Kevin Keegan and I have talked about this, though, and we’ve agreed that it’s entirely his fault: not yours, and certainly not mine. He won’t be able to serenade the winner, now, but if it’s all right with you, he would still like to sing you a song. Here he is, then, a chastened Kevin Keegan, a wiser Kevin Keegan, with a very special rendition of “Let Me Put My Love Into You,” from AC/DC’s 1980 masterpiece, Back in Black.
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by Brian Phillips · January 22, 2008
…okay then, if it’s not too late.
It wouldn’t surprise me if KK quit the Newcastle job after next weeks grim 1-0 win saying “yeh I’m off. It’ a massive club, and a massive job, and I’m not up to it”.
As I’m the only entry, and by default the winner, can I please have, as a prize, a Tuesday portrait of a Toffee. Any Toffee.
Ah, Trent. I appreciate your effort, and if it were up to me, maybe…but it’s Kevin, you see. He says you’re twelve hours late, and that picking the subject of the portrait wasn’t the prize for this contest anyway.
I’ll try to talk to him, but I doubt I’ll have much success. I won’t disguise it; he’s down. Chin on his chest. I’m trying to keep him away from the toilets, for fear this little contest snafu could bring the Newcastle experiment to a premature termination.
Brian! I have not, of late, been reading the blogs I normally read with as much close attention since real life has brutally intervened, forcing me to do unfamiliar things like work really hard, so I apologise for missing your rather appealling contest. Damn it.
Hey, that’s okay, Spangles. Even Kevin Keegan can understand that a class on the Habsburg Empire isn’t going to prepare itself. In fact, what are you doing reading this? Shouldn’t you be off printing up a list of Metternich’s blunders at the Congress of Vienna? You could probably repurpose it later as a description of Newcastle’s transfer policy over the next eight months, so make sure you hold onto the document.