There once was a ruthless and ambitious young knight who amassed a fortune in his Southern homeland. However,his reckless and dubious methods did not endear him to his fellow knights.
After some time he turned his eyes Northwards and he sought to buy one of the oldest and most loved Castles in the County of Northumbria otherwise known as God’s Country.
At first the local population welcomed with open arms this newcomer who came with tales of new glories and much ambition. The previous owners of the Sacred Castle had brought much disrepute to the Region with stories abounding of greed, drunkeness and debauchery.
The excitement in the Homeland reached a crescendo when a dour keeper of the Castle was sent into exile and a dashing former hero was appointed to give the native Novocastrians the thrilling and adventurious sport that they craved.
Unfortunately, as time wore on, many cracks began to show in the infrastructure of the Castle and its inhabitants. The People’s Champion showed a temperamental streak and after much jousting with his somewhat obese Lord and Master he deserted his adopted homeland to a chorus of groans.
The population which was famous for its tolerance and good humour now began to see the new Knight in a much more sinister light.
The promises of a bright and successful future were now just a pipedream and the selling off of the Castles family silver and jewels only blackened the mood.
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There was uproar when the now hated knight and his grovelling henchmen tried to change the famous name of the revered Castle which had been a byword for passion and historic events for over a century.
As a final insult to the legions of followers of the Castle which had until recent times had a proud and glorious history, the Southern knight appointed a new keeper who was also from the Southern Tribes. This new keeper soon proved to be exceedingly weak and incurred the wrath of the Novocastrian Tribes by his complete lack of ambition coupled with his inability to speak the truth.
The once proud Castle was now severely neglected and eventually even the long suffering Geordie Nation rose up in revolt against the evil and corrupt Knight driving him and his fellow Southerners from the land.
Alas by this stage darkness had descended over the Region and the once impregnable fortress lay in ruins after malicious and deliberate neglect.
Many seasons would pass before New Glories would be visited upon the ruined Castle in the form of a new Knight and Messiah named Sir Alan of Gosforth.
Once more the Geordie hordes would pour through the gates of the mighty citadel to roar on their intrepid black and white gladiators.
At long last full pride was restored to the historic Castle which had suffered so greatly under the cruel reign of the Knight of C Ashley.
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halfwit. without ashley the whole thing would have gone tits up. its time people woke up and smelled the coffee. they say nobody makes money out of running and owning football clubs. well there s a few around here who ve put nought into nufc and walked off heavy on the hip. ashley may not be everyone s cup of tea but he s been the clubs saviour
I agree financially he’s been good for the club, but a saviour? I don’t think so
lol…very funny…nothing like a bit of black humour.
It’ll be a great day when the fat one takes his pieces of silver and disappears down the A1 to return to his beloved spurs but until then it’s gruel and bollox…let’s just keep on supporting the lads in the meantime and before we know it some mad russian or arab will rescue the fair maiden that is Newcastle United AFC
Saviour my backside, your out of your depth. He’s pulling apart every good bit of the club if you canna see that your blind pal.