The Easy Winners
I’ve been a bit busy today so all I’ve got time to do is mark the news that by beating Plymouth Argyle, 2-0 away from home Newcastle United have won the Championship. In truth they only needed one point from their remaining three games to be sure of the title, but they passed the winning post in style with a comfortable victory that in fact condemns Plymouth to relegation. This may not mean very much to most readers of this blog, but I can assure you that being a Newcastle supporter is sometimes a thankless task and ‘m absolutely delighted to see the club return to the Premier League in such a surprisingly convincing way.
I was thinking of posting a little bit of music to celebrate, and this sprang to mind. It’s my favourite Scott Joplin rag and it’s called – appropriately enough – The Easy Winners. It was written in 1901 and the original sheet music is decorated with pictures of sporting events. It is also one of the few rags that the composer himself recorded as a piano roll, although I have my doubts as to whether this is actually that version..
In the Dark 
April 20, 2010 at 8:31 am
As ever the wonderful dailymash has captured the mood on Tyneside:
http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/sport/sport-headlines/newcastle-fans-to-resume-inexplicable-self%11confidence-201004062618/
April 20, 2010 at 8:35 am
Well, it’s right about one thing.
Newcastle is the best city in the world. Fact.
April 21, 2010 at 9:17 pm
Roll on the Premier League! I’m always disappointed about the lack of singing at St James these days, so I’ve written a couple of ditties, what do you think?
He took the ball from Harper’s pass, ole, ole
He turned you twice with two drag backs, ole, ole
He crossed halfway with lightning pace, an eye for goal and a grin on his face – we all know that Jose’s going to score
He’s passed the ball to Spiderman, ole, ole
He’s on his bike like an olympian, ole, ole
He’s into the box with time to spare, and your full back is having a mare – we all know that Jose’s going to score
He’s got the ball inside the box, ole, ole
He beats a man by the penalty spot, ole, ole
He smashes the ball into the net, he whips of his shirt and flashes his pecs – with your lass whor Jose’s going to score
La la la la la la la la la, la la
La la la la la la la la la, la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
We all know that Jose’s going to score
Repeat until hoarse