I used hate watching or listening to the rags, unless the horrible bastards were playing us. I avoided them like the plague.
Today I couldn't wait to wait to get home after work and put the TV on to watch.
We went back out again just after and listened to the whole of the second half.
Not at any stage did I feel the old trepidation that scum would get a result out of that match.
On Thursday morning, I said to my manager at work - a Newcastle supporter - only half-jokingly, after their defeat at Swansea on Wednesday, "Well, at least you have an easy game on Saturday!"
And so it proved.
After all the shit we've had to take for the last thirty-plus years, I'm loving the disintegration - albeit possibly temporary - of that horrible club.
Long may it continue!