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One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x

Welled up reading that. Sorry for your loss.

Up the blades!
 
One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x

Not one for getting emotional but tears stung my eyes reading that GreasyChipBeattie .

I'll bet that a large proportion of us on here are Blades because of Dads. They instill in you at an early age a life-long devotion that will make you shout, curse and have you on the edge of your seat, by my god the pay-off sure is sweet at times like this.

Mine went 4 years ago, and although the grief subsides, I still half expect to walk through the door to him asking how we played before having an unrelated rant about us letting Tony Currie go. That's when the sadness momentarily returns.

The coming weeks/months won't be easy, but in time, allow yourself a smile, because he gave you the greatest and most enduring gift of all:

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My sincere condolences GCB, take care x
 
One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x

I've had a few family losses recently both big blades and it's a testament to this club and football in general that even in a loved ones death a smile and a sort of weird closure will be gained should we be promoted or win the league.
 
So sorry to hear of your loss GCB, condolences to you and your family. Your Dad will be smiling down on that title very soon.

RIP Blade
 
Life is all about memories, GCB, so I'm glad a happy one (promotion) will accompany your dad's unfortunate passing. He'll be up there, with the best seats in the house. RIP
 
One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x

I wish I had words to even start to consol you GCB. I hope all the players read you heart felt memories of your dad. I will think of you both during the GCB anthem before the Coventry game. Sing loud and proud mate.
 
One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x
My sincere condolences....what a really touching, sad post but you are so lucky to have had a Dad like that and such a special relationship...may he rest in peace...he will be watching the Blades from upstairs for sure!
 
A really moving post. Condolences to you and your family.

I too miss those phone calls to my Dad....we would never ever have one without mentioning United. He was even more pessimistic than me though and even now I can hear him up there saying 'we are not up yet...this is United we are talking about!'
 
For what its worth GCB my grandson will attend his first match as a Blade [daughter wanted it to be Chesterfield but he's not old enough or ready yet], father is a scouse, Liverpool fan, he can watch them on TV matches but live games will be at BDTBL.

That's what it means to be a Blade.
 



One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x

So sorry about your dad GCB, I know how it feels. I can only say that time really does heal but what a great thing he did, your'e a Blade and that's his legacy to you.
RIP Blade.
 
Tears in my eyes after reading that (although my 6 year old just booted the table while we were at the pub and knocked a fresh pint of £3.70 Thornbridge Puja all over my crotch, so it could equally be that).

I'll be thinking of you if (yes, I mean WHEN) we go up.

UTB
 
I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.

Life is more than any one thing, but strip them away and what's left?

My Grandad was born and raised QPR. He moved to Birmingham for the love of his life where he became Villa through and through. At 85 years old he came to the Lane with us desperate to see a game again, one that turned out to be his last. I had to teach him the lyrics so he could spend the rest of the evening singing the Greasy Chip Butty song. Truth be told, I don't even remember the game or who we played, and at the time we didn't know it was his last. Still, football gave me one of my last enduring fond memories of a great man. And what's more to life than that?

I hope the lads on the pitch do their job and make your Dad's prediction the memory it deserves to be.
 
What more can I say that hasn't already been said GCB?
What you put was from the heart and I'm sure your dad would be proud of you and the team you both support
Another blade cheering us on now from up above
RIP
 
So sorry for you but wish my dad shared my passion for the blades. I share the glory and heartache with my two sons and this season will make it all worth while. Bless ya and Bramall Lane will be your dads headstone! Go there, remember and worship.
 
GCB, really sorry for your loss :(
Reading your post made me feel sad, and smile, beautiful words. My father (RIP) also took me to my first game at the Lane, as I also took my son.
 
Sometimes memories are all we're left with GCB so savour every one of them. We will go up as champions, your old feller will be with you every minute of the run in, so cherish the time you spent with him and always be proud that he brought you up the right way.

UTB
 
One of the last things I said to my dad was, "Are we going to do it then dad?"
"Of course we are son" he replied, "There's no way we are not going up this season, and as champions"
Just a few hours later, I got the dreaded call.

Dad had a massive stroke on Monday morning and although I managed to get home to see him before he died yesterday, I could only hope that he could hear me.
Thankfully, he went peacefully in his sleep, but gutted that he didn't make it to see his beloved Blades lift the trophy as he was so convinced we would.
At least he died 'knowing' for himself that we were going up as champions, and regardless of the final table, no-one can ever take that away from him now.

I love you dad.
I'm going to miss being with you when it matters.
I'm going to miss your flasks of milky coffee and smuggled in miniatures of whisky for half time.
I'm even going to miss you asking me who'd scored every time because you couldn't remember who the f**k was who most of the time!

I know life is more than just football, but supporting the Blades together with him and the rest of my 20 odd thousand second 'family' (that's you lot by the way!) was a big part of our life and formed a part of almost every phone call we shared.
So forgive me for feeling the need to post this, but I just wanted to say something that might make me feel a bit better about the fact that he's suddenly gone from my life.

I'm going to miss him so much, but time, as they say, is a great healer and I am looking forward to enjoying 'that feeling' when we finally get over the line.
Thanks dad for introducing me to the greatest football club in the world and for being the kind, generous, funny and most genuine bloke I know.

Bye for now dad, I'll see you when I get there x

My thoughts are with you and your family greasy, sad times indeed, I lost my dad 22 years ago through cancer and miss him everyday that passes, we will lift that cup for the blades family up in heaven.
Roy
 



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