Caveblade
Active Member
I listened with interest to Radio Sheffield on the way home last night. Rob Staton kindly extended the show so that all the moaning blades could have their say and the Dingles (with very short memories) could mock us.
Rob talked about the erratic reactions of Blades with highs when we win and lows when we lose. It showed how little he understands about the season we have all had as Blades fans.
I have a 120 mile round trip to get to the lane and this season has been one of the most dispiriting I have ever seen. I have watched United through thick (occasionally) and thin (plenty). Cup games aside this season has been awful, scraping wins, a complete inability to defend and Weir like tactics that make it easy for teams to defend against us.
The atmosphere yesterday suggested that there are a lot of like minded people. Fortress Bramall Lane had turned into a library, where most of the 19000 could hardly muster themselves to sing Annies Song.
Our current position in the table is a sad indictment on how poor this league really is, when you look at our record this season, we are purely there due to the averageness of the teams below us. It is also a sad indictment on the play off system that a team who have been this average should even have a sniff at promotion (but hey ho, we all know that the play offs are about money, not football).
This isn't a dig at Clough, but as a club we have failed miserably this season, to be so far behind the top two is poor and a team that cannot string three wins together will not make it through the playoffs.
Anyway to the thread title, an abbreviation that my kids use, but it perfectly sums up where I have got to. I never ever thought I would feel like this about my beloved Blades, but as I walked out of the ground yesterday I came to the conclusion that I simply can't be arsed, to keep spending the money and driving the miles to watch turgid insipid displays where there is no ambition to win the game.
This Clappers glass is officially half empty!
Rob talked about the erratic reactions of Blades with highs when we win and lows when we lose. It showed how little he understands about the season we have all had as Blades fans.
I have a 120 mile round trip to get to the lane and this season has been one of the most dispiriting I have ever seen. I have watched United through thick (occasionally) and thin (plenty). Cup games aside this season has been awful, scraping wins, a complete inability to defend and Weir like tactics that make it easy for teams to defend against us.
The atmosphere yesterday suggested that there are a lot of like minded people. Fortress Bramall Lane had turned into a library, where most of the 19000 could hardly muster themselves to sing Annies Song.
Our current position in the table is a sad indictment on how poor this league really is, when you look at our record this season, we are purely there due to the averageness of the teams below us. It is also a sad indictment on the play off system that a team who have been this average should even have a sniff at promotion (but hey ho, we all know that the play offs are about money, not football).
This isn't a dig at Clough, but as a club we have failed miserably this season, to be so far behind the top two is poor and a team that cannot string three wins together will not make it through the playoffs.
Anyway to the thread title, an abbreviation that my kids use, but it perfectly sums up where I have got to. I never ever thought I would feel like this about my beloved Blades, but as I walked out of the ground yesterday I came to the conclusion that I simply can't be arsed, to keep spending the money and driving the miles to watch turgid insipid displays where there is no ambition to win the game.
This Clappers glass is officially half empty!