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The two black sheep one of my uncles and a brother.uncle Ken.i asked my grandad about him.and told me.on the odd occasion, they licked us he was not allowed to come home for 3 days. he had to stay at his uncle Arthur who lived on Clarence Road just off the bottom of Dykes Hall Road.swillsbro.many years later my dad took us to see his uncle Arthur and auntie..i remember it well. an old lady lived with them. she must have been 90.she was aunties mother. the old lady used to tell me stories about Sheffield and the war.i thought she was talking about the second world war.it was the first.an old photograph of her husband in uniform.from that era.we visited them a few times and on this occastion uncle George asked me and my brother do you want to to the match.i was 10 at the time.i said are we going to Bramall Lane.and the reply was ney lad Hillsborough Wednesday. are at home .my big brother did not hesitate to say yes, please.then he looked at me I just said no chance i would rather sit with the old lady and listen to her stories. uncle George said what's up wi thi lad.my reply was i,m a Blade i am a unitedite.my brother decided to be a pig, forever..silly bleeder.when grandad found out he was very pleased with me.and bought me a bag of spice and a bottle of tizer.I was told uncle Ken fell for it the same way my brother did.before the Blades were formed great Granddad was a big cricket fan and went to watch Yorkshire at the Lane.Don,t forget Bramall lane was a cricket ground from 1855 i think.

I like your posts but find them difficult to read since you don't use paragraphs and begin most sentences in lower case , which exacerbates the problem .

Give it a go , it takes a little longer but is well worth the effort .

PS . Special like for the use of the word 'bleeder' - proper old Sheffield word and a favourite of my old man . :)
 

Taken from Grafikhaus memries of Cardiff 2018 post;

But possibly our best match v. Cardiff came on a Tuesday evening, 27nd April 1971. This was the penultimate game in a season that would see the Blades promoted to the top flight. 42,963 packed the Lane, United were in second spot, Cardiff were in third and something had to give. The Blades led 2-1 at half-time until further goals ended in a memorable 5-1 win for United. Goals: Dearden (2), Flynn, Currie, Reece.

United team that night: 1. John Hope, 2. Len Badger 3. Ted Hemsley 4. John Flynn 5. Eddie Colquhoun 6. Trevor Hockey 7. Alan Woodward 8. Geoff Salmons 9. Bill Dearden 10. Tony Currie 11. Gil Reece. Without doubt, the best Blades team I’ve ever seen.


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They were the best team I've ever seen also. Two games to decide the season. We won both scored 8 goals and conceded only 1 when it mattered most. I remember for the Cardiff game they even sold seats in the top tier of the pavilion such was the demand for tickets. Cardiff brought around 5k fans, a good turnout for a Tuesday night. Gil Reece had a blinder against his fellow countrymen Toshack and all.

They were matches I look back on with fond memories but also some sadness. I persuaded my mate to go with me to both games we were both young teenagers still at school. He supported the Blades but didn't go much. We grew up together four houses apart. We sat on a metal barrier at the back of the Kop and took in the fantastic atmosphere.

At the beginning of the Watford game we thought Watford fans were invading the pitch as a large number made their way from the Lane end to the Kop. They were Blades who decided to go in the other end and the walk across chanting to get on the Kop. Scullion who we later signed hit the post in the first few minutes but thereafter it was plain sailing for a 3-0 win.

Sadly my mate passed away at the tender age of 43 too early. I hadn't seen him for years but it was good to hear how he had settled down with a loving family. I always think of him when talking about these two games.
That team, what value at today’s prices would you put on them . Sancho 120 million😀. Grealish 80 million . Difficult to judge?.
 
Taken from Grafikhaus memries of Cardiff 2018 post;

But possibly our best match v. Cardiff came on a Tuesday evening, 27nd April 1971. This was the penultimate game in a season that would see the Blades promoted to the top flight. 42,963 packed the Lane, United were in second spot, Cardiff were in third and something had to give. The Blades led 2-1 at half-time until further goals ended in a memorable 5-1 win for United. Goals: Dearden (2), Flynn, Currie, Reece.

