'Memries' Blades Glory, Owls Down - May 5th 1990, The Ultimate Sheffield Double

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Great post Walthy and many thanks for bringing back fine memories of an adrenaline filled day.
That day loads of us exiled blades for all over the place converged on a village just south of Leicester called Dutton Bassett before the game and took over the pub and the village green for a massive game of pissed up footy. Great times.
I still have the Green Un from that day and it cheers up any dark winter's evening.
 
5.5.1990

The date that went down in history.

I was there. On the Leicester end. Will thousands of others
 
I was actually in Walthamstow that weekend and it was red hot. All windows open in the flat and I heard my car getting broken in to by some twats. Scared them off and got side window replaced then travelled up to the game. It was so much fun. 5th of may is also my wife's birthday. Leicester turf has long disappeared into the rest of the lawn but a day never to forget.
 
I was in town that night and recall it getting very 'interesting'.. I recall that there was an ambassadorial visit to The Hallamshire by some Blades to 'commiserate' with the pig fans...

A lot of disgruntled grunters that night...
 
It was Marco Gabbiadini.

Sorry to puncture your 100% record, SB, but we are both right, and also both wrong.


Second leg
Newcastle United v Sunderland

16 May 1990
19:45

Newcastle United 0–2 Sunderland
Gates
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13'
Gabbiadini
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86'

St James' Park, Newcastle upon Tyne
Attendance: 32,199
Referee: George Courtney

Sunderland won 2–0 on aggregate.
 
I could have had free tickets for that match courtesy of Leicester Royal Infimary, but word wasnt passed about in time :(
Instead I spent the day buidlnig fences around fields in Rivelin. Finished that about quarter to five, knowing what had happened and, lo-and be-hold! My tractor "failed" on Hagg Hill; crawled up there at about 1MPH taking up just enough road space so none of the vast line of cars behind me could pass - some of the cars still had blue and white scarves in them, along with many unhappy faces :D
 
Lots of memories from Leicester but for some reason one image that has always stayed with me, is after our second when there is an amazing scramble before Deano scores. In the ensuing celebrations, a certain Chris Wilder comes sliding in going beserk and it's Sir Bob who tells him to 'calm down'. Maybe a trivial moment but it struck a chord at the time and even now. What a day.
 

So who was the Zone Man then?
 
And to top the day off my youngest was born two hours after full time.:)

Now that is what you call a good day :)

I would have left the missus in the hospital, gone down London Road and had a skinful, and then gone and shot mi sen cos lets be reight here, that day possibly with a quickie with Charlize Theron at the back of a deserted shoreham street kop thrown in, is pretty much the perfect day. You cant top that. You might as well have bowed out there and then with a huge daft grin on your face in sheer ecstacy.
 
My wedding day was a wonderful day, the birth of little BB was the most incredible moment but if I could re-live one 24 hour period of my life it would start at 8am on the 5th May 1990.....

But don't tell Mrs BB!;)

Actually, she knows!!:cool:
 
My wedding day was a wonderful day, the birth of little BB was the most incredible moment but if I could re-live one 24 hour period of my life it would start at 8am on the 5th May 1990.....

But don't tell Mrs BB!;)

Actually, she knows!!:cool:

Dont worry about it mate. Deep down the ladies know they are only there to play second fiddle to that filthy little stromp of a mistress that is little Miss Sheff Utd in most besotted and adoring male Blades fans eyes.

As much as i love my sexy Mrs Weasel she knows the score. Only the birth of my little weasels would be on a par with 5th May 90. A totally beautiful day.
 
Vaguely relevant, on the 18th Feb 1989 sufc were playing norwich, might have been the cup. I'd arranged to meet a mini bus full of southern blades on the M25 about 9 am. My missus went into slow labour about 6am and for a few moments I wondered if I could make the mini bus and be back in time. Sense prevailed and I stayed and my daughter was born just after full time. The lads in the mini bus did the decent thing and waited for 20 minutes then left. Think we lost anyway.
 
Vaguely relevant, on the 18th Feb 1989 sufc were playing norwich, might have been the cup. I'd arranged to meet a mini bus full of southern blades on the M25 about 9 am. My missus went into slow labour about 6am and for a few moments I wondered if I could make the mini bus and be back in time. Sense prevailed and I stayed and my daughter was born just after full time. The lads in the mini bus did the decent thing and waited for 20 minutes then left. Think we lost anyway.

Aye, 3-2, but we played bloody well.
 
One of my big life regrets is not going or trying to get tickets for Filbert Street but I blame my Dad - to be fair I could not have gone alone but should have pestered him more.

I was only 11 but my Dad felt there might be quite a bit of trouble (hooliganism etc) and also felt we would blow it! I did not go away much at that age - we did odd games - so as a family we went to Newark I think for the day....god knows why. Idea was to get away from the tension.

It was my Parents wedding anniversary too (they got married day of Sunderland v Leeds - Porterfield etc)

My Dad went fishing by the Trent. Me and my Mum sat and had a picnic by the bank. My Dad instructed me not to listen to the radio. Said it would be bad luck. I climbed into the car and put it on and could get Radio Sheffield somehow....it said we were losing, Wednesday were too but Luton were cocking it up. It seemed it was all going wrong. Then goal after goal started to turn around. It was incredible.

My Dad at his point abandoned fishing. My mother had no idea what was going on. Me and My Dad sat in a car by the river bank shouting and screaming. I genuinelly thought my Dad was going to have a heart attack he was so excited. It seemed like a dream. It was incredible. After a lifetime (only started going properly around 83/84)of always playing second fiddle to Wednesday who always seemed top 10 in the top division; it had all turned round.

As soon as the results came through we drove home...probably just beating the traffic back from Leicester....Radio Sheffield's Praise or Grumble was superb. Got home and bought a Green Un. Saw lots of United fans around where I lived. Next day I went to play in a junior football tournament wearing my day glo Blades shirt and the look on the arrogant pigs I knew was priceless. My team won the tournament - I was a keeper and was inspired! I could have faced Pele and Maradona in their pomp that day and they would not have beat me. I felt 10 foot tall (I was only probably 5 foot and a bit then!)

Ensured my Mum taped the YTV Goals on Sunday (Roy Orbison's It's Over etc!) and then got home had a Sunday roast and watched it all!

Then School Monday for more pig gloating.

What a time to be a Blade.

Then the World Cup in Italia 90 just as the fixtures confirmed we would open up v the league champions Liverpool at the Lane.

I wish for a day like that again in my lifetime where I can properly celebrate (too young to drink/go out).

Truly amazing.
 

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