Years ago, back in the BM days.
There was a man, who, in the outback of Australia, proper ''Dundee'' country, where human life was scattered amongst mountains, rivers and desolation.
Stumbled into a bar, shack, where two old native Australians were conversing over politics, nationalism, the decline of Aboriginal rights.
They beckoned him over, slightly concerned that out of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, came this tourist. They muttered to each other,
then in a tongue which the man could barely understand, asked him, ''Stranger, where are you from?'' .....
''I'm from England, overseas'' he said, speaking in a hushed tone, barely a whisper.
''England, The Queen, London Palace, Eastenders.... where in England are you from?'' they enquired.
''Sheffield,....''
but before he could add anything, they interrupted him, gleaming smiles showing toothless sockets, ''ahhh, the home of the famous, the MASSIVE, Sheffield Wednesday..''
the man from Sheffield, smiled, knowingly, that no matter where in the world, his club are so famous, so Massive, that even two old native Australians had heard of his club.
This my friend, is a true story, it was written on BMad.