United team that night: 1. John Hope, 2. Len Badger 3. Ted Hemsley 4. John Flynn 5. Eddie Colquhoun 6. Trevor Hockey 7. Alan Woodward 8. Geoff Salmons 9. Bill Dearden 10. Tony Currie 11. Gil Reece. Without doubt, the best Blades team I’ve ever seen.


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They were the best team I've ever seen also. Two games to decide the season. We won both scored 8 goals and conceded only 1 when it mattered most. I remember for the Cardiff game they even sold seats in the top tier of the pavilion such was the demand for tickets. Cardiff brought around 5k fans, a good turnout for a Tuesday night. Gil Reece had a blinder against his fellow countrymen Toshack and all.

They were matches I look back on with fond memories but also some sadness. I persuaded my mate to go with me to both games we were both young teenagers still at school. He supported the Blades but didn't go much. We grew up together four houses apart. We sat on a metal barrier at the back of the Kop and took in the fantastic atmosphere.

At the beginning of the Watford game we thought Watford fans were invading the pitch as a large number made their way from the Lane end to the Kop. They were Blades who decided to go in the other end and the walk across chanting to get on the Kop. Scullion who we later signed hit the post in the first few minutes but thereafter it was plain sailing for a 3-0 win.

Sadly my mate passed away at the tender age of 43 too early. I hadn't seen him for years but it was good to hear how he had settled down with a loving family. I always think of him when talking about these two games.

I remember those games very well and was at both.

The atmosphere at the Cardiff match was particularly tense, because it was only 2 teams promoted back in those days and the second place was looking like us or them. I'd say it was one of the best matches I've ever been to, because there was so much at stake and United really turned up on the night. We didn't just beat them, we annihilated them. I was with a mate of mine called Mick. Mick was a bit older than me and had supported the Blades for much longer than I had. In fact, he may have had some influence on me eventually becoming a Blade, because when we played footy in the street he was always going on about United and how I should get myself along to a game. I remember at full time I turned to Mick and his face was a picture of joy. He was a ruddy faced lad, cherubic in appearance, with lots of brown curly hair. I've never seen a human face so animated and full of joy and he just beamed a great big smile and said, "that's it nah!". And it was!

The Watford game was more of a relaxed party feel to it. I can't remember now if it was certain we would be promoted whatever the result, but I do remember it being an easy contest and I also remember 15 minutes before the end of the game, the stadium announcer said, "please stay off the pitch at the final whistle because the players want to do a lap of honour" - which brought chuckles from the crowd, because it was presumptuous of the result and our impending promotion. Of course, at the final whistle, few people remained in the stands. There was a pitch invasion and our penknives came out to cut a piece of the hallowed turf to take home. I remember the fans going wild in the fountain. I don't think I jumped in myself because I'd got me best Wrangler cords on, but many did.

Great memories and some similarity there in terms of remembering past friends. That's what being a Blade is about as well isn't it?
 
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That team, what value at today’s prices would you put on them . Sancho 120 million😀. Grealish 80 million . Difficult to judge?.

Difficult to judge I'd say. Obviously TC would be right up there with the most expensive of players, but quite a few of the others were players that were not big names before they came to United. Take Bill Dearden for example. I don't think many folks had heard of him when we signed him from Chester City for £10,000. He was a right winger for them, but we'd already got a handy right winger called Alan Woodward, so Dearden became the centre forward - and what a good one he was too! He would run all day and was very brave. He wasn't the beefiest of centre forwards, in an era when centre forwards were often big bruisers. He was lithe and quick and an instinctive finisher who built a great understanding with Woody in particular. For those who didn't see Dearden play, but may remember seeing Ian Rush for Liverpool - he was a similar type of player imo.
 
