It's a sad day for all Blades who:
Value proper football;
Realised that here was a chance to change the ethos of our club;
Raged at the timid acquiescence that says SUFC aren't allowed to play football - that's for other clubs and other fans - we are not worthy of it;
Wanted an end to Blood and Thunder, battling, kick it long, kick it hard, kick it high, in your face, we're not good enough to play so we'll try hard, alehouse, Sunday League, aimless, turgid, neck-aching, mind-numbing, Neanderthal, agricultural, Nick Montgomerying, Dinosaur Bassetting, crowd-dropping, image-destroying, parochial, kick and rush, punt it up and chase it, awful bloody awful, HOOFBALL!
Well you've got your Dinosaur Bassett apprentice Micky the Hoof and his Hoofy Gang ally Cork. Incredibly some of you want the founder of hoofball, Dinosaur Dave, back to complete the package.
Here's to more of more of the same: Battling Blades, get stuck in, gerritupfield, the ball's a hand grenade, Monty first on the teamsheet, utter, complete, copper-bottomed garbage.
Hoofy is dead: Long live Micky the Hoof!
I despair.
Happy New Year.