After a surprising absence of pre derby nerves in the build up to the match, they kicked in on Friday. I ended up watching the Di Canio derby again hoping that this year could match the result. Last year was good, but this year was better.
Last year we were told they were tired because of Europe and Papis Cisse's goal was onside so we were lucky. This year it's the effect of Yohan Cabaye’s sale that the Skunk apologists in the local media are putting the annual Newcastle humiliation down to.
We bossed the match, from start to finish. Poyet out managed Pardew again and the only disappointments were that we couldn't add to the three and we were denied the opportunity to wear our red n white stripes.
Thanks to the ridiculous kick off time and the decision to ban early drinking we were forced into having our pre match drinks at my mates house before heading into town for our final drink before kick-off. I know many of you prefer going by bus but I wouldn't swap the train at all. It's fantastic and the walk up to and back from the council pitch is great fun. It also ensures not spending any money in that god forsaken place. The ticket money is all they will get off me. Ever.
Skunks are funny creatures. Firstly they stink. They also think that cheesy chips, Panda pop and a song about keys really wind us up. Frankly it doesn't bother me. I've had cheesy chips in Ayia Napa and never seen a Gregg's there! So it was great to ram their taunts down their throat by adding to it with a mention of Wembley.
If the chips were the main, the panda pop was the aperitif then a kebab was next course. Nicking the Cabaye song as a taunt really wound them up and was another memorable moment from what was a great day.
We returned back on cloud nine to continue the party back in Sunderland. Whilst a Saturday early kick off didn't appeal at 6am Saturday morning it certainly led to a great afternoon and evening – not to mention the biggest hangover of the season come Sunday.
Will it be beaten in early March or will there be cheesy chips available in Trafalgar Square to try and soak up the alcohol?