Taken from Grafikhaus memries of Cardiff 2018 post;

But possibly our best match v. Cardiff came on a Tuesday evening, 27nd April 1971. This was the penultimate game in a season that would see the Blades promoted to the top flight. 42,963 packed the Lane, United were in second spot, Cardiff were in third and something had to give. The Blades led 2-1 at half-time until further goals ended in a memorable 5-1 win for United. Goals: Dearden (2), Flynn, Currie, Reece.

United team that night: 1. John Hope, 2. Len Badger 3. Ted Hemsley 4. John Flynn 5. Eddie Colquhoun 6. Trevor Hockey 7. Alan Woodward 8. Geoff Salmons 9. Bill Dearden 10. Tony Currie 11. Gil Reece. Without doubt, the best Blades team I’ve ever seen.


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They were the best team I've ever seen also. Two games to decide the season. We won both scored 8 goals and conceded only 1 when it mattered most. I remember for the Cardiff game they even sold seats in the top tier of the pavilion such was the demand for tickets. Cardiff brought around 5k fans, a good turnout for a Tuesday night. Gil Reece had a blinder against his fellow countrymen Toshack and all.

They were matches I look back on with fond memories but also some sadness. I persuaded my mate to go with me to both games we were both young teenagers still at school. He supported the Blades but didn't go much. We grew up together four houses apart. We sat on a metal barrier at the back of the Kop and took in the fantastic atmosphere.

At the beginning of the Watford game we thought Watford fans were invading the pitch as a large number made their way from the Lane end to the Kop. They were Blades who decided to go in the other end and the walk across chanting to get on the Kop. Scullion who we later signed hit the post in the first few minutes but thereafter it was plain sailing for a 3-0 win.

Sadly my mate passed away at the tender age of 43 too early. I hadn't seen him for years but it was good to hear how he had settled down with a loving family. I always think of him when talking about these two games.
Strange isn't it? I was at both matches but can't remember any of the incidents you mention. I can't remember any of the goals either. My abiding memory of the Watford game is the team coming out of the old director's box behind the terrace where I used to stand and Eddie Colquhoun having a fag in his hand and Geoff Salmons chucking his shirt into the crowd.
 
My love of Gil Reece and him being my favourite ever Blade came from the Cardiff game and the Birmingham one before. So much so that my daughters middle name is Reece. I was only 9 on John st and the crush was so bad that all us young uns were passed over the white railing onto the side of the pitch.
I remember watford as being a party atmosphere too ,my Dad took me on the Lane end for this one and when Woody scored the first 3 skinheads next to us ran on the pitch to be chased across the cricket pitch to the pavilion, a few years later I worked and played football with 2 of the lads and became great friends with all 3 from Woodseats.
 
Strange isn't it? I was at both matches but can't remember any of the incidents you mention. I can't remember any of the goals either. My abiding memory of the Watford game is the team coming out of the old director's box behind the terrace where I used to stand and Eddie Colquhoun having a fag in his hand and Geoff Salmons chucking his shirt into the crowd.
Bert remembers Currie taking the ball just outside their box at the Kop End, stopping, then holding both arms up to salute the fans.
We were 3-0 by then and the party was about to start.
 
I am from lower walkley Exely Avenue off white house lane to be exact.went to walkey infants and junior school. then Myers grove. we dint bother with spelling and punctuation and all that malarky.we just played football. talked about The Blades and The Beatles.and crumpet when we were older.a proper Blade and a walkley lad.and all my pals were the same.
 
My parents used to run the county hotel on Howard street,across from the Howard hotel and cossack pub,up untill 1983,and I don't think the fountain was still there then even though the roundabout was,I was 13 at the time,so it's a while back.
 

My parents used to run the county hotel on Howard street,across from the Howard hotel and cossack pub,up untill 1983,and I don't think the fountain was still there then even though the roundabout was,I was 13 at the time,so it's a while back.
Bet you saw some sights at the Cossack.
 

