WHAT A TURNAROUND!

It's ne of those mornings when you wake up and wonder if the events of the day before where just a dream.

Or, to be more precise - a nightmare, followed by a dream!!

I'm going to make an enormous confession now, mostly to absolve my conscience as I feel really disapponted with myself.

I was one of the fans who walked out at half time. I KNOW, I KNOW you don't need to have a go at me, but after the fourth goal I just couldn't bear to watch any more, not because I was particularly angry with the players, but because I couldn't bear to watch their humiliation.

I do have a theory - and Charles and james will confirm this - that whenever I watch NUFC THEY WILL LOSE. When the match is on TV, I can guarantee that if I sit down to watch for a minute, the other team will immediately score. This is why we record all matches, so that my watchful presence has no influence on the result!

So, although I feel sickened with myself for ducking out and seeking refuge in retail therapy, I also think I made absolutely the right decision - because those four goals simply wouldn't have been scored if I had still been sitting in my seat, nerves jangling, heart racing and nails bitten to the quick.

I have to say, that I wandered around Eldon Square in a state of shock. In my head I imagined that the final result would see Arsenal in double figures. However, I did get an inkling that things may be chnging for the better, when I sat outside Starbucks and could hear the crowd going berserk following what could only be a goal. Again I was convinced it would be another Arsenal goal, but the volume seemed to dictate otherwise and is was with some degree of trepidation that at 5pm I approached a family wearing Newcastle scarves to ask them if they knew the final result. When they told me I was gobsmacked - and I think they were a bit too, especially as they had also left at half time and only knew the score bcause of the wonders of texting.

I have watched our goals subsequently (Tiote is an absolute hero and is almost certain therefore to be next out of the door.) and really wish I could have stuck in there and witnessed it all first hand. But, for the good of the club (and my health) it was right and fitting that I left when I did.