The street parties are booked. The bunting and Broon Ale ordered. If it is not over until the Fat Lady sings then she has cleared her throat and is already hitting the high notes. Job done.
Champions League football is a certainty and the cathedral on the hill is about to be turned into a cauldron of celebration. I Don't Like Mondays, sang Bob Geldof and the Boomtown Rats. Geordies LOVE Mondays. This Monday anyway.
Theoretically a point is required against a doomed and desperate Leicester City but such is Newcastle United's superior goal difference it is likely all academic.
