better than planned, although I did go out far more quickly than I’d wanted for my first mile. But by the time we turned to head towards the finish for the second half and those hills hit, my plan was coming slightly undone. The sun was also now firmly fixed in the sky and it was getting a little bit hot. There was nothing else for it than to grit my teeth and just keep plodding on, staying as close to those I’d been using to pace me as possible.

For the second time running in a 10k I missed the water station, which was a bit of a disaster. I did ask if there was another further on and was told ‘yes’, but it turned out that they meant that there were two other volunteers just across the road. And I missed them too!

By the time I’d got myself to the final mile or so I was parched. However, I’d had an energy gel – the first time I’ve used one, disgusting by the way – and so just kept on going. The plan was to attack that final mile, but usually I’m not capable until around the latter part! However, today I’d found another gear pretty much instantly.

Much of the final stretch at Pontefract is downhill, which means you can pick up some pace if there’s any energy left. I wanted to be running somewhere in the 7+ minute mile pace, but I was still a little surprised to see just how quick I was going; I was close to 6 minute pace. And the added bonus was that by the time I spotted my wife and son at the roadside I felt like I was really travelling! In my head I must’ve looked great, but I’m sure their eyes would tell you something very different!

At the bottom of that final hill you almost turn back onto yourself and into Pontefract park towards the finish, which you guessed it, is up a slight hill! I must admit to feeling knackered at this point but I just kept pushing myself to keep that sprint finish going. And with spectators on either side of the course cheering you on, it’s really pretty cool provided you’re not in a complete mess!

In the end I clocked in for a 55 minute run. That much hoped for 54 wasn’t too far off and where usually I might beat myself up about missing out, today I was just happy to get around a tricky course and feel like there wasn’t a great deal more that I could have given.

I bumped into a couple of old friends afterwards once I’d met up with my family again, so that put an added sheen on the day. Both had run way quicker than me, but both also said how tough they’d found the course. Maybe it wasn’t just me swearing at those hills then!

Same time next year? Why the hell not!

Getting my hopes up again…

On Sunday I will take part in my latest 10k race. Regular readers will know that I’m under no illusions as to actually winning. Or even placing in the first thousand, as it goes. Finishing is always a little bit of a surprise.

However, it’s fair to say that I’ve been getting my hopes up again.

Recently, while viewing my latest run statistics on Strava, I scrolled down my feed to find an ‘On this day 4 years ago’ notification, letting me know that this time (April) fours years ago I’d ran a 51 minute 10k. Now for a lot of people that’s not particularly quick, even for some in my age group. I was staggered though.

I’m not one for remembering personal bests and stuff like that, but I was taken aback at this 51 minute revelation for a number of reasons.

Firstly, I couldn’t remember being this quick. Secondly, this would have been under 6 months before I would collapse with heart issues (in the security queue in Manchester airport!) and I would have been suffering with the palpitations that would ultimately lead to having a pacemaker fitted 7 months later. And finally, because since having said pacemaker (and being ‘fixed’) I’ve struggled to break 55 minutes, let alone 51!

It left me feeling perplexed, to be honest. A little bit amazed that I’d been running so quickly (for me) at that time, but also feeling quite annoyed at what having a pacemaker has done for me. That’s a feeling that I can get quite often and I’ve decided that there’s no point dwelling on it. After all, it most likely saved my life, so running a bit slower shouldn’t be too much of an issue. Which is where getting my hopes up comes in…

This coming Sunday I’m running the Pontefract 10k. I’ve had 7 whole weeks of training and have been able to get out for most of that on more than one occasion per week. For each of those weeks I’ve managed at least a 10k training run as well as another shorter one and sometimes even a bit of something else like yoga or a walk. In short, training has gone pretty well, which is far from usual for me. For the last couple of years it seems like I’ve been either ill or injured coming up to a race and have rarely stood on the start line feeling like I’m going to do myself justice. And so I’ve been getting my hopes up.

Sunday’s weather doesn’t look too bad. A suggestion of rain, but barely any wind. I know the course quite well and although it’s hilly so are my training routes. And training has gone well over these last 7 weeks. I’ve not got a cold, nor am I feeling signs of any sickness at all. I’ve even got a new inhaler! I’m not hopeful of getting anywhere near that 51 minutes, but if I could get in under 55 then I’d be thrilled. Fingers crossed that after what can feel like endless uphill sections during the last 3 miles, I’ve still got enough in the legs to put in a big finish over that final mile or so. I’ll let you know how it went. Wish me luck!

NUFC: The Ones That Got Away – Elliot Anderson.

It’s always sad when a young, locally produced prospect has to move on. We’ve had loads over the years as local talent rarely seems to cut the mustard. But when one does make it and then has to be sold, well that hits differently. And it’s different again when the reason for selling is to keep on the right side of financial rules that many deem completely unnecessary.

Elliot Anderson was certainly one that got away. Or one that was given away, depending on your feelings about the Premier League and its ridiculous PSR rules being inflicted on a club who’s owners have more money than we could ever imagine!

Anderson came to prominence after winning the 2022 Wor Jackie award, given yearly to the most promising young player at Newcastle United. He’d appeared briefly in the Premier League before this, but then spent the latter half of the ’21-’22 season on loan at Joey Barton’s Bristol Rovers where he made 21 appearances and scored 7 goals. He was a revelation at Rovers, earning rave reviews for his displays and picking up the ‘Geordie Maradona’ nickname to boot. Given our reputation for failed loans Anderson’s success clearly marked him out as one to watch.

As such, he stayed with Newcastle for the next season, making 22 appearances and then a further 21 the season after. It was clear that we had a talented player on our hands and it seemed that Anderson had a bright future in black and white.

There are some that would tell you that he wouldn’t have gotten the required amount of game time that would aid his development, but given the demands on the team lately and the involvement in four different competitions, it’s hard to see how he wouldn’t have found his way into the first team. Some would also point to the presence of Bruno, Tonali and Joelinton, but that trio haven’t looked themselves consistently for a while now. I think there would almost certainly have been an Elliot Anderson shaped gap there at some stage and that given his chance, evidence suggests that he would surely have taken it.

Elliot – as we’re seeing these days in both a Forest and an England shirt – was a powerful, skillful player with a great range of passing who surely would have only got better under Eddie and also with the influence of the likes of Bruno and Tonali alongside him.

In all though, Elliot only made 55 appearances for Newcastle United before the forced sale to Forest for a reported fee of £35m. Other reports have that as more like £15m + Vlachodimos. Whichever way you look at it, this wasn’t a good deal for Newcastle.

Anderson has gone on to prove himself and then some. As well as producing some superb form for Forest where he spent most of last season in the Champions League places, Elliot has gone on to represent England brilliantly and looks a shoe in to start at the upcoming World Cup. Even this season, with Forest fighting relegation, Anderson has been their stand out player and is adored by their fans. The talk is that he will almost certainly then be on the move come summer, with big money transfers to the likes of Liverpool and Chelsea as well as both Manchester clubs being reported in recent months. Newcastle have also been regularly mentioned as his next destination, but it would seem that financial restrictions would hinder the chances of what is thought to be a £100m transfer happening.

Whatever happens next for Elliot it seems clear that he’s developing into a top player. The potential that we all saw at Newcastle is very much being realised and he is now producing game changing performances on a regular basis.

Not just one that got away, but one that was ripped from our grasp and while we still have a top class midfield, it feels like Elliot Anderson – coupled with Lewis Miley – could and should have been the future of Newcastle United and ruled the roost for many years.