Newcastle 2-1 Spurs

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If I would have never previously considered booking a holiday on a potential league cup date (see previous report), then in my season ticket holding days I would have faked my own death to get out of a holiday coinciding with a home league game.

Luckily, I didn't exactly miss following this one.

Plane touched down at 1326, match blaring on my phone at 1328.

You're welcome, LoganAir passengers.

As an aside - sort your website out NUFC.

I shouldn't have to refresh the page on your audio player every 3 minutes to get it to wake up.

So, in between wrangling a tired family and lots of luggage onto the one metro that happened to be running today while listening to the match in one ear, I inadvertently forgot myself and ended up shouting HARVEY BARNES to the carriage, picturing his volley as described by Ando.

Almost as good as being there, I keep telling myself.

My expression darkened for the next hour, a combination of being on the metro and us not meting out the usual Spurs thrashing, instead ceding possession over and over, Burn eventually walloping the ball into the roof of his own net.

But despite the creeping negativity that's been festering since the long drawn out nohtingness of the end of the transfer window, the crowd stuck with the lads and the sight of Murphy haring down the wing, Isak alongside him in the middle, was a tonic.

Jacob Murphy - a proper old fashioned winger.

Pace, a good dribbler, not afraid to shoot, but by no means a glory hunter, and in this case he put it on a silver platter for Isak to finish with aplomb.

We saw out the final minutes with surprising calmness, new captain Bruno taking the opportunity to indulge in some crowd orchestration.

Consecutive home wins to start the season - for the first time since 2000, which I find a mind-boggling stat - and unbeaten away in both league and cup.

We're Newcastle and we're gonna win- everything?.