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He didnt go to the game. I was at the beamback and all I can say. Ok first half but we were shite second half.
Two definate pens first half not given.
Cant remember Simmo making a save.
Brought subs on far too late
 
Maybe off topic but it is a bit of an after match report. I caught the tram going from the ground back to Sheffield. I'm pleased I did not have any out of town friends with me, or kids - it wasn't a goodtime to be a Sheffielder. Wednesday's bottom class boys excelled themselves with their puerile behaviour. It wasn't scary really just a very sad indtement of Britain (Sheffield) 2012 and a reminder of how ugly tribal hatred is. How ridiculous it is possible to look when veins bulging you shout at a tram or as an overweight 5'6'' 60 year old with a combover you stand in the middle of the road threatening to smack everyone, like you think you are the Bradfield Braveheart. In fact you look like very very stupid.

Some of it was actually funny and there were odd bits of witty banter, a chuckle brother was spotted and a choir boy. Anyone overweight or tripping up got it of course.
One thug was cornered and bitten by a police dog in front of us, everyine laughed, egging on the dog, pork dinner and all that. Was that funny?? It seemed so at the time but its not really is it?

I say you Pinchy walking along ther footpath looking bemused - what did you make of it?
 
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He went to Wales for the weekend!?

Unfortunately so. Could not make it. Bad planning/bad everything really; although my record there has been atrocious in recent years and I had said since the start of the season it was one I would miss despite it being a big game and local etc.
Maybe I could have made it back somehow but opted to leave it knowing I had a really good friend who wanted my ticket. I was indifferent.

Shocking but having had so many bad times 'there' I went with the poor mentality of if we win great I am happt; if we lose at least I was not there to see it!

I also treated this in the same way as many other away games/grounds I have been to in that I would rather see soemthing new/different (same way I prob wont return to places like Barnsley, Preston, Doncaster, Derby etc). I am going to Brentford in a few weeks though.

This 'part timer' (me!) should be back in action for the 2 home games this week.
 
Maybe off topic but it is a bit of an after match report. I caught the tram going from the ground back to Sheffield. I'm pleased I did not have any out of town friends with me, or kids - it wasn't a goodtime to be a Sheffielder. Wednesday's bottom class boys excelled themselves with their puerile behaviour. It wasn't scary really just a very sad indtement of Britain (Sheffield) 2012 and a reminder of how ugly tribal hatred is. How ridiculous it is possible to look when veins bulging you shout at a tram or as an overweight 5'6'' 60 year old with a combover you stand in the middle of the road threatening to smack everyone, like you think you are the Bradfield Braveheart. In fact you look like very very stupid.

Some of it was actually funny and there were odd bits of witty banter, a chuckle brother was spotted and a choir boy. Anyone overweight or tripping up got it of course.
One thug was cornered and bitten by a police dog in front of us, everyine laughed, egging on the dog, pork dinner and all that. Was that funny?? It seemed so at the time but its not really is it?

I say you Pinchy walking along ther footpath looking bemused - what did you make of it?

Afraid I got drawn into it walking up Halifax Road. My lad had his Blades top on and a few Grunters took great delight in passing on comment after comment. I should rise above it but snapped and threatened to take one's head off. Funnily enough, he disappeared shortly after.

Only one thing makes you look more of a twat than giving a 13 year old grief, and that's bottling it in front of 10 of your own.

:)

UTB
 
that's why i hate wednesday.. ok hate is a bit strong .. but why i dislike them so much and hope they crash and burn.. they have no class whatsoever..
in the evening match a couple of seasons ago, their 'crew' were attacking people in colours outside the bp garage on BL.. there are rules for this kind of thing you know!!
fucking retards.
 
Maybe off topic but it is a bit of an after match report. I caught the tram going from the ground back to Sheffield. I'm pleased I did not have any out of town friends with me, or kids - it wasn't a goodtime to be a Sheffielder. Wednesday's bottom class boys excelled themselves with their puerile behaviour. It wasn't scary really just a very sad indtement of Britain (Sheffield) 2012 and a reminder of how ugly tribal hatred is. How ridiculous it is possible to look when veins bulging you shout at a tram or as an overweight 5'6'' 60 year old with a combover you stand in the middle of the road threatening to smack everyone, like you think you are the Bradfield Braveheart. In fact you look like very very stupid.

Some of it was actually funny and there were odd bits of witty banter, a chuckle brother was spotted and a choir boy. Anyone overweight or tripping up got it of course.
One thug was cornered and bitten by a police dog in front of us, everyine laughed, egging on the dog, pork dinner and all that. Was that funny?? It seemed so at the time but its not really is it?

I say you Pinchy walking along ther footpath looking bemused - what did you make of it?

Greetings Eskimo,

I don't know if you saw me pre or post match. I was bemused on both occasions!

A visit to The Piggery is like nowhere else on earth. I can't believe I inhabit the same planet as these Neanderthals, let alone the same city. They are certainly a different species. It's like going back to the Seventies - The 1870s. Did Hillsborough and Heysel never happen? Not in their consciousness. Humourless, Brainless, Senseless. Legends in their own lunchtime. Bristling with caveman arrogance when they have so much more reason than most for modesty. If the city is their's it's not a city any civilised person would want to inhabit. Give me Damascus anytime.

That was pre-match.

During and after the game my bemusement would have been provoked by thoughts of how Nick Montgomery has managed to masquerade as a professional footballer for so many years without being found out. He has now, though. I was bewildered by just how bad the Pigs are. Hoof at its most rudimentary. A basic kick and rush, without intelligence or pretence. The truly bemusing thing was that we fell for it, allowing ourselves to be dragged down to their levels. I looked at the rusty clock on the dilapidated structure of the stand. It neatly enraptured the experience. It was 2.20 and we had stopped playing football (one never started, of course) and descended to returning their hoof with hoof of our own. No K-Mac to bring order amidst the chaos. They didn't want to play; we couldn't. A certain inevitability began to build.

Some lessons to be learned. The sub-human, colourless anti-culture that is S6 demonstrates how little life can teach those who choose to live it at a certain level. Our team remains very much a work in progress. For all it's inherent frustrations, not least those caused by my own team and fellow supporters, I thank Pele I'm a Blade rather than a Pig.

Bring on Scunthorpe and get well soon K-Mac.

A still bemused Pinchy.
 
To listen to a big hard looking thick fuck on his mobile on Penistone Rd after the game saying 'Dad Dad the city is ours' summed that fucking shower of shite up for me. Hope it was an answer machine , he will hear a pissed off Blade in the background calling him a fuckin retard.
 
Didn't really see any bother this year, other than the usual mouthy idiots.

A particular highlight was the red faced, vein popping numpty hanging out of the window of a mini-bus, emblazoned with the word "Doncaster" and the same Donny telephone number plastered all over it, singing "this city is ours".
 
Didn't really see any bother this year, other than the usual mouthy idiots.

A particular highlight was the red faced, vein popping numpty hanging out of the window of a mini-bus, emblazoned with the word "Doncaster" and the same Donny telephone number plastered all over it, singing "this city is ours".

this inbred obviously did,nt do geography at school :rolleyes:
 
This "city is ours" is embarassing from whoever it comes from. While walking down Penistone Road after the match, an infeasably fat wednesday fan who was clearly bladdered, had his arm round his 9-10 year old some screaming "fuck off United the city is ours"

I was dying to ay something about being a role model but no doubt would have got lynched as I was outnumbered 923/1
 

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