If there has been one downside to everything Newcastle have achieved over the last few weeks it is that their great rivals Sunderland appear to be intent on ensuring they match them every step of the way.
As Newcastle rattled in three against Reading at the weekend, Sunderland were doing exactly the same thing at Fulham to banish their own relegation worries. As United racked up a third successive win, Sunderland matched them blow for blow.
For someone like me who does not share the same regional rivalries and tribalism, seeing both clubs do well is something akin to an ideal situation. Although I appreciate that, for those who were born and bred on Tyneside, Wearside, Northumberland and Durham, such matters are far more significant.
However I reckon - and I could be wrong as it does happen occasionally - that, despite the hostility, the history, the key waving, the declarations of hatred and so on, that Newcastle fans are actually quite pleased to see Sunderland staying up and visa-versa.
If I was on stage I might have been booed off by now with a rotten tomato whizzing past my left ear or a half drunk bottle bouncing off the back of my bounce, but I'm not on stage and the worst you can hit me with is a few barbed comments so I shall continue.
See, I think, while you like nothing more than beating each other, you also enjoy each other's company, even if you are reluctant to admit it for fear of being ostracised by other members of your clan.
After all, if you aren't in the same division you don't get the chance to humiliate each other and the closest thing you get to a derby is a game against the Smoggies who are basically a team from North Yorkshire! Where's the fun in that?
I have been asked in the past by those interested to discover where a London boy's allegiance lies, whether I prefer Newcastle or Sunderland. But I'm afraid it is a fence I have never got off, I like both as I have to watch both and it is better watching a good team than a bad one!
However, if I had a gun to my head, if my loved ones were locked in a room and their lives threatened by the Wearside Liberation Force or the Newcastle Republican Army unless I came down on the side of one club or the other, I'd have to say...... the name's Bond. James Bond and open a can of whupass on them all, free the hostages and save the day.
You didn't really think I was going to say did you? I'm an objective journalist don't you know!
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