Before the fountain was there it was a much smaller roundabout. On night me and my pal were to get the last bus from Pond St when a Murphy's compressor lorry came down Pont St at a speed that didn't seem possible for a lorry and went streight up into the middle of the roundabout and onto its side. As we got to it a pissed up paddy* climbed out, took a look and said ah, fuck it and staggered off up Howard St.

* It would have been around 1965. Today he would have been a drunken Irishman.
 
I remember the fountain being constructed, it flowed over a Perspex pyramid which lit up at night with an amber glow.
 
I remember those games very well and was at both.

The atmosphere at the Cardiff match was particularly tense, because it was only 2 teams promoted back in those days and the second place was looking like us or them. I'd say it was one of the best matches I've ever been to, because there was so much at stake and United really turned up on the night. We didn't just beat them, we annihilated them. I was with a mate of mine called Mick. Mick was a bit older than me and had supported the Blades for much longer than I had. In fact, he may have had some influence on me eventually becoming a Blade, because when we played footy in the street he was always going on about United and how I should get myself along to a game. I remember at full time I turned to Mick and his face was a picture of joy. He was a ruddy faced lad, cherubic in appearance, with lots of brown curly hair. I've never seen a human face so animated and full of joy and he just beamed a great big smile and said, "that's it nah!". And it was!

The Watford game was more of a relaxed party feel to it. I can't remember now if it was certain we would be promoted whatever the result, but I do remember it being an easy contest and I also remember 15 minutes before the end of the game, the stadium announcer said, "please stay off the pitch at the final whistle because the players want to do a lap of honour" - which brought chuckles from the crowd, because it was presumptuous of the result and our impending promotion. Of course, at the final whistle, few people remained in the stands. There was a pitch invasion and our penknives came out to cut a piece of the hallowed turf to take home. I remember the fans going wild in the fountain. I don't think I jumped in myself because I'd got me best Wrangler cords on, but many did.

Great memories and some similarity there in terms of remembering past friends. That's what being a Blade is about as well isn't it?

I totally agree with other posters that the match against Cardiff in '71 was the most magical night ever at Bramall Lane.
That season must also rank as the most emotionally varied I've experienced.
There were three games that really stick in my memory from that season: Cardiff at home, obviously, for the electricity atmosphere and euphoria of victory. Before that there was the gut-wrenching disappointment of losing at home to Hull in that awful atmosphere.
Also there was the unbearable tension of the home game against Millwall, when Hockey finally clinched the win with a goal scooped by hand over the line. Not sure if his was the first or second, but the release of tension was palpable.
The Watford game by contrast, was relatively enjoyable, topped off with a rather pleasant evening's celebration.
Oddly, I remember I watched each match from a different stand but I've no idea why
 
I totally agree with other posters that the match against Cardiff in '71 was the most magical night ever at Bramall Lane.
That season must also rank as the most emotionally varied I've experienced.
There were three games that really stick in my memory from that season: Cardiff at home, obviously, for the electricity atmosphere and euphoria of victory. Before that there was the gut-wrenching disappointment of losing at home to Hull in that awful atmosphere.
Also there was the unbearable tension of the home game against Millwall, when Hockey finally clinched the win with a goal scooped by hand over the line. Not sure if his was the first or second, but the release of tension was palpable.
The Watford game by contrast, was relatively enjoyable, topped off with a rather pleasant evening's celebration.
Oddly, I remember I watched each match from a different stand but I've no idea why
I don’t remember the Millwall game at all but I’ll swap that one for Bristol City at home. We were 3-0 down with about fifteen minutes left, brought on John Tudor and drew 3-3, an incredible comeback.
 
I don’t remember the Millwall game at all but I’ll swap that one for Bristol City at home. We were 3-0 down with about fifteen minutes left, brought on John Tudor and drew 3-3, an incredible comeback.
The Millwall game was the only home game Bert had to miss that season.
It still rankles with him nearly 50 years later.
 

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