West Bromwich Albion (a) Premiership
43 mins Newcastle could really have scored several of these given Albion's depleted central defence. A low purposeful cross (this time from a corner) by Nolberto Solano was headed in from 12 yards by Jermain Jenas. This can be a simple game at times....1-0
Half time: West Brom 0 Newcastle 1
57 mins Dobie seized on a downward header and following a good first touch he was able to steer the ball past Given. 1-1
72 mins Dobie took advantage of a loose ball in the area and a static United defence to curl a right-footed shot around Given and in off the far post. 1-2
80 mins Hugo Viana knew
exactly what he
was going to do, as did virtually everyone in the ground including the
Full time: West Brom 2 Newcastle 2
Sir Bobby Robson kept a lid on
his temper and said:
Former Magpie Gary Megson
This was our 700th top flight draw (Division One
& Premier League).
completed a century of league starts for the club and Nolberto
Solano notched 150.
1-0 Fulham (Shearer 39)
At least we managed a second after the resumption against the Baggies, unlike in the other four games. That run of half-time 1-0 scorelines can also be extended to 8 out of the last 11 games in all competitions.
We missed the chance to match last seasons 71
Premiership points by not winning, ending the season on 69pts. In
the end, our away form compared reasonably favourably with other recent
seasons, although the nine defeats were ultimately costly.
I've never been a believer in having a "second" team.
St. James' Park was probably the nearest football pitch to my place of
birth (I'm not including the lethal four foot high goals on the Nun's
Moor here) so I never really had a more local team than Newcastle to
So where on earth did I develop a "soft spot" for the Baggies? It's
difficult to say. There is some early evidence - my 1974 FA Cup Final
programme is defaced with their FA Cup successes underlined with a
black felt tip pen. Hardly conclusive proof and other than having an early
West Brom subbuteo team, I can't think why.
Ever since the fixtures came out I'd hoped that there wouldn't be much resting on this game and although I'm sad to see them drop back down to Division One, I'm glad it wasn't us sending them down on the final day. However, the carnival atmosphere didn't detract from the hunger of both sets of fans to end memorable Premiership seasons with a win.
For me, this was a big test for our youngsters - a glimpse of things to
come with no Shearer and no Speed and no-one to really command the side
with Kieron Dyer once again handed the captain's armband. LuaLua and Shola
had the chance to shine as they had done against Bayer Leverkusen and at
the back it was the chance for Steve Caldwell to persuade Bobby he was
worth more that his current contract valuation.
Once the first whistle went it was certainly game on - neither team were pulling out of much and there was some hard graft from the home side and a distinct lack of anything resembling an exhibition of uninhibited free-flowing football. Bob Taylor became the first victim, going down in a crumpled heap, although his injury looked to be the result of an awkward fall rather than a heavy challenge. He was obviously in some discomfort although the stretcher-bearers were waved away as he limped on.
We were starting to gain the upper hand - more through gifts from the opposition rather than any incision from our midfield or attack. Occasionally we would knock it around swiftly and precisely but the end result was usually a floated cross from Solano onto the head of Shearer. Unfortunately our top scorer was on the other side of the city in the SKY box at St. Andrews.
With LuaLua and Shola in the middle we have no aerial presence and exactly why Viana and Solano persisted in lifting balls into the middle was baffling. Fair enough, they were undoubtedly weak at the back but we didn't have anyone to exploit that. Shola seems to duck when he jumps and for a gymnast Lua doesn't seem to have much spring unless he precedes it with three or four tumbles....
Of course, we ended up scoring through a header and it was one that Big Al would have been proud of. A corner was whipped into the danger area and of all people JJ met it full-on to divert it from near the penalty spot. A less likely source of a goal is hard to imagine, given the previous 42 minutes but it was a welcome break to the stalemate.
By that time we could and should have been behind. Taylor inevitably admitted defeat and his lengthy departure from the pitch received generous applause from all sides of the ground. Up front they were poor and with Dichio looking every bit a failed mackem, Andy Johnson missed a sitter, trying to lob Given when a low shot to the side of our keeper would surely have opened the scoring. Dichio's low point came when he almost seemed to stop and claim an offside decision for us, rather than turn the ball in from inside the six yard box.
Yet another 1-0 interval lead flattered us slightly but we had managed to make dispirited and disjointed relegation fodder look good. Credit to the Baggies, however, for giving it everything, as they seemed to have done for all but the Liverpool home game.
No changes for us at half-time with Bobby probably waiting for our second goal before introducing Ambrose and Chopra. He had a long time to wait....
Captain Dyer was quite frankly a disgrace in the second half. His movement and touches weren't bad, although he certainly wasn't at his best but his attitude was rotten. Two or three times he wasn't given decisions that could well have gone his way but to stop and raise his arms in disgust rather than try to win the ball back was prima donna behaviour at its worst. To then turn round and sarcastically clap ref Barber when he eventually got a free-kick was pathetic and he was lucky that his lecture wasn't accompanied by a card.
No, Dyer was passing up his opportunity to rise head and houlders above his peers big style. Unfortunately Shola followed his lead moments later with a similar tantrum and it was no coincidence that Albion took heart and took the lead. Both goals were similar coming from the right boot of Scott Dobie on the left hand side of our area. Marking was sloppy but his finishes were tidy enough and suddenly the whole ground was bouncing.
To be fair, it wasn't the end of the world for us and a fair few of us joined in with the "Boing, Boing!" celebrations. But that didn't excuse the lack of professionalism on the pitch from our lot and Bobby was clearly fuming. As he revealed afterwards it was vital we didn't let the season finish with a whimper.
Thanks goodness we didn't have too long to wait to get back on terms.
Darren Ambrose had already replaced the increasingly disinterested Solano
and made a couple of good runs before Dyer was a bit fortunate to win a
free-kick on the edge of the 'D'.
This allowed Michael Chopra to get on and as he had done for Watford, he looked lively and tricky on the ball but too easily dispossessed. Visions of Jamie Coppinger, Paul Brayson and other promising starlets flashed before my eyes but hopefully my natural pessimism proves to be unfounded.
Thankfully, Shay dealt with one or two one-on-ones and the game ended in an amicable share of the spoils. With more good-natured swapping of chants ("You're not bouncing anymore" etc.) followed by some heart-warming swapping of shirts by the fans and handshakes all round as two sets of genuine fans bid their farewells.
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when but I hope it's damn soon. I'd rather have a team like this in the Premiership than the East Midland rabble soon to be replacing them. And heaven forbid that we have to travel to the Molyneux again.
A cracking day out played in the spirit that very rarely happens in the
pressure-cooker, money-driven world that football now inhabits. However,
that's the one we play in and this talented team of ours needs to adopt
the hard-headed ruthlessness that brings home trinkets if we are to be
remembered for decades to come.
The one player who had every right to act like a huffy bairn after his recent derisory contract offer stood out from the rest. I can't believe he or Steve Harper for that matter, will be forced out of the club. That really would be cutting off an O'Brien-sized hooter to spite your face....