By Big Mac, the OAP Blogger from Byker

Whey aye, what’s this pure pish wi’ Isak then? I’m tellin’ ye, it’s a bleedin’ disgrace! This lad could’ve been a Shearer, graftin’ away, proper Toon number 9! Man, no messing about. But noo? Nah, he’s lookin’ more like an Owen, all flash, no heart, and ready to scarper the minute he don’t get his own way. Absolute belta for takin’ the piss, if ye ask me.

Alan Shearer, now he was the real deal. A Geordie through and through, who gave every sodden drop of sweat for the Toon. None of this faffin’ about or sulkin’ when the wind changed. And then there’s Owen, a decent player maybe, but no loyalty, just a selfish git who legged it when the going got tough. Isak’s startin’ to show his true colours, and it’s nae pretty.

And it’s no just Isak who struggles wi’ loyalty and grit when movin’ on. Look at Andy Carroll, his move tae Liverpool was meant tae be a big thing, record fee and all that faff. But what happened? The poor lad ended up a right shower. Injuries kept him off the pitch, and when he did play, it was like he’d lost his feet. Never looked comfortable, like he was playin’ someone else’s game. After a while, he was shuttled off on loan and eventually sold, leavin’ Toon fans scratchin’ their heads and wonderin’ why we bothered. That’s the trouble wi’ takin’ a chance on big money moves, sometimes it just turns into a right mess.

And José Enrique? Another one who looked like he might boss it, but ended up just battlin’ injuries and poor form. When he did get on the pitch, he was all over the shop, no consistency, no confidence, just a shadow o’ the player we knew at the Toon. Fans hoped he’d sort the left-back spot, but instead he faded away and was eventually released like dead weight. Another lad who couldn’t hack it when the pressure was on, if ye ask me.

I’m well up to me neck wi’ these money-grabbing, ego-crazed wankers thinkin’ Newcastle’s just a stepping stone for their little careers. This club’s got soul, man. It’s about pride, passion, and honour. If ye can’t hack that, if ye’re too daft or too selfish to get that, then do us all a favour, jog on back to wherever ye came from.

Isak’s actin’ like a sulky bairn, whinin’ and moanin’ because things ain’t goin’ his way. Well, that’s pure shite and we won’t stand for it. We want players who’ll fight tooth and nail for every ball, who respect the badge like it’s their own family. The fans won’t tolerate no flash git more interested in his own arse than the team.

The Toon’s on the rise, new money, new dreams, but it means now more than ever we need men with balls who know what this club means. If Isak’s too thick or too soft to understand, the door’s wide open. We deserve better, and by gad, we’ll get it.