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I really hate Wednesday with a passion if they went out of existence I’d be happy, I think it’s because the honestly think they are genuinely superior to us and their arrogance astounds me strange really because one my best mates in a Wednesday fan.
 
To be honest I used to hate them some years ago but now I am not really bothered they have become irrelevant . I could not tell you who they might be playing I can not tell you the name of any of their players they are now nothing worth bothering about.
 
Yes, there are plenty of examples of piggy arrogance which gets on my nerves. All clubs have cretinous fans including ours. 3 of my best mates from school are pig fans. No, it’s the football club I hate. Hillsborough is a fucking tip and years ago it was held aloft as some sort of Mecca of the north, mainly by people who’d never set foot in the crumbling cess pit they call a football ground. If Wednesday went out of existence as a club, I seriously wouldn’t give a shit.

UTB !
 
I find it increasingly difficult to 'hate' as I get older, which feels like a relief to be honest.
Maybe it's because the old testosterone levels are diminishing somewhat as I mature and the capacity to hate seems to be diminishing with it.
Thinking logically about it, what is there to hate about Wednesday?
Traditionally, their ground was always bigger and better than ours, although I always have, and still do love being in the heart of the city.
For years, all things being equal, their support was better than ours and I'd argue that they have been more successful, if you measure that by the cup we haven't won, and the fact we haven't competed in any serious European competitions.
Maybe it's because my sadly missed mum was a big Wednesday fan, and when I saw her down when they lost, I could empathise, and my love for her was greater than the need to feed my hate of them as much as someone, perhaps, with Blade or neutral parents? Who knows?
I guess the most defensive/aggressive I become towards Wednesdayites (not their ground, chairman or even the colour blue) is when an actual real life supporter first shows aggression towards me and an unreasonable level of disrespect to me and my allegiance to my club.
Then I'll defend myself and my club. I'd like to think in a way that includes a sufficient level of diplomacy and humour, but if that didn't work, I'd find it difficult to rule out the option of limited physical retribution.
Hate? No, not really any more. More just a sense of needing to see fairness, justice and respect really.
But I guess that's the same in all walks of life.
 
What really annoys me about them is that because their name is unusual, everyone who finds out i'm a blade forgets who I support and then asks, "who do you support again, sheffield wednesday?"because it's easier to remember...........ffs.
 
To be honest I used to hate them some years ago but now I am not really bothered they have become irrelevant . I could not tell you who they might be playing I can not tell you the name of any of their players they are now nothing worth bothering about.
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I haven't got the energy to hate, I don't want them to go out of existance. However I want them to get battered in every match they play, and suffer. I will never forget the merciless shit I got from those bastards at skoil after that day in 1979. Their misgivings during the Chansiri years make me want them to be severely punished and outed as the fiddling baskets they are.
 
I expected my hate for them to mellow as I got older. It hasn’t. The Blades come first of course but them being shite is the next best thing. Being in a higher division than them is great - long may it continue.
 
They are just funny,
I know one who says they are bigger than Villa and Newcastle

Gets aggressive when I tell him to stop talking bollocks
 
It's all just pantomime though isn't it. Everybody parroting everyone else's hate meme. You're a Pig. No you are. No, we said it first, so that counts. No, you're the pig.

I know a guy who drives to Nottingham to fill his car up & do his big shop. He can't hack the thought of paying at a supermarket till, when his payment funds the wages of the guy on the till, and he might be a pig, and he'll pay some of his wages to get into the sty. So, indirectly my mate would be giving money to the pigs. He reckons the further from Sheffield he shops, the lower the possibility of that happening.

He's happy to go to Derby games at the sty. But, takes a spare pair of shoes. Once he's out of the game, he burns the shoes he's worn in the ground as they smell of pork.

Learned Behaviour Pantomime
 
Despise the club, the iconography and the deluded shits who find themselves supporting them.

I rejoice in their defeats and am warmly pleased in their off field failures. My nephew also summed it up that when he has to drive past that disgrace of a ground of theirs, he feels like he is passing a field of cowshit and physically feels himself move in his car seat away from where he can see it.

