Typing this out as I wait for the train to begin schlep back to Ipswich.
In the end, I was smiling today. Not because of the game (another very familiar plot played out and as ever spirited and promising before the red. I've not seen anything back yet but my feeling was the second yellow was a yellow sadly. If the dive wasn't a dive that's another matter) but because looking out across the city of Newcastle from the top of a fantastic stadium and another proper club, today felt like a good day to take stock of what has happened to us over the last few years.
There's Morsy, Woolfy, big Cam, then Chappers and Hirst. Players who we were watching at Morecambe and Cheltenham running themselves into the ground to finally get us out of the league one horror show.
Then there's Mass. Signed on a six month contract and not wanted by Wednesday or Boro. In many ways the final piece of the puzzle that year.
And Woolfy. The same Woolfy who was virtually in tears after we were beaten by Swindon at home and the club looked cut adrift. Now racking up appearances in the Premier League.
There's Kieran at the final whistle acknowledging us all. A fantastic manager and person who has led with intelligence, class and resolve.
And the team still working hard, still putting their all in when lesser sides would have just given up or phoned it in. Cam and Palmer having spirited exchange about tactics, everyone working hard.
There's Delap. Probably the most exciting young player in English football and we've had the pleasure of watching him this year.
And here they all are in one of the great grounds of this country playing a team who will be in the champions League again.
It's mad and funny when you think about it.
And all of this seemed to begin with that message from Greyhound confirming the takeover was back on.
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