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Dear Eddie,
Thank you.
Thank you for the top four, for the Champions League, for this season of discovery and self-discovery, for the wonder of winning and its piercing noise. Thank you for the primal rage of St James’ Park.
Thank you for giving us the month of May and a flutter of tension, a feeling which is familiar and a reason that is not, to be the hunters not the hunted.
Thank you for this heartbeat.
Thank you for this version of Newcastle United, one which plays angry and plays loud, which runs and keeps running until lungs explode and legs collapse and then runs on empty until there is nowhere left to run. Thank you for this regal fury.
Thank you for allowing us to reclaim our streets; people smiling, restaurants buzzing, bars buzzing, an entire city a beehive of buzzing, connected to the club again, one and indivisible, alive and awash with happiness.
After all those sour years of being patronised or ignored, of people failing to appreciate why things were so shit, of being told we expected too much or demanded too much or felt too much, thank you for reminding us not to give a fuck.
Thank you for tapping into a part of our personality, as a club and a place, we had half-forgotten. You are not Kevin Keegan or Sir Bobby Robson, you are solid and less flamboyant, but when I interviewed you in September and you said “I’m not here to just exist”, it struck me like a fist. So much of our identity as a region is about isolation, being cast aside or left to rot and we either accept it or we fight. Thank you for the fight.
Thank you for coming here and getting us. Thank you for bothering. In spite of some witless commentary over the decades, Newcastle has never been wedded to kamikaze football or Hollywood signings or distrustful of outsiders. The most fundamental aspects of Newcastle have always been our openness, our industry. Embrace us like we embrace life, like we embrace you, and we never let go.

You are a man of Bournemouth. You are a man of Newcastle. Thank you, for being one of us.
Thank you for letting me walk into work with a swagger, free of dread. Thank you for letting me take the piss rather than having the piss ripped from me. Thank you for making the professional part of my life a pleasure, knowing I’ll have goals to drool over, blocks to boast about, pressing to admire.
Thank you for letting us release our anxiety, for making other teams shrivel from us. Thank you for letting us travel the country, not with hope but with belief, the certain knowledge that our players will give everything, chase everything, scrap for everything. Thank you for making us clever as well as good, street-smart warriors who can manage a game and see it out. Sam Allardyce was spot on when he called out all that bullshit and said everybody does it, all the big teams, as if Pep Guardiola’s magnificent Manchester City don’t know how to clip an opponent’s heels when it suits them.
Having said that, thank you for the shithousing because it’s fucking brilliant and it’s fucking hilarious.
Thank you for forging this fine team. As I write to you, I can picture the response from elsewhere — “calm down, you’ve not won anything” — but those people don’t appreciate how little we’ve had to cheer and how novel it feels to see your lads put a shift in, enhancing each other. They are a team in the purest sense, greater than the sum of their parts, all in it together.
Some will go, others will replace them, but thank you for building the class of 2022-23 and the memories they will leave, a special, grounded group who, for one more match, are bonded together, welded together, who have lifted Newcastle towards the elite.
The easy thing, the lazy thing, is to say you’ve splurged a fortune, but not compared to plenty of others and what you’ve actually done is take a club at its lowest ebb, bottom of the Premier League, and offered balance to years of under-spending or misspending.

Thank you for buying well and sensibly, for making your foundation a core of character.
Thank you for not going down that well-trodden route of instant gratification. Thank you for giving us Bruno Guimaraes, Sven Botman and Alexander Isak, quality players we were intrigued by but who were hardly household names. Thank you for those gorgeous shimmies and soft, weighted touches and a promise of the Newcastle to come…
Thank you for bringing Dan Burn home to us, for letting him be us and represent us, game in, week out, for the drive and delight of realising his boyhood dream, from watching the Champions League as a kid to taking us there.
Thank you for your skill at resurrection, for yanking back players we had half-pushed out the door. Thank you for Joelinton, a joke centre-forward but the most serious, substantive midfielder you could imagine, a beast, a presence, as hard as they come, launching into everything.
Thank you for the conversation I had the other day when I turned to a mate and said: “You know, we’re just not the same team without Sean Longstaff,” and then catching myself as I said it, an unimaginable sentence a couple of years ago and a forgotten footballer, now integral to everything good about Newcastle. Thank you for Fabian Schar, for Jacob Murphy, for Miguel Almiron and colossal improvement. Thank you for Kieran Trippier, the first piece of your jigsaw and still the most vital, for his brilliant delivery and his brilliant leadership. He was the big one, an England international, a winner of La Liga, who saw what might lie beyond the muddy wasteland of a relegation battle. He was the message, the signature signing, the statement and he has been a proper, proper, fucking captain all season.
Thank you for this miserly defence and this expansive forward line, for Nick Pope’s saves and Callum Wilson’s goals. Thank you for — and to — all of them.