Also, in my job, if I meet anyone who is from the region (usually recognised by give-away language triggers) my first question is 'Blade or pig?' If it is 'pig', it could be Nicole Schzeringer or Margot Robbie type beauty before me but she would immediately become contemptible and someone of ridicule. (Of course, were is said females, a quick hop-on or some other act of vileness for my gratification would ameliorate my mindset somewhat)

I have admitted on here before however that I have in the past actually committed a conjugal act of unpleasantness with 'one of them'. The worst part about it is that I knew she was soiled, slovenly and a person of low morals and standards before I committed the sinful act. I have spent years in the wilderness in penance, prayed to Lord Michael Brown for forgiveness and some time ago managed to pay back my debt to society for my lapse in standards. An eminent doctor who assessed me did say that when it comes to the old one-eyed-custard-rifle, nature does in fact overcome nurture and it does not see 'shirt colours'. When this slip in judgement happened, I did come to my senses soon after and after vomiting copiously in revulsion I made the unsightly, piggy gronk walk home through Wadsley Bridge whilst I drove at speed back to my sister's in Renishaw for a scalding hot shower. I did wear a nodder, so there was no chance of my blessed issue causing an unfortunate, squalling hybrid who has the intent of feeling GCB in it's DNA but ends up sitting in their kop rooering as Duffy slams number three home.

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The rivalry is a good thing,lot’s on here ‘love to hate em’.
As Long as they’re below us then all is well.
 
Yes, there are plenty of examples of piggy arrogance which gets on my nerves. All clubs have cretinous fans including ours. 3 of my best mates from school are pig fans. No, it’s the football club I hate. Hillsborough is a fucking tip and years ago it was held aloft as some sort of Mecca of the north, mainly by people who’d never set foot in the crumbling cess pit they call a football ground. If Wednesday went out of existence as a club, I seriously wouldn’t give a shit.

UTB !
If Wednesday ceased to exist there would be thousands of supporters, most like us on here, who would be devastated. The same applies to Derby and any other club in danger.
No I don’t want Wednesday to be in the same division as us nor to be successful, but to want them go out of existence is not on my agenda.
 
I find it increasingly difficult to 'hate' as I get older, which feels like a relief to be honest.
Maybe it's because the old testosterone levels are diminishing somewhat as I mature and the capacity to hate seems to be diminishing with it.
Thinking logically about it, what is there to hate about Wednesday?
Traditionally, their ground was always bigger and better than ours, although I always have, and still do love being in the heart of the city.
For years, all things being equal, their support was better than ours and I'd argue that they have been more successful, if you measure that by the cup we haven't won, and the fact we haven't competed in any serious European competitions.
Maybe it's because my sadly missed mum was a big Wednesday fan, and when I saw her down when they lost, I could empathise, and my love for her was greater than the need to feed my hate of them as much as someone, perhaps, with Blade or neutral parents? Who knows?
I guess the most defensive/aggressive I become towards Wednesdayites (not their ground, chairman or even the colour blue) is when an actual real life supporter first shows aggression towards me and an unreasonable level of disrespect to me and my allegiance to my club.
Then I'll defend myself and my club. I'd like to think in a way that includes a sufficient level of diplomacy and humour, but if that didn't work, I'd find it difficult to rule out the option of limited physical retribution.
Hate? No, not really any more. More just a sense of needing to see fairness, justice and respect really.
But I guess that's the same in all walks of life.
Well put

My late dad was a Wednesday fanatic - often went with him to Hillsboro and he would come with me to the Lane .

Don’t hate them or anyone to be honest but they have certain supporters who I don’t like ,but so have we .

I don’t give them much headspace - my son in law is a Wednesday fab and I ask him who they are playing, he tells me and I respond by saying - who?

At least he supports a Sheffield team and follows them with passion . At the moment we have the upper hand , I enjoy it when I can and when I remember . But history tells us not to rub it in too much as the wheel will keep
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