And won f**k all.
The last time I saw Newcastle win anything was at a pre-season tournament in Dublin, twelve years ago. "Let's hang around for the presentation. It might be the only trophy we ever see," my mate suggested. He wasn't joking. A week later our star player went over on his ankle and was never the same again.
You get used to these things. It's not the false hope that's the worst part of being a Newcastle fan but the depressing inevitability of each and every failure.