Welcome to Whineside, to Woeside and to Tearside, where football bubbles through the veins of a region and where, this season at least, it threatens to corrode the soul.

George Caulkin, one of my favorite, other than the already famed Hubbard and Rae. 

Those Mackems are having the last laugh, two points clear the sorry Geordies, and can still play Liverpool next season. Boro are worst, unable to cope with Downing's absence and Tuncay was obviously too heartbroken to work his socks off. Maybe it is time to pack your stuff and head to Merseyside. 

Championship is the last thing big team like Newcastle would ever like to think about. The ghost of Elland Road will haunt St. James Park for as long as Newcastle are in the Championship. Such coincidence, my first Premier League match as a spectator was a match between the two relegated clubs. Anyway, good luck next season, for I am looking forward to learn some Championship kick of English football.

Robbie Keane thought he could return as the bone in contention, when he scored Spurs' first and only goal at Anfield, but the Reds were too good to allow anyone to humiliate them in front of the Kop. 

It was an emotional farewell to the legendary Sami Hyypia, and the sight of him replacing Stevie G at 84th minutes, and wearing the captain's armband was heart-rending. We will miss you, Sami.

Another trophy-less season for us but we achieved something great this season: re-establishing ourself as a serious title contender. United were close to shed Devils tears, and mark my word, Liverpool will be back to haunt them.

Premier League, checked. Let's have some Malaysian football, shall we?