bricktop
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Mine is the Cornwall pre-season tours. Went on them in 2002/03/04. Some of the best times of my life. Not got time to fully recount them, but got an absolutely belting Shred story from 2004.
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Kopped
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Leeds 04/05
Leeds 0 Blades 4. Gray 2, Monty and I can't remember who scored the other.
Butler was knocked out by Sullivan on the edge of the box for our 3rd, good goal mind. Only gripe was being locked in for 45 mins after the game (night game). The Blades players did come out to entertain us tho, which Kozzy was proper funny. Then we were herded into bus's, even herded at the train station also. Spoiled a good night that.
Pigs at Hillsboro same season, we won 1-2 but we SHOULD have won something like 1-9. Good match! I was stood on the Corner stand, before it got condemned for "Safety" reasons.
Leeds 0 Blades 4. Gray 2, Monty and I can't remember who scored the other.
Butler was knocked out by Sullivan on the edge of the box for our 3rd, good goal mind. Only gripe was being locked in for 45 mins after the game (night game). The Blades players did come out to entertain us tho, which Kozzy was proper funny. Then we were herded into bus's, even herded at the train station also. Spoiled a good night that.
Pigs at Hillsboro same season, we won 1-2 but we SHOULD have won something like 1-9. Good match! I was stood on the Corner stand, before it got condemned for "Safety" reasons.
LardSardine
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Forest Feb '92. We beat them 5-2 with a couple of wonder goals thrown in to boot, one coming, amazingly, from John Gannon. Remember bouncing up and down in that away corner they had back then.
There have been quite a few memorable Forest trips. The season after the one above, in the glorious sunshine, which was Cloughies last home game, Blades won comfortably 2-0 with Hodges and Gayle scoring condemning Forest to relegation. And obviously the 1-1 play-off semi first leg was also a great atmosphere.
There have been quite a few memorable Forest trips. The season after the one above, in the glorious sunshine, which was Cloughies last home game, Blades won comfortably 2-0 with Hodges and Gayle scoring condemning Forest to relegation. And obviously the 1-1 play-off semi first leg was also a great atmosphere.
The Everton game from the Premier League season stands out for me too in terms of atmosphere in the ground. We were right by their fans on the lower tier who were looking on in disbelief.
I always enjoy trips down to the Midlands clubs. It's pretty quick to get down their on the train and there's plenty of pubs in Brum. London trips are always a good day out as well for similar reasons.
I always enjoy trips down to the Midlands clubs. It's pretty quick to get down their on the train and there's plenty of pubs in Brum. London trips are always a good day out as well for similar reasons.
shorehamview
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Arsenal away in the FA Cup in 1996. I was running the family pub near Melton Mowbray, and my two oldest younger brothers came with me. We parked at Cockfosters, causing much hilarity with my brothers because at heart they're a bit simple.
Had a drink in Covent Garden, and youngest brother Iain, then a squaddie just back from his first tour of Bosnia, decided to have my share as I was driving. The pub in Covent Garden filled with blokes, not in football colours, but acting quite furtively. Smallest brother got gobbier and gobbier, assuring us and the world in general that cockneys were in fact all homosexuals, and probably not too far up the evolutionary ladder from monkeys.
As I became surer and surer that either the massive Geordie barman was going to throw us out or one of the other patrons of the pub would be a heterosexual cockney with a bad sense of humour but excellent hearing, a bloke near the door yelled at the top of his voice "You fill up my senses." The pub erupted, as all the other furtive customers were in fact Blades, and the rest of the greasy Chip Butty song was belted out, to the amusement of the passing shoppers and tourists.
The match? I remember the Blades in the corner singing like mad, some cheeky cockney coffee flogger at Highbury trying to rob me, twice, by claiming that his till was showing the wrong amount, the travelling Blades serenading Arsenal's star striker with around an hour of "Ian Wright is a mardy cunt", and he was.
A by now even drunker brother delighted in telling the whole tube train back to Cockfosters that London was a shithole and when he made General it'd be getting something along the lines of "bombed to fucking hell". The drive back to Leicestershire up the A1 in very thick fog at very high speed miraculously sobered Private Pisshead up, as Other Brother enquired if we'd been cleared for take-off, and when we got back to the pub we put Sky on for the highlights. My Grandma, visiting from Sheffield, said that whenever they'd gone over to the match on Sky all you could hear was the Blades fans outsinging the Arsenal fans. She asked me if it had been like that all match. I assured her it had.
The cockneys we chatted to after the match were very gracious, but promised us that they'd paste us in the replay at Bramall Lane. After all, all their stars were back for that one.
They were. And they lost.
Had a drink in Covent Garden, and youngest brother Iain, then a squaddie just back from his first tour of Bosnia, decided to have my share as I was driving. The pub in Covent Garden filled with blokes, not in football colours, but acting quite furtively. Smallest brother got gobbier and gobbier, assuring us and the world in general that cockneys were in fact all homosexuals, and probably not too far up the evolutionary ladder from monkeys.
As I became surer and surer that either the massive Geordie barman was going to throw us out or one of the other patrons of the pub would be a heterosexual cockney with a bad sense of humour but excellent hearing, a bloke near the door yelled at the top of his voice "You fill up my senses." The pub erupted, as all the other furtive customers were in fact Blades, and the rest of the greasy Chip Butty song was belted out, to the amusement of the passing shoppers and tourists.
The match? I remember the Blades in the corner singing like mad, some cheeky cockney coffee flogger at Highbury trying to rob me, twice, by claiming that his till was showing the wrong amount, the travelling Blades serenading Arsenal's star striker with around an hour of "Ian Wright is a mardy cunt", and he was.
A by now even drunker brother delighted in telling the whole tube train back to Cockfosters that London was a shithole and when he made General it'd be getting something along the lines of "bombed to fucking hell". The drive back to Leicestershire up the A1 in very thick fog at very high speed miraculously sobered Private Pisshead up, as Other Brother enquired if we'd been cleared for take-off, and when we got back to the pub we put Sky on for the highlights. My Grandma, visiting from Sheffield, said that whenever they'd gone over to the match on Sky all you could hear was the Blades fans outsinging the Arsenal fans. She asked me if it had been like that all match. I assured her it had.
The cockneys we chatted to after the match were very gracious, but promised us that they'd paste us in the replay at Bramall Lane. After all, all their stars were back for that one.
They were. And they lost.
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Stockport away. no idea what year it was. But Andy Dibble got absolutely crucified by the blades behind his goal as he had filled out somewhat during the later stages of his career. He didn't take it too well and the priceless moment when he got sent off and had to take his shirt off to give to his replacement to reveal a very podgy looking torso
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