A place for your Blades-related co-incidences/weird occurances

[GreasyChipBeattie]

On Friday night, I walked into an Irish bar in Mojacar to watch the match.
There were only a couple of locals in and the owner, who was setting the volume on the big screen.
I said something like, "Glad you've got the match on" to which he replied "I'm not missing this, I'm a huge Villa fan"
He said he didn't fancy their chances but felt they would score and I told him I'd be happy with a draw.
As I said that, I got this eerie feeling that my words would come back to bite me.
Even at 3-0 up, my comment was still nagging away at me. With about 15 to go, I remember thinking about the fact he said they would score, I had a little chuckle to myself and thought 'Looks like you got that one wrong mate' Then, soon after when they scored their first, it was just like all I had to do was watch and wait for my 'request' be delivered upon.
Is that punishment for lacking ambition, the outcome of some weird kind of prophecy, or are we just crap at protecting a lead?!
Feel free to blame me for the outcome if it helps you feel better!!

 

[Trigger Blade]

I do a bit of volunteer work at our local community centre/village hall. Months ago, they booked Ian McMillan, Bard of Barnsley, for a gig last Friday night and we got tickets as soon as it was announced. At that point of course I had no idea it would clash with the Villa game.

I was at the centre on Friday afternoon to let him in and do the set up and I ended up helping him and his (excellent) musician partner with their sound check. Not that I have any skill, I just sat there and they asked if it was loud enough We ended up talking about Sheffield and football and when I mentioned my SUFC affliction, he immediately said isn’t it fantastic that W*dnesday are rubbish? How could you not like a bloke with that kind of world view.

We were sat in the second row and I got the “3-0, that should do it” Whatsapp from Trig Jnr (TY) and surreptitiously, or so I thought, showed it to Mrs Trig. At that point, The Bard Of Barnsley who’d clocked what I was doing, broke off from his act, asked me what the score was and announced it to the entire audience, with a quip that I was laughing now, where I’d been looking fed up at 0-0.

Afterwards, when I told him it had all fallen apart, he was almost as upset as I was and said he thought it was only Barnsley that did that kind of thing.

Not really a coincidence, apart from the dates, but it was a bit surreal to have a score update going out through loudspeakers. As for the gig, I thought he was excellent, very funny, very Yorkshire and his musical sidekick, Luke Carver Goss, from Sheffield, was also very good, a great evening, spoilt only by the 3-3.

 

[Dellas Cowboys]

On Friday night, I walked into an Irish bar in Mojacar to watch the match.
There were only a couple of locals in and the owner, who was setting the volume on the big screen.
I said something like, "Glad you've got the match on" to which he replied "I'm not missing this, I'm a huge Villa fan"
He said he didn't fancy their chances but felt they would score and I told him I'd be happy with a draw.
As I said that, I got this eerie feeling that my words would come back to bite me.
Even at 3-0 up, my comment was still nagging away at me. With about 15 to go, I remember thinking about the fact he said they would score, I had a little chuckle to myself and thought 'Looks like you got that one wrong mate' Then, soon after when they scored their first, it was just like all I had to do was watch and wait for my 'request' be delivered upon.
Is that punishment for lacking ambition, the outcome of some weird kind of prophecy, or are we just crap at protecting a lead?!
Feel free to blame me for the outcome if it helps you feel better!!

Most probably there was a genie in that bar and between you that's 2 wishes used up.

Bloody we'll get back there sharpish and wish for promotion.

 

[Karaoke Blade]

On Friday night, I walked into an Irish bar in Mojacar to watch the match.
There were only a couple of locals in and the owner, who was setting the volume on the big screen.
I said something like, "Glad you've got the match on" to which he replied "I'm not missing this, I'm a huge Villa fan"
He said he didn't fancy their chances but felt they would score and I told him I'd be happy with a draw.
As I said that, I got this eerie feeling that my words would come back to bite me.
Even at 3-0 up, my comment was still nagging away at me. With about 15 to go, I remember thinking about the fact he said they would score, I had a little chuckle to myself and thought 'Looks like you got that one wrong mate' Then, soon after when they scored their first, it was just like all I had to do was watch and wait for my 'request' be delivered upon.
Is that punishment for lacking ambition, the outcome of some weird kind of prophecy, or are we just crap at protecting a lead?!
Feel free to blame me for the outcome if it helps you feel better!!

I was in Mojacar on Friday but didn't see the match advertised anywhere, so we ended up going for a nice meal. Not wanting to be rude and struggling for Wi-Fi I didnt actually get to know the result until the following morning in the airport.
I got talking to a Stoke fan who informed me the result. '3-3 , I'll settle for that. Did Billy Sharp score?' I said. He then went on, with maybe a little too enthusiasm , to tell me the whole sorry tale about the last ten minutes of the game. For a while, I thought he was making it up!

 

[BladesOnToast]

On my way to Ross-on-Wye public library - one of the ten best literary lending emporia in south Herefordshire - when my son spotted a Blades Against Racism sticker on a lamppost in the high street. Ross-on-Wye is a small town 146 miles away from Bramall Lane, nowhere near a league football ground. Made our day! No idea, who put it there but presumably the same bastard who's had the library's only copy of He's One Of Our Own out on loan for the past 3 months.