Blade for Sale
Well-Known Member
FFS there's over 72 hours to KO and I can't get my mind off the sodding derby! Why does it matter so much? I live in Manc and whilst their derby is fierce there is nothing like the build up and nerves in the air that surrounds a Sheffield derby. Scousers? Nah any hatred there comes from the Evertonians, Liverpool have bigger fish to fry and know that they'll win more than they lose. Glasgow? 4 league derbys a year and probably 1 or 2 in the cups as well? Diluted and relies on politics for its needle.
Brizzle? Nottnam? Stowk? Mismatches to say the least. North East? Get knotted, separate cities. Maybe Brum is on a par nowadays but historically a mismatch.
Nah the steel city derby is as 'good' as it gets for me. The real reason we get into the crowd and massiveness debates is because deep down we're similar sized clubs who rarely lord it over the other for decades. The major difference is that we seem to know this whilst the pigs seem convinced they deserve to be rubbing shoulders with the elite. It's humility v hubris, realism v fantasy. We have to win to deflate their egos. They have to win to keep them inflated. But it matters so FUCKING much!!!!
It's not as if I'll get any major grief should the worse come to the worse, I hardly know any piglets and seldom come into contact with those I do. There's no logic behind why I'll sleep badly for the next 4 nights. No reason why I'm twitching and will be shaking like a shitting dog on Monday night. Just come on you beautiful fucking Bladesmen and smash those twats out of fucking sight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
excuse my French.
Brizzle? Nottnam? Stowk? Mismatches to say the least. North East? Get knotted, separate cities. Maybe Brum is on a par nowadays but historically a mismatch.
Nah the steel city derby is as 'good' as it gets for me. The real reason we get into the crowd and massiveness debates is because deep down we're similar sized clubs who rarely lord it over the other for decades. The major difference is that we seem to know this whilst the pigs seem convinced they deserve to be rubbing shoulders with the elite. It's humility v hubris, realism v fantasy. We have to win to deflate their egos. They have to win to keep them inflated. But it matters so FUCKING much!!!!
It's not as if I'll get any major grief should the worse come to the worse, I hardly know any piglets and seldom come into contact with those I do. There's no logic behind why I'll sleep badly for the next 4 nights. No reason why I'm twitching and will be shaking like a shitting dog on Monday night. Just come on you beautiful fucking Bladesmen and smash those twats out of fucking sight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
excuse my French.