We have been pretty grim in the finals, to be fair though, the second half against Wolves was a decent fightback (albeit without scoring). We missed a pen, had one cleared off the line and Matt Murray clawed one away from the top corner. Apart from that, and particularly in the other 2, we never looked like scoring.
I remember the desperate feeling after the final whistle against Burnley. Never again I said. After the Stevenage game I also said that I wasn't going to the play offs again. Guess what i'm off to buy tomorrow? Somehow you just can't help it.
I accept that the Blades are never going to be in the top 10 in the country for any consistent period. I also accept that we will not win a play off final whilst I have a hole in my arse. Perhaps we not even make it pass the might of Stevenage. (Stevenage, really?) I'm still going though. Once again I will sit there at the final whistle feeling like shite and telling all who care to listen, and lots who don't, that i'm done with United and am never going again. I accept that come next season,whatever division, i'll be back at BDTBL, full of renewed optimism and cheer, but knowing in my heart of hearts that all i'm going to get is a fucking great kick in the bollocks. Bring it on Blades.