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Scratch forward 30 short months. October 25, 2015. Inexplicable midday kick off. Newcastle lose 3–0. Three men, drunk on derby day emotion, take an innocent horse by the bridle and pepper him with punches, leaving him battered and bruised and broken on the ground. The horse is called Herby. He is made out of fiberglass. He is largely unhurt but people send get well cards to the Italian restaurant he stands outside. Geordie horse punching has just turned from a crime into a tradition."On the day we were pretty annoyed," says Ryan Darrington of the Herb Garden restaurant. "It's not the first time Herby has been attacked, climbed on, kidnapped, or even used to pole dance around—that one didn't end well. Nobody likes to see a drunk girl collapsed on the floor pinned down by a full size horse."On NOISEY: I Went on a First Date with Ty Dolla $ign and We Had Afternoon Tea
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The foundations of Geordie masculinity have broken down to such a degree that all that is left is a person punching a plastic horse. The pace of the decline is so rapid that, looking back, the original assault on a police horse seems like a rational act by comparison. At least it was a real horse. But unusual practices appear where there is fear and neglect, and there are no false idols here. This is a common purpose, a common cause, a reaction to the directionless nature of contemporary manhood.The fear, of course, is that the outrage spreads south, taking in derby days wherever it can find them—yours Liverpools, your Birminghams, North London, the south coast—continuing down until it reaches Epsom, the inevitable conclusion. Lads will spill en masse into the paddocks trying to punch the winner of the 5.15, and for a moment they will seem to overwhelm the officials, before being beaten back into retreat after damaging a promotional Investec zebra. This is the future.But for now, Tyneside is the battleground, and the Geordie male the foot soldier. The altercations here have prevented a full scale conflict—equine icons have become the punching bags for misplaced anger. But the real concern should be how to sustain this new Geordie tradition, or else substitute it for another which can provide an equally compelling masculine narrative without the fiberglass debris littering the street. How much longer can this war between man and horse continue? And at what cost?"One of the chaps involved rang up and paid for some of the damage," adds Darrington, a director at the Herb Garden. His brother made him phone up and offer £200 [$305] towards Herby's repair. "That paid for getting the front doors fixed, however Herby is still awaiting some reconstructive surgery."Next time, the damage to Herby may be irreparable, or £200 in fiberglass damages may not be forthcoming. Newcastle may lose a vital release value on its testosterone-filled pressure cooker. A dystopian derby day nightmare may spread across the country. Horses get punched in their droves.We have to do something. Masculinity is in crisis and Herby's fiberglass shoulders can't bear the weight of a generation of lost Geordie men alone. He's already held together with bandages and his rainbow bridle, he cannot sustain indefinitely. On International Men's Day, spare a thought for the Geordie male. Spare a thought for him, and the horses in his way.Follow Arlen Pettitt on Twitter.On Fightland: The Prolific and Upsetting History of Humans Boxing Kangaroos