Yes Pardew has his excuses - Cabaye, Remy, fan pressure, he wasn't wearing his lucky undertants, etc etc.
However, his tactics in the Tyne-Wear derby could hardly have been more easier for Gus Poyet and his team to conquer.
Pardew has now been outdone by Poyet four times in a row, twice with Brighton and twice with Sunderland.
The man continues to haunt him ... simply because he is a better manager!
Newcastle have not lost three derbies on the spin since the 20th century.
It would be interesting to see in which era Jose Mourinho would place this performance after branding West Ham’s tactics as “football from the19th century” this week.
It was just so basic and so easy for the opposition to fathom out, and by his body language, Pardew KNEW he was being out-done.
The 90 minutes writing out his shopping list in that little black notebook is a Pardew trade mark "errr ... bread, milk, cheese ..." BUT he didn't bother on Saturday.
He was shell-shocked, no answers, no idea.
Veteran defensive partnership John O’Shea and Wes Brown took care or Shola, and Phil Bardsley (of all people) had the measure of Hatem Ben Arfa.
Ameobi was used as the derby battering ram like he has been in past Tyne-Wear tussles, yet he didn't have any support.
There was no Kevin Nolan or Joey Barton to pump up the troops.
Some players in a black-and-white shirt looked disinterested, Vernon Anita didn't know what the f*** was going on, Tim Krul and Davide Santon wanted to fight each other, while the majority of the team went through the motions.
This was the nightmare scenario for Newcastle fans as Sunderland’s supporters taunted them about their forthcoming Wembley visit and sang the “Don’t sell Cabaye” song.
We have a manager who is shit scared of European competitions - and he admits it - and don't even mention the cups.
The bottom line is Sunderland have a manager who is heading to greatness (not with Sunderland I hope), and we have Pardew - a born loser!