THERE are times when words do not seem to be enough, when no matter how hard you try, you simply cannot do the size and magnitude of an achievement justice.

No matter how long you attempt to describe it, you will never truly capture the incredible drama and emotion of the occasion.

Newcastle United’s sensational comeback against Arsenal can be summed up in a match report, the brilliance of the feat can be placed on record and what it means to a team which has had to overcome so much this season can be explained.

However, the feeling that accompanied it, that is yours to remember and to cherish. It is too special and too unique to spoil.

It will live forever, it will be there at every match you attend, it will offer hope in even the darkest of Newcastle hours.

It will keep you warm on cold January nights, you will pass it down to your children, it will be romanticised and immortalised and if you were there, if you stayed for the second-half, if you played your part in the dismantling of a superb Arsenal side, you have witnessed one of the greatest games of football Tyneside has ever seen. Only the person reading this knows how they felt as that stunning, fantastic fightback unfolded in front of their eyes.

Only those who stood inside St James’ Park and heard the roar that accompanied each goal, each Newcastle tackle, each Newcastle attack, will know the emotion that overwhelmed them.

It was a wonderful, exhilarating feeling, a rare rush, a spine-tingling, tear-jerking thrill of a ride which pumped you full of adrenaline, pride and joy.

First, though, came the low, the despair and the devastation.

For 45 minutes, Newcastle United were a comedy of errors, only nobody other than Arsenal was laughing.

The defending was so bad, the passing so poor, the marking so slack, the movement so stilted, United were a joke of a football team representing a joke of a football club.

They were a team which looked as if it had been destroyed by the departure of one player, a group of players who no longer believed in itself or the leadership of those who run it because of the controversial sale of Andy Carroll.

They played like players who felt sorry for themselves and sorry for what their season had become.

Arsenal took advantage like cackling hyenas stripping the carcass of a wounded zebra.