You Know You're a Blade when...

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Santos

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Ok, thought I'd try and start off a thread for those little things which Blades/football fans seem to do or feel. Hopefully a few people get the idea, if not it'll just fall down the page harmlessly :tumbleweed:

At the game you secretly love it when a fan starts a chant which doesn't catch on and get the pleasure of listening to him carry the song on to the end.

You have a lot of respect for the Programme seller who walks up and down the South Stand every game but just wish he'd try and not scare the shit out of you with his voice (£3 pound yer match programmes).

Despite having a watch which tells you to the second what time it is, you still trust the victorian style clock in the middle of the Bramall Lane stand.


Away from the match day, you see a green fluorescent shirt from a distance. You are sure this person is a Blade sporting the 07/08 or early 90's away strip, and it doesn't matter that you are in Sheffield City Centre, it's still exciting. You get ready to walk past eachother and give them the calm telepathic glance only to see on closer inspection it is infact a builder on his lunch.

Watching Gillette Soccer Saturday at 16:50, hoping that United cling onto a 1-0 lead away at Coventry, you are certain that every other game in the league has finished other than ours. You also get a buzz when Jeff Stelling mentions the words 'Sheffield United' only for this feeling to be replaced by a sinking feeling in your gut as he breaks it to you that we've gone a goal down away at Plymouth.

Whilst driving outside of South Yorkshire on a non match day you are driving behind a car with a Blades sticker on it. You just wish you had a button fitted in your car which let our a chime of 'Oh When The Blades'. As it is, if you flash your lights, beep your horn or put your thumbs up to this person they are more than likely going to offer you out in the lay-by or think you're a bit special.

Anymore?
 

When you've sworn at least twice in your life that you're never going to Wembley/Cardiff/FA Cup Semi again.
 
When United are 3-0 up in injury time and the opposition get a goal back, you start panicking and are convinced the game will end up 3-3.
 
You can't walk past anyone wearing any piece of Blades merchandise without singing 'nah nah nah nah, e's a Blade and e's a Blade'. Or 'she'.
 
Brilliant... I think I actually wet me sen... I'll have a think about this
 
The clock one for me is the Bramall Lane end clock, I was lost when it wasn't working for that time.
 
You see a red and white stripe shirt and instantly think it's a Blades fan. It could be Stoke, Sunderland, Brentford, Exeter and loads of others but that combination only means one thing.

Happened to me a couple of weeks ago. Was in services on the M1 and my better half (not a Blade) sees a shirts and announces very loudly, 'Ooo look, that man is one of you Blades!' I glimpsed the stripes and just for an instant thought she was right, then the guy turned around and gave me the dirtiest mackem stare ever.
 
You have a lot of respect for the Programme seller who walks up and down the South Stand every game but just wish he'd try and not scare the shit out of you with his voice (£3 pound yer match programmes).

He's a legend! :thumbup:

Back to thread...

When you're at an away match and everyone is pissin in the sinks.

When you sing "Sheffield United, Sheffield United, Sheffield United." Constantly throughout an away game.

When your walking away from Wembley, Millenium Stadium, Old Trafford etc.. thinking, "I'm not getting a season ticket next year" only to renew on the first day!

When your dad used to squeeze you through the old turnstiles behind him so the operator couldn't see you and he only had to pay once.

When you boo the team at half time only to be singing "Blackwell give us a wave" in the second half as now we are winning 2-0.

You also know that a person has got some sort of illness or disorder when they shout..... "We're all Wednesday aren't we?"....... No we're not now fcuk off, break time's over!

Ooh, 1 more... When you walk up the steps and out of the gangway and get tingles at the sight of Bramall Lane!
 
When you watch the film "East is East" just to try and see if the poster of a footballer in one of the bedrooms is Gil Reece.

When your other half doesn't recognise Tony Currie walking round Morrisons at Halfway and it leads to a "domestic". ("Who was that? WHO WAS THAT? Only the greatest footballer ever to walk the planet, that's who that was!)
 
Some good ones!

You have sat next to the same people in and around your season ticket seat for years, you see them more than some members of your family. But you have absolutely no idea what their name is and when you see them outside of the Bramall Lane setting, perhaps in a pub or at Meadowhall, you're still not sure whether you want to or should approach them.
 
You know you're a blade when....

Travelling to an away match, not even setting off from Sheffield and probably not via any recommended route, you stop off at a pub and inevitably there are a group of other blades having a pint on their way.

Living in Manchester I once went for a lunchtime pint on a Saturday when we were away in Burnley (OK, Manchester's on the way - but I can assure you that this pub isn't) - in walk a dozen blokes, one with a United scarf. Local thug announces that 'This is a City pub', lad whose round it is replies "Not today it isn't - 10 bitters, 8 brandies, 2 scotch". They'd done the blade thing - decide it was beer o'clock and turn off the beaten to find a back-street boozer.
 
When even in work emails to management you have to put Wed***day.

Knowing that we are nailed on to break someone else's bad run (Not won in a year, not scored ever etc...)
 

When you're lying on a hotel bed in Egypt and When Saturday Comes is on t.v. with subtitles you get out the camera and take a photo of the t.v.
 
You'll argue with fellow Blades all day long pre and post match that x is rubbish, y is rubbish and even z is rubbish, but if fans of any other club say the same to you, you bat them back.
 
when you've twice joined a queue that snakes round the car park and then halfway down shorham street in the pouring rain to get a ticket for a play off final, only to be hugely let down on the day, but knowing that you would do it all again if need be!!
 
You pass those turnstiles for the very first time,

you walk up the steps and see the masses of people all with an excited look on their face.

You smell the pies, cut grass and bovril and up to recently the cigar smoke..

On entrance to your gangway you hear that noise of the like you've never heard before.

You walk through the gangway and finally see the pitch and get that beautiful first view of the blades running up and down.

Then the game starts and whatever happens you know that from now on you're a blade!
 
Whenever I see a car with a blades sticker I always sing, 'He's Blade, stc,' the kids join in now, my wife however has even more serious reservations about my sanity.
 
When you're listening to people complaining about a transfer that hasn't happened yet.
 
Few more...

You always see the Fat Family at every away game;

You nod at Shred if he catches your eye, even if you know he doesn't know you from Adam;

You can't stop speeding up when chanting "Sheff United" despite how hard you try;

Any time a player falls in the Kop penalty area you greet it with a "Nah then referee..." and agree with the fella next to you that it was "Nailed on that";
 
When you are on your holiday (1st day) and see a bloke you've never seen before in a Blades shirt (never the current year). You nudge the Mrs but make no effort to break the ice with fellow Blade....but on the last day you end up blindo in the same bar, talk for hours about the good old days and then manly pat each other on the back in some sort of 'cuddle' as you leave, vowing to meet in The Sportsman on the first game of the season for a beer or two....but never do...

When you drive past the sty you tell everyone in the car (even baby daughter aged 8 months) to make sure the windows are up (even if it's p1ssing it down and you know they already are) and say 'can you smell it? can you smell it? stinks, it stinks'....
 
you find the only bar in vienna that is showing the blades on sky sports and 'insist' on having it on :cool:

sending all kinds of blades merchandise to obscure relatives in eastern europe:p
 

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