He was never a Supermac or a Shearer, and he wore the £40 million price tag like a hazmat suit in black and white stripes.
Even now, his goalscoring record still reads like a begging letter to a food bank.
But as Newcastle's “hunters” surged clear of the rapids, and towards calmer waters down by Kew Bridge, the love affair between Joelinton and the Geordie nation was consummated.
