Reports have emerged that Cameroon international defender Rigobert Song may be leaving Anfield soon to peruse a career at Newcastle United. United had official at Liverpool's reserve meeting with Everton on Tuesday night and reports say they were impressed with what the saw in Song.

The defender signed for Liverpool eighteen months ago from Italy for £2.7m but has been pushed out of the first team after the arrival of German Markus Babbel and the form of Jamie Carragher.

It's the fact that he's coming to "peruse" a career at the Toon that worries me. We've already got Marcelino doing that.

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

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Unless we are going to play him as a central defender this link seems a little strange. Especially with the reputed concerns of our Chairman regarding the number of overseas players.

I don't think he is any better than what we have got at the club, so I hope we don't sign him. The only acceptable scenario would be if he was on a free.

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Media SportsStoryGenerator was cranked up today and cross-referenced team who buy lots of foreigners and currently short of a centre half with a foreign defender out of favour at another club. The same database links Marcelino with whichever Primera Lige club is currently doing significantly worse than last season whenever the Spanish transfer window reopens.

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Subject - Song to join Mags - Buff`s entry

Sing Sing wherever you may be We are the Toon Army, whay ee ee

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

For those NOTK apart from ITK, Emmerson Thome is now known as The Wall

Hey Thome, just a dog without a bone, Just another prick in the Wall

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Geordies here, Geordies there, Geordies every bliddy where, Hutchy`s here, Hutchy`s there, Hutchy`s a Geordie, Rather be a Jock than a makem- gis a wave Hutch.

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Cannot remember game - late 50!s - but to beat record crowd as on must chant from ko to just before half - time, U-N-I-T-E-D, AWESOME,shivers

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

You're on the sauce a bit early Buff ;))getting yersel worked up for the weekend?

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Records show late 68 at White Hot Lane a crew of 23 Geordies and 13 Jocks bedecked in Black n white, military haircuts, fit and erect took over Joe Lucy`s bar and then marched up to the ground in two abreast clapped on by Newcastles travelling support, police thought not to intervene (wise move) singing the following ditty, its first release,

Hold em down ya Geordie Warriors, Hold em down us Geordie lads Repeat ----------------Repeat------------------------Repeat Hey giz a zumba, zumba, zumba, hey giz a zumba, zumber zay Repeat------------------Repeat------------------------Repeat Point tongue in general direction of enemy, wiggle said tongue while patting oneself on back of heed , worked for us anyway!

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Had a ticket too Gav, but hospital appt Monday is a bummer, week-end doon there would take my readings off the Richter, head ower heart this time for once, sauce moi? - had three horses necks last night to test out a gout theory, sorry for yez young uns - insert rusty nails

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

What the @*cks all that about Buff?!!** You been out picking mushrooms?

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Hey buff, I was going to ask you to tell us about the marching incident again. It was that one and MacBeth's recollection of everyone jumping up and down to keep warm that particularly stood out from that thread about match memories on the former bbs.

Hope all goes well on Monday: Saturday is already in the bag. Every interview with a player for months has returned to how much they are talking about the derby game in the dressing room, and Allan Oliver doesn't have the wit to invent it (anyone read his "Banana Man" story the other week...Jesus!).

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000

Softie just the man, even tho we stuck our tongues oot and wiggled them aal aboot, all blacks style, this was an auld Zulu number, correct?, well yer did ask so fer latecomers to the BBs heres some more on the day, I had convened the bus from Pompey with the afor mentioned nutters, took ower this little village pub en route, at 1105 the joanna was gannin full pelt, remember 36 bootnecks giving it waldy with "Tulips from Amsterdam", one of our cleaner selection, hearts and minds. No messing with venues, hitting Norf Landahn, straight to the boozer next to the ground, sure it was called The White Hart, run by Joe Lucy, don`t know the reason but the newspaper billboards were all displaying, "Spurs plan to beat the soccer rowdies"? Service appeared to be adequate although some UNITED fans who had ventured in for pre match bevvy were non plussed at this hithero unknown crew in b&w singing these strange chants. Kick off time we mustered outside pub fell into line (literally) and on the drunken instruction from moi of "Royal Marines Newcastle UNITED, Supporters Club, Pompey Branch, Quick March" cue tribal song!!. London`s finest as explained carried out low level surveillance from a safe distance. I remember heading up to the ground where the Spurs suits had gathered on this balcony to watch this novel experience, I halted the guys, saluted to whoever and asked permission to enter their ground, Must have been given cos we dismissed and took our places, ideal viewing no-one came within 20yards of us, a Geordie Corn Circle. For interest of London based mags, the best run ashore in smoke in those days was the "Prospect of Whitby", by the river, don`t ask me where, celebs, skirt, dossers the lot, plus us, expensive, drink your pint and smash the glass on the floor was the norm, crunch crunch, had to happen, me and the unit light-heavyweight had a punch up, rolling around amongst this glass made it look worse, but that was me finished for the evening. One guy went awol for a week, arrived back with 3 pair of Crocodile Shoes, (that was what we saw)., no names no pack drill, libellious action , just to say, probably in those days his host was the equivalent of your man who has just had his hoose burned doon. Mushrooms, who needs them when you can feed off memories Buff

-- Anonymous, November 16, 2000