Absent Friends

[Snowman]

When I first started going the legend was that our kop leader was a kid called “Eskimo”.

I never met him but I had an inuituition that he was small, ate fish and seal, and wore a parka?

Close. Big, lank long hair a big nose and an Afghan coat. Never asked him about the fish.

 

[Rob86]

Agreed and I have done, I've been lucky that it's fairly easy to convince a kid to like a team that have won 2 promotions in 3 years and play decent football.

I do wonder how my dad managed to keep me going during the 90s ! It was probably only because it meant I saw my grandad and Uncle.

 

[Houston_Blade]

I do wonder how my dad managed to keep me going during the 90s ! It was probably only because it meant I saw my grandad and Uncle.

The fact that him and my nephew get on well and go with me and my dad is a big plus for me. My brother in law isn’t a huge football fan and occasionally works at weekends but he’ll have mine or my dads tickets if we’re away. He’s now a Blade by association and I’m pretty sure that now his son has a ticket he’ll take the plunge and get an ST next season.

 

[alcoblade]

I posted this about 15 years ago on BU (or Viewpoints, or SUISA...), but it is probably still relevant [with updated player names]...

The Life Cycle of Being a Blade

Age 0-5: Taught to shout "Up the Blades" by dad/mum. Wendy fan Uncle (or Brother-in-Law, etc.) teaches you to shout "Wednesday", but dad teaches you to follow it with "...are pigs snort snort".

Age 5-10. Taken to first game. Decide to hero worship the main striker/goalscorer of the time. For some, this will be Jimmy Hagan, Tony Currie, Keith Edwards, Brian Deane, or Billy Sharp. For others, due to a lack of alternative options, it might have to be Laurent D’Jaffo or Chris Porter.

Age 11-15. The replica kit phase. Queueing outside the club shop at 7:30am on the day of release of the new kit. Get a player's name on the back. Probably start to get taken to more away games, and learn to sit outside pubs drinking coke, waiting for dad/mum.

Age 16-20. This is the 'United til I die' phase. Following various setbacks with girls, you come to realise that "United are your only friend" and that nothing else matters. You spend all of your money on going to every single away game. It particularly helps here if United are struggling in the lower two tiers, as it fuels your 'us against the world' mentality.

Age 21-27. Things drop off a bit here. Other things in life start to take over. You've possibly moved away from Sheffield, had kids, got a job or whatever. The 'United til I die' thing seems a bit silly in hindsight. This could well be your 'wilderness years' phase and, in the future, you will have no recollection of games played during this period.

Age 28-35. Back in the swing of things. You've now got a bit more money to spare and so you make the most of it at Bramall Lane. You may also begin to accept that your chances of actually playing for United are starting to diminish.

Age 36-50. The comfortable years. You'll now be enjoying your trips to Bramall Lane. You're a bit more resilient to the setbacks, and are resigned to the fact that we're not going to be world beaters. In general, you enjoy the ups and manage to get through the downs without too much incident. Hopefully, you'll have introduced your sons/daughters to the Blades (in which case, go to Step 1, above).

Age 51-60. At some point in this phase, you'll inexplicably become irate at the club and football in general. It won't be related to a major incident - most likely a simple misplaced pass in a game away at Bradford or somewhere in the League Cup second round. The previous 30 years of relative smoothness will be blown out of the window in an explosion of pent-up frustration, as you've "had enough of this garbage". You vow to never waste your money on this rubbish again, and you’ll start to watch the rugby instead. You contemplate supporting a non-league football team, but it doesn't quite feel right.

Age 61+. A little bit more wisdom has now allowed you to see beyond the 'problems' five years ago, and you decide to attend BDTBL again. You get a season ticket in the New South Stand, and take along a rug and flask. You while away the cold February nights by remembering the 'proper' old days, when the players were local, honest lads. It's a shame that the modern players earn so much that they don't seem to enjoy playing football these days. But you quite like that Jack O'Connell. He seems alright.

Almost perfect. However I sadly now fall into the 51+ bracket, but my love for The Blades is stronger than ever - I suppose warped by the Chris Wilder effect.

Other than that, so true.

 

[Bruce Wayne]

Absent fathers. Mine passed away last Septemeber just before we got the after burners going and romped up the league, the rest is history that he never got to to see. He was the reason I turned out a decent bloke (well now and again), a father of 3 amazing daughters and a proud Blade.

To our absent friends and family in heaven. They will be looking down with pride.

 

[alcoblade]

Sad thinking about recently deceased fans, and what they missed out on.

Hopefully roaring us on from heaven!

 

[HighfieldBlade]

Also, someone know as Weismuller (sp?) who did the Tarzan cry. Again, not seen or hear him for many years.

Yes, I remember the Tarzan cry on the Kop. He was always over to the right of where I was standing, so I never actually saw him.

 

[Weasel]

Yes, I remember the Tarzan cry on the Kop. He was always over to the right of where I was standing, so I never actually saw him.

Around the mid eighties years if I remember right. Was a different beast the Kop in those days. Plenty of characters, rough n ready, but many a laugh had.

 

[diode_blade]

and when things are difficult with your kids (basically their entire teenage years) you can always keep the communication channels open and just talk football

If they start talking about the darkside (them's that play in dem ugly ferking shirts in a rusty shithole) though....run, not even a twick cyclist can help em...lost, lost I tell ya....lost forever