The North Shields Albert were formed from the ashes of the Sportsman, in the same season as they disbanded from that particular public house, due to it being "shit" to quote several players. The Albert at least had a jukebox and a pool table to tempt the miscreants, most of which still seem to avoid the bar after the games.

After the motherboard of Blyth and Wansbeck Sunday sex sermons electrocuted the loins of several players in the first version of the team a few years back, the time had come to once again inpregnate the womb of Ashington and Blyth pitches with the sort of flowing football and crying only a young baby can bring... And so the new team came to be, with young impressario Dean Clay taking the reigns of management as his own father had years before. It almost seemed like destiny.

With his faithful bitch May doing the assisting, this left Clay to make several key decisions in tactical departments, such as to ressurect Colin "Lazarus" Dougal from the dead, and to lick the anus of previous clean bottys, which forced them to explode all over pitches from North Shields, West Moor and Newsham.

Also if anyone is interested in attending monthly meetings on a Monday at Newsham club contact myself via this website, as no other bastad from out team will...