I am an avid Newcastle United fan, I bet some of you already knew that. I have so many happy and sad stories from being a Newcastle United fan, but this one, is my saddest stories. It was started in a sunny day of 1997, when Dad (now he had passed away) took me to one of the sport shops in Semarang. A little me –at that time I Β studied in junior high school– stopped and stared at a clothes rack full of colourful fake jerseys. AC Milan, Sampdoria, Manchester United, Fiorentina, etc. “You can pick the one that you like, son.” Dad smiled andΒ rubbed my hair. Yay! I moved to the rack vigorously, choosing the jerseys. It was the time when I started…