Inventive title here or summat.

It's been a while since I've had a few minutes to sit down and write out my thoughts but I'll try to keep this brief.

On Wednesday night, I took my chances and took a seat amongst the Geordies at St. James' Park, situated directly below the away end. The chill in the air seemed especially bitter as Van Der Sar made a monumental error to throw away the clean sheet record he was amassing, gifting the ball straight to Lovenkrand's feet as the ex-Rangers player tapped it in. I almost forgot to look happy as the goal went in. The game itself, as many do, blurs for me (yes, cider) but I clearly remember Rooney's shot for the equaliser slamming home and just about stopping myself from exalting the striker, scoring in his fourth start in a row. I'm told that what didn't look too serious from our spot high in the stand when Taylor could have been sent off and that we could have had a penalty, but this was washed away by Berbatov's finish to give us the win. This time I was unable to keep myself under control and jumped from my seat, fist in the air, before catching myself in the nick of time and proclaiming, “For fuck sake, Newcastle”... Ahem.

One thing that should be noted is that on going 1-0 down, our fans were louder than ever and made the Newcastle crowd seem non-existent. This is in stark contrast to the game at the Riverside I covered in my last post. There's a real buzz around the team now that we can and will get ourselves out of anything.

After that game, I found myself downing tequila, Aftershock and Jagerbombs, so you'll forgive any lapses in memorable content from the game.

Fast forward a couple of days, and I was in London for the cup game against Fulham, but sadly I wasn't at the game, rather a weekend away planned a long time ago. I managed to catch the game and was initially worried by more indecision at the back, VDS looking a bit worried on occasion but we soon settled down and a promising Carlos Tevez performance was the icing on the cake for a game that in honesty we sailed through, though again injuries to Ferdinand and O'Shea are worrying. The only thing that kept us from Champions League success two years ago was the crippling injury list to the back line and we are teetering on the edge of that again.

I'm hoping to find time tomorrow to have a word with the writer of Three Pints and ask him a few questions about the upcoming game against Liverpool and where he thinks things have gone wrong. You can read his work at www.threepints.co.uk.

Inter Milan on Wednesday. Someone buy me a new liver.