Thank you for our lost weekend in London, for that drunken karaoke in Trafalgar Square. If the Carabao Cup final didn’t go the way we wanted, the way we planned — catching us just as we dipped — then thank you for encouraging us to dream again, to yearn again, to have that bittersweet pain of a near miss.
Thank you for letting us have our history. Thank you for inviting me to the training ground in the days before Wembley, when I spoke to your squad and told them they’d already made us proud. Thank you for doing the same with other old players, for making us feel part of one unbroken chain — a chain that had snapped under the previous ownership — the same stretch of grass, the same stadium, the same club, the same urge to be there and share in it.
All of us, United.
Thank you for this beginning.
“(I’ve) got that fear of tomorrow,” you said in our interview, but If I can ask one thing of you, Eddie, just one more thing, it’s this: let tomorrow go to hell, just this once. Look up and look around, see what you’ve unleashed and drink it in.
Thank you for making home feel like home again.
Best wishes,
Alan.

我来稍微翻译一下吧，以防有兄弟看不太明白。
“即使在伦敦渡过了一个失落的周末、在特拉法加广场由无数伤心的歌曲唱响，我们也依然感谢你。纵使卡拉宝杯的决赛不尽如人意，没能如梦想那般捧得桂冠，我们也依然感谢你，是你又重新给予了我们再一次的梦想、再一次的渴望、哪怕是再一次的苦涩的泪水。
感谢你让我们又重新创造了历史。我衷心的感谢你邀请我去参加决赛前的训练课，当我站在小伙子们跟前的时候，我告诉他们‘你们已经足够让大家自豪了’。我更加感谢你能同等地对待每一位老将，是你让我们感到自己重新被需要，仿佛是一种吸引力一般，它号召着大家重新回到每一寸草皮、回到这座体育场、回到这座俱乐部、回到这份急切的期盼。
我们大家，又重新联合到了一起。
感谢你为我们带来这一切。
你在采访中说过‘我对明天报以畏惧感’，但是现在，我有一句话想要托付给你，埃迪，那就是：让明天见鬼去吧，我们只要现在。抬头看看你给我们带来的这一切吧，看看大家沉浸在怎样的快乐当中，你值得去享受这一切。
感谢你，让这个大家庭又重新变得更像家了。
祝好，
阿兰。”

四楼好像被吐出来了，我再更一下全文

致埃迪，
谢谢你。
谢谢你带领我们进入前四，重返欧冠赛场，在这一个赛季的重拾自我的旅程里，为我们不断地带来胜利和呐喊。感谢你又重新激活了圣詹姆斯公园的雄心。
感谢你给我们带来了一个梦幻般的五月以及随之而来的悸动，一种熟悉的感觉仿佛又流经了全身，他们是猎物，我们才是猎人。
感谢你为大家所注入的心跳节拍。
感谢你为纽卡斯尔联带来的全新面貌，让小伙子们一直保持愤怒、充满激情的去拼去抢，去奔跑直到耗尽最后一丝气力、直到全场都洒满汗水和脚步。感谢你为我们带来的这股怒火。
感谢你又让激情回到了这里；球迷在街头欢唱，餐厅和酒吧响彻胜利的歌谣，整座城市又重新回到了欢愉的怀抱，又能和这所俱乐部重新紧密相连，仿佛重获新生。
在忍受了数年之久以后，我们终于不再被敷衍、被忽视，那些人把我们珍视的事物视若草芥，还大言不惭“是你们眼高于顶、不切实际”，感谢你让我们能够忘记曾经的痛苦。
感谢你愿意接纳并融入这里，作为一所俱乐部和一个家庭，我们曾经快要被遗忘。也许你无法成为凯文基冈或是博比罗布森爵士，但是我还记得当我在九月采访你的时候，你也说过“我不想仅仅是个过客”，这样的豪言壮语就像一记老拳冲击在我的心头。曾经的我们被遗弃、被无视、被一脚踢开，感谢你，是你让我们又重新加入了这场战斗。
感谢你愿意叨扰，来到这里。尽管过去的数十年以来，纽卡斯尔一直笼罩在愚蠢的阴影之下，一度被视作笑柄，但是这所俱乐部赖以生存的基石一直还流传在高地人的内心，我们的开放包容、我们对足球的热爱。就像你面对生活那样面对大家，我们也会回报以最真实的热情，绝不放手。
即使在伦敦渡过了一个失落的周末、在特拉法加广场有无数伤心的歌曲唱响，我们也依然感谢你。纵使卡拉宝杯的决赛不尽如人意，没能如梦想那般捧得桂冠，我们也依然感谢你，是你又重新给予了我们再一次的梦想、再一次的渴望、哪怕是再一次的苦涩的泪水。
感谢你让我们又重新创造了历史。我衷心的感谢你邀请我去参加决赛前的训练课，当我站在小伙子们跟前的时候，我能够骄傲地告诉他们说“你们已经足够让大家自豪了”。我更加感谢你能同等地对待每一位老将，是你让我们感到自己重新被需要，这样的信赖仿佛是一种吸引力一般，它号召着大家重新回到每一寸草皮、回到这座体育场、回到这所俱乐部，来一起回应大家急切的期盼。
我们大家，又重新联合到了一起。
感谢你为我们带来了这一切。
你在采访中说过“我对明天报以畏惧感”，但是现在，我有一句话想要托付给你，埃迪，那就是：让明天见鬼去吧，我们只要现在。抬头看看你给我们带来的这一切吧，看看大家沉浸在怎样的快乐当中，你值得去享受这一切。
感谢你，让这个大家庭又重新变得更像家了。
祝好，
阿兰。

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