Tonight was never meant to be a truly competitive game, and as someone who does go to watch Club in the League as well as the Blades, it was good to hear the Noisy Boys yelling a bit. That said, most of them are Blades too, so again at the Clubpub, some fun was to be had behind the net at the car park end.
I still want to know why Keenzy was running the line, and as for the dickhead who insisted that David Cotterill was Paul Shaw (I kid you not), and persisted with interminable shite all through the first half, just go back to school.
Shred was but a few yards away from you. Had he heard you, you would have been blasted away with a flick of his Tony Currie forked tail tongue. I was too polite.