shorehamview
Pink Sambuca drinking World Champion.
Now I'm not a clapper, a sunshinista, a fencist, a nay-sayer or a grinnist, lesbotic or anything else like that. What I am is a little fucked off that the overpaid collection of strangers that run around in red and white stripes and pretend to be Sheffield United haven't managed to convince me that this season will be anything other than a waste of time and my money.
I haven't even got the small comfort of a lunchtime drink because Mrs SV works quite a lot now on Saturday nights, so I have to stay sober as I have Small SV to entertain.
What I'd like is a side that plays for each other and for the crowd, a side that tries to win rather than strives not to lose. I'd rather we went out and had a bloody good go at winning and if we don't then so be it. What I don't want is a bunch of clowns who seem to have only the slightest idea of how to pass to a team-mate or how to tackle an opponent, and can't kick the ball straight or head it somewhere even vaguely on target to where it may do some good.
There are a few small bright moments to a match nowadays, but these are few and far between. I'm fed up of seeing players yell at each other after every misplaced pass, or every poor tackle, or every time an opponent skips jauntily past them. What I'd like to see is some commitment, some teamwork, some endeavour and above all some passion. What I'd like to see is them being Sheffield United, instead of just more highly rewarded strangers.
Until then I can summon no more feeling towards is than frustration and ultimately apathy. Sure, we, the crowd can do our best to try and raise the team, but when the team are just not really bothered week-in and week-out then it's hard to muster any sympathy or support for them at all.
It's not that I don't care, I do, but my care seems to matter little to them. Would that they had the passion of the fans, but it seems that they never will. And now it seems that the apathy has spread. The atmosphere is poor, and the players offer very little to give the criwd the spark they once had. Club Meh is spreading, and most of us aren't too bothered.
I haven't even got the small comfort of a lunchtime drink because Mrs SV works quite a lot now on Saturday nights, so I have to stay sober as I have Small SV to entertain.
What I'd like is a side that plays for each other and for the crowd, a side that tries to win rather than strives not to lose. I'd rather we went out and had a bloody good go at winning and if we don't then so be it. What I don't want is a bunch of clowns who seem to have only the slightest idea of how to pass to a team-mate or how to tackle an opponent, and can't kick the ball straight or head it somewhere even vaguely on target to where it may do some good.
There are a few small bright moments to a match nowadays, but these are few and far between. I'm fed up of seeing players yell at each other after every misplaced pass, or every poor tackle, or every time an opponent skips jauntily past them. What I'd like to see is some commitment, some teamwork, some endeavour and above all some passion. What I'd like to see is them being Sheffield United, instead of just more highly rewarded strangers.
Until then I can summon no more feeling towards is than frustration and ultimately apathy. Sure, we, the crowd can do our best to try and raise the team, but when the team are just not really bothered week-in and week-out then it's hard to muster any sympathy or support for them at all.
It's not that I don't care, I do, but my care seems to matter little to them. Would that they had the passion of the fans, but it seems that they never will. And now it seems that the apathy has spread. The atmosphere is poor, and the players offer very little to give the criwd the spark they once had. Club Meh is spreading, and most of us aren't too bothered.