Ahh good old Newcastle.
Where the family trees go STRAIGHT UP.
The crowd is an absolute disgrace up there, although I am the first to admit it was pretty quiet up there on Saturday night.
Usually you can't move from the drunken inbred HICKS up there.
From the 11yr old girls looking for their future husbands, to the 85yr old Aunty Doris's who swear more than their grandchildren, sitting on that line on the hill in their little chairs, it's usually just a horrible place.
However, that new grandstand is a ripper. It's good to see what OUR TAX DOLLARS have paid for:x
But at least it was pretty quiet up there on Saturday.
They certainly don't like hearing the truth about Johns but do they? The biggest THUG in League and they carry on like he is royalty. And THAT is probably the saddest thing of all about the place.