That Photo was taken, Easter Saturday 2008, at Oakwell, where the temperature was about -10, and it was howling a gale, and we had heavy rain, hailstones, sleet and snow during the match. The match was deadlocks with 10 minutes to go when Billy Sharp got played in by a beautiful ball by Beattie, went one on one with the keeper, and slammed it in to the corner of the net, and 6,000 Blades went fucking crackers in the away end.
After the match we dodged the burberry clad chimps scrapping around the station and went for a couple of beers in Barnsley town centre, and i noticed we was being observed by some local idiots at the bar, so i went to the bar, and accentuating my Chapeltown accent, i went to the bar and asked for 'two pints of Carling and a pint of Barnsley bitter', satisfied with my appropriate accent they went and left us alone, whilst one of my mates said "that was a very rich Barnsley accent', one of the few days i'm glad of having an accent that sounds more Barnsley than Sheffield